Novel & Cerita Guardian Tales Fan Art

I knew it wasn’t over. “Be advised. The fugitive is still hostile and has murdered two of our men already. Also, he is teamed up with an ally. A young rogue girl. About 5’8, dark hair, light skin, blue eyes. They are highly dangerous, so you are permitted to shoot on sight. Over and out.” The voice on the other end of the radio announced.

The other side of the Mist Forest. I had heard the stories before. Everyone had. A powerful pack of rogues lived beyond it, but they had only been stories. I looked up at Adam. Waiting to feel fear grip hold of my heart. But it didn’t. I looked back at my baby laying on the table. I felt safe.

Annoyed by Chad and the fox, Tanner said, "You little brat, daring to show your teeth at me. I'll teach you a lesson!" Before Tanner could act, Chad said, "If I were you, I wouldn't touch her." Tanner laughed dismissively and grabbed the fox by the neck. "What's so special about this fox? Why can't I touch it?" The little white fox struggled in his grip, kicking its legs but unable to reach Tanner. Not even looking at Tanner, Chad said, "She is a guardian immortal." Tanner was surprised, not expecting such a small fox to be a guardian immortal. "You must be joking! How can this fox be a guardian immortal—"

The cavern cracked beneath our feet, dust and debris raining down like hail. I could feel my heart pounding this is it. Every ounce of Blood Heir power pulsed through me, feeding into Theodore’s golden energy. Our bond flared, visible as a thread of radiant light connecting us, unstoppable and unyielding. The Creator let out a deafening roar, staggering, almost broken. Then, from the fissure below, the hidden Guardian emerged. Its wings spread impossibly wide, aura blazing with ancient silver and shadow. It wasn’t attacking… yet. Its gaze pierced us both, judging.

I kept my eyes locked on the stranger, refusing to blink, every instinct screaming that he was the true apex predator here. "What do you want?" He glanced around the clearing slowly, taking in the Guardians, the fallen, the tension crackling in the air, before his gaze returned to me. "I wanted to know whether the stories about the Guardians were true." "And?" His smile widened, revealing a flash of teeth that didn't belong to any ordinary man. "I'm impressed." One of the Guardians beside me—Marcus, I think—shifted his stance, fingers twitching on his rifle. "We should kill him now."

Raphaella rolled her eyes at Betty's bad guess. “First of all, Robin West shouldn't be called a bodyguard. I promise you his fans will kill you while he is going about his bodyguard duty before your enemies will.” “What I would do to have that hot man as my bodyguard? I can handle those fans, I just need him to rearrange all my organs.” Betty said, her voice dreamy. Yuck! Raphaella chuckled. “How did you think of Dwayne? He's an actor, not a bodyguard. Unless he had a whole change of career, in that case he can also rearrange my organs.”

The guardian then went to where Vale was and released monkeys, snakes and bugs that began attacking her. “Ow, that hurt.” Said Vale, who stood wet, bruised and angry. She then powered up and released a huge blast of dark energy destroying the animals and injuring the guardian. The guardian then hit Vale with a mud slide then a land slide that buried Vale. While all this was going on Vale was also being attacked by scary, nasty an eerie monsters that inhabit the Doom dimension.

"She was having tea downstairs and a young man sat on her table. Nisemono introduced his self and he gave her a hint with this orb that we are trying to retrieve. He says the guardian likes to tell stories." "Well is she okay? She isn't harmed, yeah?" "Fortunately no. Nisemono walked out after telling her to listen carefully." The guardian likes to tell stories. There is a high probability that the guardian will send them dreaming somewhere. Or in his worst case, the guardian will tell his story about that girl he met under the starry night. This will make things worse with Arwha. "I want to talk to her. I don't want us to be awkward tomorrow," he said, standing up just to end up dizzy, sitt

“This symbol shows up in a lot of regional myths. Most of the stories describe ‘guardians’ tied to blood agreements.” The word blood made a wave of nausea hit me. I defensively crossed my arms over my chest. “Guardians protecting what?” “Depends on the story,” Smith said. “Most of them end badly,” Takoda countered. His voice was low and gravelly, coming from right behind my shoulder. I spun around. He was leaning back against a student desk, his hoodie pushed back just enough to show his face. His expression was completely unreadable. Not mean, just incredibly careful.

On the slender neck stood a graceful-looking fox with a stunning pair of eyes holding a blue sclera and sharp red pupils that emitted such pressure that could make one’s hair stand and even more astonishing was the glowing seven tails which stood majestically behind his back leisurely swaggering in the air while others caringly caressed the elf. A slight shimmer of red flashed behind the elf’s neck and on closer inspection one could see the conspicuous-looking red flower tattooed across the fox’s belly. Its presence in the dense of white made it even more glaring and with just a glance everyone was able to confirm that this truly was the GUARDIAN. OF THE ELVES