Guardian Tales Fan Art Novels & Stories

Kraven says. Kraven walks back up front. We save one spot in the front for visiting artists or other promotional events. I look up when the bell above the door goes off. I smile when I see Teagan walking in. He is a werebear and has been coming to me for a year. This is the fourth piece that I have done. He peels his shirt off and lays down on my chair. “Damn, now that is a back piece.” Andre whistles.

"What do you mean you've only seen it once. It should be on display like all the people in Scarlet's group: All the time." Out of the side of my vision, I watched as Xander and Taryk rubbed a hand over their necks. Scarlet brushed her fingers over her upper chest. "Well, it's not," Kiema said as she batted at my hands. "It sits low on my side, stretches from my boob down to my hip bone. Each of the guys, and now yours and Scarlet's animals are depicted. The last guardian's animal is there as well, but I don't recognize what animal form it is."

"Guardians, your journey is perpetual, your purpose eternal. The cosmic dance awaits your steps." Alec, a spark of excitement in his eyes, responded, "Then let the dance begin anew." The celestial figure nodded, and the guardians, guided by the cosmic currents, ventured deeper into the enigmatic realm. The mural, now a living tableau in this celestial tapestry, depicted their ongoing saga. The realms, ever-evolving, embraced the guardians as custodians of their eternal equilibrium. The dance of the cosmos continued, and the guardians, now woven into its very fabric, embraced their perpetual journey.

The guardian's words were laden with meaning, each sentence a clue that held the key to unlocking the sanctuary's secrets. Hours turned into days as the heroes wrestled with the riddle, pooling their knowledge and insights. It was through their combined efforts that they unraveled the guardian's enigma, earning the guardian's respect and a newfound understanding of the artifacts' potential. With the riddle solved, the guardian's demeanor softened, and they extended a gesture of guidance, pointing toward the sanctuary that beckoned in the distance.

With a shaky breath, I confessed in a hushed tone, "And... she's moving in with us today." Jess's expression softened in empathy, her lips forming a sympathetic pout. "Oh, Harps," she murmured, enfolding me in a comforting embrace. "It'll be alright. Just nine more months, and you'll finally be free from there. Once you're away from Atlas, you'll find the strength to move forward. I promise, there's someone incredible out there waiting for you." I sniffled, returning Jess's embrace gratefully. Her presence always brought a sense of solace unlike any other. She was the sole confidante among my friends privy to my feelings for my guardian, yet she never offered hollow assurances, only genuine

Leo chimed in, “And I can research local legends and myths about the guardians. There might be more connections we can make with what we found.” Mia clapped her hands together, her enthusiasm infectious. “This is going to be great! We can even create a blog or a social media page to share our journey and gather support.” With plans forming, they set to work. Jace took the lead in writing the initial draft, summarizing their adventure and the discoveries they had made in the caves. Elara sketched the paintings, capturing the fierce guardians and the battles against darkness. Leo dove into research, uncovering local tales that echoed the themes they had encountered.

“The photos are fake. They were deliberately made by foreign forces to cause trouble and sabotage!” When people saw it online, they breathed a sigh of relief. None of them wanted it to be true either. After all, they had insulted Ethan not long ago, saying the most horrible things about wishing they could catch him and beat him up to death. Yet now, they were told that Ethan was the Grand Marshal’s mentee, the hero who protected Riveria? That would be a slap to their faces. To them, Ethan being a criminal was the best outcome. That way, they were not in the wrong! They could continue hating on Ethan!

she exclaimed, and the guardian’s growl shifted to a rumble of approval. “Correct. But one riddle does not earn you the stone. Face me in combat, and show me your unity.” Xavier stepped forward, ready to take on the challenge. “We’re not afraid of you!” he shouted, determination in his voice. The Earth Guardian charged forward, and the battle began. Xienma, Xavier, and Cassie fought with every ounce of strength they had, their movements synchronized, a testament to the bond they had forged. With each strike, they felt the energy of Zephyr coursing through them, empowering their every move.

Everything clean and organized. Then she noticed the art on the wall. A framed piece hanging above the side table. It looked old. Almost medieval in style. The colors were rich but faded like it had been painted centuries ago. Elena stood and walked closer. It was a wolf. But stylized. Powerful. Surrounded by symbols she didn’t recognize. And in the center was a girl. Young. Beautiful. Dressed in white. The wolf stood behind her like a guardian or maybe a predator. The whole thing felt both beautiful and unsettling.

She had to be strictly business-minded for the sake of her future. A huge painting of a little black boy watering a small garden caught her attention. He wore a light brown dungaree with a striped white, red and blue shirt whose sleeves were folded to his elbows, and brown boots. One of his feet was crossed behind the other as if to show his excitement. Her guide explained that the art was by Haider Khan, a gay artist whose art depicted men in a non-traditional masculine way. She loved it. It reminded her of Darnell who was criticized by his grandfather for his love for gardening. And so she bought it as a gift.