Guardian Tales Fan Art Novels & Stories

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.

“I don’t know. Guardians are very location specific. There are forest guardians, animal guardians. Guardians are different from us. They draw their power from whatever they protect. They live in isolation preferring nature over everything else. They’re incredibly strong, and you should never piss one off.” “But we didn’t piss him off.” “You left in a hurry, Taylor!” Kathleen suddenly snaps. “He was being receptive.” “Well, if you had mentioned something, taken me aside or something—” “Okay, guys,” Beth, ever the peacemaker, interjects, “he said he gave us permission, right? We’re fine. But let’s just move along without playing the blame game.” “She has a point,” I mutter, and Kathleen makes

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

Focusing on the image of unity, of working together, Evie held the book out towards the guardian. The creature's gaze fixated on the book, its red eyes flickering with curiosity. A low rumble emanated from its throat as the images from the book seemed to bleed into its own consciousness. It tilted its head, a gesture that could be interpreted as understanding. Emboldened, Evie flipped through the pages, focusing on different emotions – trust, strength, purpose. With each image, the bond between them seemed to strengthen. The guardian's initial apprehension gave way to a sense of tentative acceptance.

The beast's eyes were adorned with actual emeralds that caught and reflected the gallery lighting. "Those are real gems," Emma whispered in amazement. "She embedded real emeralds in the painting!" The effect was mesmerizing. Fenrir's gaze seemed to track viewers as they moved, the emerald eyes creating an illusion of living consciousness. (Third-person POV) The exhibited "Ancient Wolf Legends" series wasn't even complete. These eighty paintings in the debut showing merely lifted a corner of a vast mysterious veil. Yet they had already captured everyone's attention completely. Lead artist Luna Natalia had painted the heavens, earth, wolves, and spirits that werewolves imagined across generati

- Sophia's Story "The Guardian is Mine and Not Yours" - Luna's Story

While the others kept the guardian occupied, he was doing what he did best. Creating illusions. He closed his eyes, focusing his energy, and suddenly there were three more versions of himself standing around the clearing. Then five. Then ten. Each one looked exactly like him, moved like him, breathed like him. The guardian's head swiveled, confusion evident even in its featureless face. It roared in frustration, swiping at the nearest illusion. Its hand passed right through, hitting nothing but air. Aiden grinned. "That's right," he muttered under his breath. "Keep guessing."

Or be trapped by something powerful. "We won't let that happen," Catalina said fiercely. She squeezed his hand. "Do you hear me? We're going to break this. All of it. But I need you to be strong a little longer. Can you do that?" Gabriel nodded, wiping his eyes with his free hand. "Time's up," the guard called from the doorway. "No, wait…." Catalina started to protest. But Gabriel squeezed her hand once more, then let go. He waved his palm over the drawings and they faded, disappearing like they'd never been there.