Guardian Tales Wiki Novels & Stories

Selene hovered nearby, her violet glow steady, her spectral form a beacon of wisdom. Lucas sat on a glowing spire, his body mended, his grin fierce with trust. Bryan’s presence pulsed, his ghostly form vibrant, his hope a spark that lit the air. The weavers’ silhouettes—Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith, Vynia, faded into the starfield, their threads entwined with the nexus, their voices a distant hum: “You are our guardians.” Her mother’s spark within her glowed softly, a proud whisper: “Lead them, Jessica.” The guardian star’s light flickered, a call to action, summoning them to a distant world where a frayin

Veronica’s gaze swept over the group, her expression serious yet hopeful. “The message Ezra sent stating, 'Seek out the guardians of the ancient alliance. Only united can face the darkness’. In that message, Guardians are the ones created by Moon Goddess to protect the balance of power in this world. Each Guardian belongs to a different realm or species, the werewolves, the vampires, the witches, and the faes. Together, they form an unbreakable circle of protection, capable of challenging even… Daimon’s darkness”. Leira nodded solemnly.

Her life was fixed, and mine was damaged. Just then, a lady walked into the room with a guard, her face pale. “Alana Laurence, you have a visitor,” she said. Visitor? That sounded like a word foreign to my life. I stood from the marble floor and strutted out of the room with her. My heart sank as I stared at Violet on the other end of the table, a smile crawling up her lips. Her hair was tinted, her lips crimson, and she wore a long red gown. She stole my breath away at that moment.

Decades had passed since the encounter with the Devourer, a testament to the enduring legacy of the Guardians. Lyra, her silver hair now a luminous crown framing her wise eyes, had passed the torch to Anya, the historian who had blossomed into a formidable leader. Kairos, the telepathic prodigy, had become a beacon of empathy, his abilities utilized to foster understanding even in the most volatile conflicts. Xylos, the ever-inventive Xylosian engineer, continued to push the boundaries of technology, ensuring the Guardians remained at the forefront of galactic progress.

“That could only mean either one of two things, you are either a stone guardian just like Romeo or a royal wielder." I stilled and forced myself to relax despite my heart rate jumping through the roof. "Guardians are the chosen ones that are tasked to protect stones like the black onyx stone and there are guardians for all the different species - witch, vampire, fae, human and many other species not written in our texts. While a royal wielder are protectors or royals who are given the ability to wield magical items such as swords, staffs, stones and many other items which were left behind by our Gods and the ancient race.”

I asked. Legion shook his head, "no, Caleb is a guardian,” he replied as we came down the bleachers, "guardians don't have mates," he replied as we started to walk in the direction of the school building, "guardian? What's that and why don't they have mates?" "Guardians are born especially to protect. They are usually immune to magic and loyal to whom they need to protect. That would be much more complicated with a mate involved," he explained, my hand swinging in his.

He handed me his card. Wendell, G.H.I. Cryptozoologist and Parapsychologist Below was a phone number. “Descendants of the Moon,” he said again. I looked up and saw him with my book in his hand. “This is the first in a series of three books, actually. Its guardian resides in Name.” I was shocked, “What did you say? The guardian of the book?” "Yes. The guardian of the book. She is very old. They say he moved there years ago. Her name is Eleanor Epifana Winchester,” he said.

"Kaelen wanted a throne. Valeria wanted vengeance. I wanted peace. But the universe requires a Guardian." "A Guardian works from the shadows," Orion noted. "They will not know it is you. Your children will not recognize the mother who left them." "It is better that way," she whispered, her silver and red eyes flashing beneath the rim of her hood. "If they see their mother, they will look for comfort. If they see a myth, they will find their own strength. I will be the wind that turns the blade. I will be the sudden light that blinds the monster. I will be the ghost that protects the dawn."

I questioned, as much as me being a guardian is confusing, I want to know why they feel weak. “Guardians are tender in nature. They are like delicate flowers that need to be given attention. They might be strong, but they are defenseless at times especially when the attack is directed at them.” Cathbad explained. “But I have no powers…” I said dejectedly. “Then how do you explain your dreams or perhaps when you threw your dad aside when he wanted to kill AJ? Do you even remember that you stopped time that day, Little one, do not belittle yourself.

The expanse responded, muting the otherworldly whispers, making the silence more oppressive. The assembled figures straightened in their seats. Tonight the tension in the air was suffocating, and their leader the scariest. Xavier rose to his full height, his black cloak cascading around him. "We have failed in one critical duty," he began, his voice low but weighted with accusation. "For years, we believed the last guardian was beyond the sight of the devils and her identity was safe. We were wrong." The room seemed to exhale as a collective unease passed through the group.