Novel & Cerita Guardian Tales Fan Art

Hopefully you'll enjoy the next generation of Guardians as much as you enjoyed the first trilogy. Also, if you haven't tried it, I have a book out called The Arena. It's the first in the Elemental Dragons series. It's very different from this world of the Guardians. That book is filled with shifters and, you guessed it, dragons. That series is intended to have four books, one for each dragon.

Morrigan’s voice is overlaid with mine, but there is another tenor, the magic. “I am Emlyn Gunnar-Holstin, Guardian of the Realm, mate of Richard Holstin, Luna of the Shadow Falls Pack. You have unlawfully and willfully attacked my pack. You attacked my families’ packs in an attempt to murder the Guardians. But, know this. The Guardians are not so easily defeated. For your actions, all of you will die.”

That felt like a dagger piercing my heart repeatedly. Actually, I am a guardian to a mafia king, Romano Starvo. We called him Lord Romano, but not me. I called him father. He found me on the lying road almost lifeless when I was ten and kept me under his roof. In return, I served him. I became his right hand, and he was the only person who knew my real identity.

He felt his companions' strength flowing into him through their linked hands, steadying him, preventing him from being torn apart by the forces he commanded. "Tillian Starstriker," he called, his voice echoing strangely, as if speaking across vast distances. "Guardian of realms, I invoke your blessing and seek your aid!" For a moment, nothing happened. Then the air before him rippled, shimmering like heat haze above summer stones. A translucent figure began to form—not fully present, but a projection across the boundaries between realms. "Champion," Tillian's voice resonated, her four arms materializing as she stepped partially into their reality. "You call at a moment of great convergence."

They had come a long way since that fateful encounter with the artifact, and the journey had transformed them in ways they could never have anticipated. But they knew their work was far from over. The artifact had opened a door to infinite possibilities, and there were still mysteries left to unravel, truths waiting to be discovered. Alex's dedication to the Guardians' cause remained unwavering, and they continued to lead with compassion, wisdom, and an unwavering belief in the potential of humanity. And so, the story of Alex, the artifact, and the Guardians of Illumination lived on, etching its mark upon the tapestry of history. Their legacy served

Gwen said from behind her and Gia was too busy hugging her guardian that she just nodded her head without listening. "WHAT THE FUCK!" Gia was startled when she heard her sisters and friends scream together. They had their mouth wide open looking at Gia hugging a black Pegasus in between a magical forest. Wanda fainted with so much going on and Gia saw hee fall but before she could drop to the ground, Gia created a bed of roses for Wanda to land on. "Perfect!" Gia chimed and Cass neighed looking at her. "Guys, meet Cass my guardian. Isn't she the most beautiful?" Gia said in awe looking at Cass.

Both had raven black hair, almost appearing as if they were brothers. “Just let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone about anything.” I pleaded. “Sorry, but we can’t let you leave. You are the Keeper of the Dragon Stone and Cyran is your mate and guardian. “Excuse me?” I blanched at them, unable to believe what I was hearing.

The death of Cone and some of his brothers became a tale and lesson to young children under the moonlight while Arnold was the hero for thousands of slaves. I couldn't imagine that Fatou and I could be pals. We got along more than I could have ever thought as she came visiting from her country to keep me company twice since Arnold was mostly busy. Although Anastasia was always around to cheer me up, she also had her lover, Abel to attend to. Destiny isn't a thing that we could look over. The one I had thought I had lost forever became the one who is my guardian and mate. These days I have been exhausted.

my wolf cusses in my head and I accidently growl out loud making Tara jump in her seat. “fck, I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to growl at you, it’s just…. Sigh… the woman you speak of is not your mother, or maybe I should say not your birthmother,.. and this pendant certainly did not come from us.” Tara remains silent but I can see her mind reeling with this information. “If I’m right, this is actually used to suppress the spirit bond… If it’s okay with you, I would like to try something.”

"I am Aethron, the Guardian of Threads. Elain, your art holds the key to mending the fractured realities. Will you embrace your destiny?" The storm within me raged as I faced a choice that transcended the bounds of the ordinary. The sketchpad quivered in my hands, resonating with an unspoken power. With a determined nod, I stepped forward into the unknown, ready to unravel the mysteries that awaited.A symphony of whispers surrounded me as I confronted Aethron, the Guardian of Threads. His eyes, glinting like distant stars, bore into mine with a gravity that transcended mortal understanding. "Elain, you stand at the crossroads of creation and dissolution," Aethron intoned, the very air pulsat