Eyes Up Guardian Novels & Stories

I can feel my tears rolling down my cheeks. I don’t like this. Stop it, please. "I'm not crazy! Stop this, please! No, I'm not crazy! Just please, stop!" "Hey! Stop that! Heavenly, listen to me!" The stranger successfully reached me and he held both of my hands before he forced me to look at him. There, I saw his peculiar eyes again. Like it’s calling me... I can see a whole new world inside those pair of eyes. "Hey, calm down. Please."

"I built it for contingencies. But yes. For you." I pull my laptop from my bag and connect it to the relay. The screen flickers. The encrypted channel activates, handshake protocols scrolling faster than I can read. SECURE CONNECTION ESTABLISHED WAITING... Then: a message. White text on a black background. Stark. HELLO, VARIABLE. I'VE BEEN EXPECTING YOU. — THE SPIRIT OF 1988 I type back, my fingers cold. WHO ARE YOU? THE GUARDIAN. THE LAST PROTECTOR OF THE REGISTRY.

She asked. The child pointed downward. Toward the floor. Silence followed. Then everyone felt it. A vibration. Low. Steady. Growing stronger. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. Nathan immediately looked disturbed. “I don’t like that sound.” Nobody did. Then Elliot’s tablet suddenly flashed. Multiple alerts. DOZENS of alerts. “Oh no.” Again. Always again. Victor groaned. “Elliot.” Elliot looked up. His voice barely worked. “They’ve released the Guardians.”

The Guardian closest to them raised his weapon. Luca moved before the man could fire. His knife flashed. The mask shattered. The soldier stumbled backward. And everyone froze. A boy. The Guardian was a boy. Seventeen. Maybe eighteen. Not much older than the others. The boy stared at them blankly. Eyes empty. Expression hollow. Like his soul had been carved out and replaced with commands. Isabella looked away immediately. A broken sound escaping her throat. Because she recognized him. Not his name. Not exactly.

I look up from my screen. Evan's mother. Here. At my office. I close the presentation. "Send her up," I say.

⸻ 🌙 Ayesha’s Secret Suddenly— Another memory appeared. 🌙 Ilyaan saw Ayesha. His sister. ❤️ Standing inside a giant hall. Ancient symbols glowed beneath her feet. ⚡ Dozens of hooded figures surrounded her. 💀 One of them handed her a silver mask. 🎭 Then spoke. “Guardian Number Seven.” 😱 Ilyaan’s heart stopped. Guardian? Ayesha? No. Impossible. 💔 The vision ended instantly.

The Guardian’s head snapped upward. “They are rising.” Elara felt it then. Not sound. Not sight. Something deeper, like the ground itself remembering it had once been alive. And now it was waking up angry. N Cracks of silver light widened across the mountainside, crawling like living veins. Each pulse made the air sharper, heavier. The First Guardian remained motionless, but its presence had changed—less observer, more warning. Its golden eyes flicked toward the horizon. “They are not alone,” it said.

After walking deep into the mountains, I sought Arnold's attention and whispered to him "I need to get down" He dropped me on the rough cliff and I almost stumbled into an unnoticeable but deep hole. I winced in misery and silently cursed at him. He didn't turn back to stare at me nor did the guards attempt to help me up. I wailed dramatically and it made all of them halt. Do they even know where they are heading? "Will you get up or I instruct them to lug you over?" Arnold seeks my answer without glancing back. I dragged myself up and scurried to meet them. I felt someone's eye on me and I glimpsed up to see the smirking guard watching me in profound disgust. His stare held a message that w

Without help from the dark, Zion Mercenaries could not infiltrate Arcadia for so many years without getting exposed. “And, I might need to borrow a few men from the Guardians to protect a few people,” Kaze said. The Guardians was a group of elite guards, who specialized in protecting important figures. The safety and security of high-ranking officers, such as Isaac himself, were managed by the said group. They might not be the strongest warriors, nor the swords that cut down enemies, but they were the best protectors, the sturdiest shield that safeguarded the people. Taking down Zion Mercenaries' affiliates or soldiers would surely cause retaliation.