Fate Counter Guardian Novels & Stories

Cold spread through my chest instantly. No. “They bonded to possibilities.” The room went completely silent. I barely heard myself whisper: “What does that mean?” The guardian answered. “It means the heir can divide fate.” I stared at it in disbelief. That sentence made absolutely no sense. And yet— something deep inside me reacted to it. Like recognition. Like instinct. (Unknown POV) They told her too much. Far too much. I moved faster through the forest now. If she reaches the final memory before I can stop everything changes.

Please tell Katey to hold on. The transition is seamless. The closest that Nate can compare it with is the Guardian tag-team system on Dungeon Raydens. You can switch to and back from your Guardian spirit at the click of an icon. You can even do it in the heat of battle or when you’re in dire straits. The Guardian has its own health meter, level, and special moves. Ecto applies a twist of the wrist on the throttle. “Katey… I mean Kate,” Nate shouts above the Ninja’s scream, “hold on coz we’re about to go fas…. teeeer!”

Varis immediately shook his head. "No." "The bond connects us." "Althea—" "I can reach him." The counterpart bond pulsed again. She could feel Lucien. Still fighting. Still trapped. If she could reach him— perhaps they could stop the possession from inside. The guardian looked thoughtful. Then surprisingly— he nodded. "It may be possible." Several people turned toward him immediately. "May?" Kael looked horrified. "May is not a reassuring word." The guardian ignored him. "The counterpart bond exists partly outside ordinary resonance."

Rufus had to ask, in the same tone of voice. "She was one of the first females to join us, we had much fun with her, it is the one with that mark on her ass." "Yes, I remember now. You say no one saw since last night, it might be that our new friends found her as amusing as we once did. I'll ask Morgaine once this is finished!" Rufus told the other guy with a smirk, then he looked to his pack and lounged a growl that left them on the ground. "We are close to our objective! Now we let Zulcan know to whom it belongs! We will kill each and everyone who stands in our way! That Queen will serve underneath us like a bitch she is!" The pack members howled in unison. "I want everyone sharp and in fu

She studied the leaked pendant in her hands and looked at the mirror again, where I saw the man, and she didn't. "An archangel cannot become the shadow of a human unless he is his guardian.” "He said he was my guardian.” Faye seemed to have an absurd pressure drop. She staggered to the mirror and gasped. "Arianna, guardians are souls destined to protect every step taken by a human. This means that he knows everything you have done or failed to do in centuries of life!” "Yes, he knows.” Faye seemed to freak out. "And aren't you worried about that? We know that her enemy killed her somewhere where Lucifer couldn't do much to save her. And yet you don't believe that the archangel is guilty?”

- Hail the great Count Sanguinarius, Guardian of Justice. “Yes, Guardian of Justice, that’s why everyone is in trouble. I bet they're going to complain about eating from a bag. Sanguinarius… Bloody, and monsters. All." - Hail the great Noble Mortis, Guardian of all causes. “Especially if the cause represents the death of humans as if they were cattle.” - Hail the great Marques Dante, Guardian of answers. “The only answer I wanted was: why the hell are you still alive?” Vlad couldn't stop, but his face remained stoic.

“Our mother was from there, from a viscount’s family. We hoped to find support and shelter.” She paused, gathering her thoughts, while Damian, without taking his eyes off her, gave a slight nod, encouraging her to continue. “We settled at the Sankster estate, which was managed by our aunt’s husband. At first, everything seemed fine, but…” She fell silent, her hands nervously gripping the edge of her shawl. Damian leaned forward, his expression filled with genuine concern. “The illness took Joan shortly after we arrived,” she whispered. “And I became Jane’s only guardian.”

"Xiaching, please provide me strength to save our home. Bless us with your power." She knew the power of this gem. But once she used it, it would disappear in the mist. They considered this gem as armor, and today was the time to use it. The gem was powerful enough to destroy the whole town. A tiny mistake, and she would lose everything. In order to use it, she needed a lot of concentration and strength to hold back its power. She closed her eyes, and with all the remaining strength, and prepared herself. She stood up while holding the tree, but her body was still weak. Her hands were hurting. Feet were not capable enough to move a step ahead.

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

I put Dame down then I removed my cloak. "The man earlier. He's Diether. Diether Fisichella, a Royal Guardian. The successor to the Fisichella household. He can nullify mystics and he is extremely powerful. I didn't know that he would be there. What happened?" She brushed her hands on her face. It is the first time I see her so bothered like this.