Novel & Cerita Guardian Tales Fan Art

Torches suddenly ignited along the walls without anyone touching them. The room was enormous. Ancient drawings covered every surface. Tristan walked toward the nearest wall. His expression changed. “Nikolai.” His brother joined him. I moved closer. Three figures were carved into the stone. The first was a young man holding a blade. Beneath him was written: THE FIRST GUARDIAN. The second figure stood opposite him. Beneath him: THE SECOND GUARDIAN. Between them stood a child. Not a warrior. Not a ruler.

She was left with no choice and left alongside Nicholas who said that he will send her to the library before he leaves. Zinnia already knew that saying no will only annoy the overly doting man and so she didn’t react to it anymore. She can only allow the man to pamper her to his heart's content. As they walked past the tall gigantic walls, Zinnia went silent as she felt the extreme familiarity from the artworks hanging on the wall. Some of the framed artworks had names on them while the others didn't. Most of them were sketches of forests, wolves, the moon, and some kind of artwork about a goddess that somehow causes her mind to go blank from time to time.

Each sword energy easily pierced Guardian Quade’s protective barrier and his body, leaving bloody scars everywhere. Moreover, due to Andrius’ extreme heat true energy, the wounds continued to burn. “Esoteric Art: Myriad Fists!” “Esoteric Art: Adamantine Finger!” “Esoteric Art…” With just one move, Guardian Quade fell into a disadvantage, and Andrius attacked relentlessly. “Pfft…” Unable to withstand the attack, Guardian Quade was flung far away and dealt a heavy blow. “You have guts!” After struggling to stand up, he wiped the blood from his mouth and suddenly dashed toward a hall behind him.

The Guardian snarled and latched his jaws around the Hunter’s throat again, putting more pressure. “You should be dead for that reason alone.” The Guardian let go of his throat and turned towards me. The Hunter remained where he was. I examined the lead Guardian as he slowly stalked towards me. He had dark brown fur that almost blended into the night with the same brilliant eyes as everyone else. He towered over me, and I trembled in the spot, and he lowered his face to sniff me. He growled and bared his teeth as he turned back to the Hunter.

The guardian's struggle became a symphony of selflessness and pain, each note echoing through the corridors of time. Hunter's eyes narrowed as he pieced together the fragments of the story. "The guardian's choice was fueled by a love so profound that it transcended the boundaries of time. To free her, we need to acknowledge and honor that love." Stereo, though initially resistant to the mystical narrative, felt a tinge of empathy. "Love? Amid all this magical chaos?" Lin nodded, her expression resolute. "Love is a powerful force, and the guardian's sacrifice was driven by an unyielding love for the oasis and the creatures it nurtured. We must find a way to amplify that love, to break the cha

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,

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.”

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