Novel & Cerita Gate Guardian

"Just know that if you need a place to stay, you are always welcome here." "Thank you, but I prefer not to align with any pack right now," Hayden said as he took in what Tate said. "I might be welcome by you, but one of your guards, a large, brutish man who is working tonight, is far from welcoming to me, and it makes me question what he is like to others." "That would be Chuck. I will have him pulled off all gate duty from now on. You are not the first to have issues with him." Voices growing louder inside made the Alpha Tate sigh. "It sounds like I'm needed inside. Safe travels, Hayden, and remember what I said."

"Your brother says that because he knows what I am." Luna looked at Daniel. "What is he?" Daniel didn't answer. Adrian did. "I'm the first Guardian." Selene frowned. "Guardian of what?" "The First Realm." Luna looked around. "This place?" "Yes." "Then why are you helping Daniel?" "Because he is the only one capable of opening the final gate." Luna's heart sank. "Final gate?" Adrian nodded. "The gate to the Void." Kael stepped forward. "And you want it opened."

Emily looked between them. "What?" Her father shook his head. "That's impossible." "Apparently that word has stopped meaning anything today," Elara muttered. Emily ignored her. "What is the Last Guardian?" Her father stared at Kael. "The first Guardians protected the world from ordinary threats. The Last Guardian was different." "How?" "He wasn't created to protect the world." He looked toward the creature climbing from beneath the kingdom. "He was created to destroy what couldn't be stopped." Kael looked down at his hands.

Serafina held her breath. “First Wolf?” The silhouette moved. Then a deep voice echoed throughout the room. “Not yet.” Darius stepped closer to Serafina. “If you’re not the First Wolf, who are you?” The silhouette turned toward Darius. “Guardian.” Serafina furrowed her brow. “Guardian?” “Guardian of the gate.” Darius stared at the circle in the center of the room. “A gate leading where?”

"You know it?" "I've heard the name." "Where?" "In my father's notes." "Why didn't you tell us?" "Because I thought it was a myth." Aria stepped closer. "What does it do?" Gabriel opened the black book. "The seven gates control the Void." "And the Eighth?" "The Eighth controls the Devourer." "Then the First Door?" Gabriel looked at her. "It controls the First One." Silence. Aria understood. "The First One is trapped behind it."

he whispered, his eyes glowing dimly, his voice a low whisper, “I bind the strands of fate, shape the invisible, and reveal long-hidden truths.” The third figure stepped forward, his towering frame draped in armor so ancient. The sheer size of him was intimidating, but his voice carried a steady calm, like a mountain unshaken by storms. “I am the Warden of Steel. I am both the shield and the blade, unyielding and resolute. None pass through this citadel without proving their worth.” Gaia’s breath hitched as an older man approached, his steps measured, his pale tattoos glowing faintly with a soft blue light. His frail appearance carried an undeniable aura of wisdom, and his calm voice seemed

Alicia Iminz, Alicia Alexander or Greyshon, the name she'd given herself the day of the final battle of Gatekeepers War. A war that she never wanted to be a part of even though she had visions of it year's before it happened. She was a piece in game of chess that could never be won, the weapon her mother and rest of the goddesses wanted but didn't truly understand or deserve. All she had always wanted was a normal life. It's why only she and her cousin knew what really happened at that final battle. If the Goddesses or Collective knew what she did God only knew what may happen. That piece of evidence would tear down the world she knew in many ways.

"The Whispering Gate? Why that name?" "Because of the guardian," Justin replied, a low hum of fear in his tone. "It's not just a physical barrier. It's a psychic one. The gate is guarded by a chorus of lost souls, echoes of celestial beings who tried to pass without proper attunement. They whisper promises, fears, forgotten truths. They try to ensnare you, to draw you into their collective. Those who fall, become part of the chorus...part of the graveyard." "Sounds like a party," Ava muttered, a familiar glint returning to her eyes, though her posture remained rigid. "So, how do we RSVP to this exclusive shindig without becoming part of the permanent choir?"

The whispers echoed through the clearing, and the figures just behind the milky white vail moved seductively. "Does anyone know who they are?" I asked in reverence. "They are guardians," Tohr explained. "They make it so only Draygons may pass. So that Draygonia will always be protected from an outsider who may seek our destruction." "Amazing," Gabby whispered, stepping closer to the portal. A loud monstrous scream shook the world from overhead. Haris had spotted us.

He took a slow step forward, the silver in his eyes flaring with a dark, ancient recognition. "I've been waiting for you, Guardian.”