Novelas y relatos de Guardian Tales Fan Art

That book will become my #2, updating Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays until Love of a Guardian is complete. Many of you have asked if I will continue the Guardian series. I hadn't planned on having the possibility of so may spin-off options, but when I started thinking about it, there are many - I've considered an entire Beta series focusing on the relationships of the Betas in the Guardian series (Chase and Lacey, Dustin and Sarah and Carlos and Amber). I've also been bumping around the idea of an Ailduin stand alone that would start back during the time where he met Jinelle and then extending to the current time when he meets Anastasia. Beside those, there are the possibilities of Paisley,

“It's fine. So, Sebastian is a new bodyguard that my Isabella hired to babysit me and that's it.” “That's not good if Isabella employed him,” Betty said. “if not I would have told you to f**k his brains out.” Raphaella groaned. “Betty!” “What? Don't you want to experience what a forbidden relationship is?” Betty asked. “The boss's daughter and her bodyguard. explosive!” Raphaella shook her head and smiled. “You have a very imaginative mind” “Well, I'm a writer… what do you expect?" Raphaella could imagine Betty's smirk through the phone.

Snarks Theia, who has now awakened. I snort. My guardian purses her lips. They are both apparitions in my room, only visible to me. I forced a straight face. “A magical apple?” I guess, trying to be serious but woefully failing. “A pentagram.” My guardian states without a hint of amusement. “It’s a pentagram. The five pointed star.” “Oh! Yes I can see that!” I say excitedly. My guardian frowns. “She literally didn’t teach you anything.” She says more to herself than to me.

“He’s mean.” “We don’t like him at all.” “I bet he’s not warm.” “Cold-hearted makes you cold blooded.” “Exactly.” “Well, I’m glad to have you here. Reagan says you’re very nice to Tessa,” I begin. “Such a sweet girl.” “Sad though.” “She comes here to cry a lot.” “But the Guardian will fix that.” “Pack members don’t cry when Guardians are around.”

She hummed softly, pencil scratching as she shaded a curled wolf in the center of a forest clearing. Her art always had wolves in them. Lately, she didn’t even know why. “Are those your werewolves again?” her mom asked from the passenger seat, twisting slightly to peek at the page. “They’re not werewolves, Mom,” Octavia replied with a shy grin. “They’re forest guardians.” Jason, her dad, chuckled from behind the wheel. “She’s got your imagination, you know. Maybe she’ll write a novel someday.” Her mom rolled her eyes. “As long as it’s not about vampires falling in love with moody wolves.”

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in pink and gold, they gathered in the ruins, the weaver now sitting among them, her hood down, as she told her story—a former guardian, abandoned by her trinity, corrupted by the void after seeing a vision of magic’s end. “We should have found you,” Elara said, squeezing her hand. “Guardians shouldn’t be alone.” The weaver nodded, her eyes shining. “The tapestry was wrong. It showed only one path, but there are always others. Always choices.” Ellie climbed into Elara’s lap, her silver fire merging with the mosaic’s light, which now pulsed in time with the pack’s magic. “New story now. Happy story.” Elara smiled, looking at him, at Ellie, at the weav

Kathrine gestures down the path Tessa ran down, “But I assure you, the only other person I would trust with my life is my mate Dante.” I look down the path, thinking about Tessa’s physical appearance. Why does she look so much like Lenora and Bronx? Lex interrupts my thoughts, “Careful Kas, they don’t know that you know about the Titan Perses and the Guardians.” “Oh right. Thanks.” “So, are the Guardians also a gift from the God Aries as well? Because that would be kinda...weird for Tessa and her mate to have been gifts from the same God.” Amari chuckles, “No, darling. The Titan God Perses provided his services for the Guardians. Aries had made the Sentinel in the image of Perses as a show o

Jin, the Moon Guardian replies. The Moon Guardian lives on the moon with six creatures that are cursed to be with him until he finds his bride. Jeon, the nine-tailed fox. Jimin the white cat. Yoon the white wolf. Hyun the white bear. Joon the white owl and Heeseong the white horse. They were all white and they all shine because if they don't, the Moon will just be a dark place. When these Moon Creatures go down to earth, that is where a meteor shower happens.

My eyes were enormous circles with jagged lines coming out—lightning, maybe. Underneath, in Rowan’s careful, wobbly handwriting: THE KERSED LUNA. The second panel had a moon with angry eyebrows and what I thought might be teeth. A tiny figure (me, presumably) stood under it, frowning. Panel three showed a blob with too many arms, and what I assumed was Malric’s crown, being bitten by a smaller blob with pointy teeth. Panel four was just me again, this time with a wolf tail and a baby in my arms, the angry moon now… smiling? Or having a stroke. It's hard to say.

“Child, STOP! That ritual… it has never been attempted! The consequences…” “I don’t care!” My scream echoes across the lake, shattering the last layers of frost and sending waves of boiling light rolling outward. Killian’s body glows beneath the surge as my power begins knitting him back together: bone, blood, wolf, soul. He gasps. Just once. But it is enough. The guardian lowers its head, not in anger, but in awe. Or maybe terror. The guardian still and then speaks. “You have rewritten the balance.” The wind goes still.