Guardian Tales Fan Art Novels & Stories

It was both magnificent and horrifying in its shape. The Guardian stared at Adrian and remarked, "You have the artefact." It is a burden as well as a key. Are you ready to use its strength? Adrian took a step forward and spoke firmly. Our goal is to bring things back into equilibrium. Tell us what needs to be done. After examining them for a while, the Guardian held out a hand. Its palm emitted a beam of light that illuminated the artefact. Its surface was covered in glowing symbols that rearranged themselves into a complicated pattern.

the Guardian intoned, "your bond has harmonized with the Nexus. Yet, forces conspire to disrupt this equilibrium. You must confront these threats to safeguard all realms." The gravity of our mission crystallized. We pledged to protect the Nexus and the interconnected realms it sustained. --- Damian's Perspective Before departing, the Guardian bestowed upon us a fragment of its essence—a luminescent crystal pulsating with energy. "This will aid you in times of need," the Guardian explained. "Use it wisely." With gratitude, we accepted the gift, understanding its significance in the trials ahead. --- Elara's Perspective Returning to our realm, we found time had scarcely passed, yet we were irr

while standing to take a view at the nursery again, staring at the empty cribs which Fabian had built for them himself, l felt his hands were better made for battle than wood. My eyes moved to the mural. Luna, the moon goddess, holding two children, one with silver eyes, the other red. I didn’t paint it. No one in this house did.

“She looks like me!” “I know,” Robert replies, his voice strange. “There are more.” I picked up a few of them. They’re rather small, the size of my forearm. “They had children,” I breathe, looking at the crudely painted kids with bright, beaming smiles. The girl looks older; she’s laughing, and my eyes focus on her mouth. What I see there has my hands trembling. It’s not possible. There is no way. Robert must have seen that something was off because he looked at the painting in my hands. “What is it?”

I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"

Everything he was hearing was totally preposterous. "The Guardian left his queen to do her bidding," Gard continued as if he hadn't been interrupted, his voice cold and lifeless. "He was connected to his sister and her mate by a bond only death could break. The Council rose up against them. Every single wound, every single cry of pain drove The Guardian to his knees. It became too much for him. He hid the child alone in the forest and raced back to protect them. He was too late. Anakatrine and Callain were destroyed at the hands of their own people. He had failed his queen, his beautiful sister. Grieving he returned to complete her last edict. The child was gone, her blood soaked gown the on

I all but pleaded. His expression didn’t change. I stepped closer. “I don't want to be just your little ward anymore—” “You’ll always be my ward,” he said firmly. “This—whatever you think this is—it can’t happen. It will never happen.” “I just want you to see me!” Something flashed in his eyes briefly, and was gone as soon as it appeared. “I see you. And I see my responsibilities towards you as your guardian. Nothing more. I will neither indulge your foolishness nor delusions.” His voice sharpened. “Don’t come into my office like this again. Ever.”

The massive Beta was standing at attention, shield deployed, every instinct screaming protect even though his conscious mind knew that the thing looking at him could unmake his atoms with a thought. YOU ARE A GUARDIAN, the Dreamer said with obvious approval. I DID NOT DESIGN GUARDIANS. YOUR LOYALTY IS A VARIABLE I DID NOT ANTICIPATE. IT IS, IN MY EXPERIENCE, THE MOST INTERESTING THING ABOUT THIS UNIVERSE. Marcus said nothing. But his shield glowed brighter. Then the eyes found Arthur. The repentant Shareholder sat on the crystallized floor, his prison jumpsuit dusty, his silver hair wild, his face streaked with tears that had been falling for three days. When the Dreamer's attention settled

"Listen carefully. Everything we’ve known until now, about the Guardians, about the Order, about our sacred mission, is a handed-down lie." He held up a piece of nearly disintegrated parchment. On it, a figure was crudely etched: a human silhouette standing before a massive gate. But the human wasn't guarding the gate. He was chained to it. And from the gate, hands like the ones Siron had just seen were reaching out.

I very well couldn't form any coherent sentence that'll explain, so I just muttered unintelligently. "What was that?" The Guardian looked at me, bringing forth his power from within. I started to choke once again, the air constricting around me. " Mikhail, the god of summer and rain, heaven's commander, all hail. Cease your antagonizing of this boy. He has learnt his lesson, a very valuable one indeed. Cease. Now" A burly Guardian, with well groom beards, flowing hair of gold, chiseled face, hardened eyes of colorless grey. A symbol of pure unbridled power. I knew he was the leader around her. The other Guardians just looked on in mild interest, as though watching a movie with an unknown plo