Book Reviews The Guardian Novels & Stories

At least that is what I have read in the books Cyran wrote. It still didn’t help my concern. I didn’t think I had to worry about him being in danger, although there was a possibility. I was, however, worried that his mental state couldn’t handle the situation. Kellan had mentioned that he heard news about another potential Stone Keeper being found dead in another cave.

"The book said that the heir of destruction have the power to heal on her own but it also said the same about the guardian. I am getting confused about it before but I decided to observe a bit more about you until this moment. Right now, it really had me thinking that your identity might still be vague. By any chance, are you aware of this? Or do you know anything about the guardian?" Méah was startled for a second that she almost dropped the books. The word 'guardian' stirred her innermost thoughts and emotions in a snap. She felt nauseated from the rapid breathing of her heart and the nervousness that gave chills on her spine. Hearing the word felt like she was being struck by a lightning.

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He handed me his card. Wendell, G.H.I. Cryptozoologist and Parapsychologist Below was a phone number. “Descendants of the Moon,” he said again. I looked up and saw him with my book in his hand. “This is the first in a series of three books, actually. Its guardian resides in Name.” I was shocked, “What did you say? The guardian of the book?” "Yes. The guardian of the book. She is very old. They say he moved there years ago. Her name is Eleanor Epifana Winchester,” he said.

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Four said and tried to open the book but failed miserably. "Is this thing glued together or what ?" Four huffed Gabriel let out a light chuckle "How dumb can you be to think that the book holding the secrets of entire magical kingdom could be opened by anyone. and a guardian is like you is no exception " Gabriel sarcased Four rolled his eyes as he didn't paid attention to his sarcasm. But once the words sink in his eyes widened. "How the hell did you knew?" Four asked "What did he knew?" Petris asked "That book is nothing ordinary but everything excluding ordinary and no one could even touch it let alone stealing it from a damn castle which only leaves one possibility that you......are a gua

The words on the page blurred as Alessia's grip tightened on the diary. Her father's voice seemed to speak straight from the yellowed paper, pulling her backward in time. She continue reading... .... The reason why is because… Her eyes devoured the next line which reads : …I was the last living guardian of the Black Book. The room seemed to shrink, the walls pressing in around her. Her father — a guardian? Her chest rose and fell sharply as she traced the ink with trembling fingers.

I checked myself one last time in the mirror, then rushed to the top of the stairs, heart racing. He walked in through the grand doors in his usual elegant, cool way. Zachary Blackwood. My guardian, the object of my affectations. But he wasn’t alone. My heart sank as a tall, suited man stepped in beside him as the both of them spoke in low confident tones. My heart cracked for the first time that evening when Zachary’s eyes landed on me, and skimmed over me for a split second, impassive. Then he said nothing. Not even a “happy birthday.” He turned away and continued talking to his guest as they headed towards his study.

In the living room, a blanket lay folded neatly on the arm of the couch. He moved to Stella’s bedroom. The bed was neatly made, and a few books were stacked by the headboard. He stepped closer, fingers brushing over the dusty book covers. He recognized the titles, ancient texts on guardianship, and several fantasy novels, they were her favorite genre. He closed his eyes, feeling his stomach twist. The last time they’d spoken six months ago, he’d left too quickly, assured she would be safe in his house, convinced that there was no immediate danger, but who knew his stupid wife and her daughter would chase her from the house? Now, that confidence felt like a mockery.