Romans & histoires Guardian: The Lonely And Great God

The storm rages on for a while, strange streaks of purple and green coloring the sky in between lightning bolts, but eventually begins to subside. As the clouds clear, the blood-red moon casts a ruddy glow across the dilapidated streets and its weary inhabitants. The guards, blind to our suffering, still huddled together in their heated shelters are completely oblivious to the sense of power and grandeur infused in the atmosphere. Peering through the heavy metal bars, I can see I’m not the only one who can sense the shift, more and more eyes are cast up towards the sky and I’m certain, if any one actually dared, the night would be filled with howls. There aren’t many of us left who remember

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.

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.”

“Because corruption cannot be destroyed.” The Guardian’s voice remained calm. “It can only be returned to the one who created it.” A thoughtful silence followed. Lucien finally understood. “So every guardian we save weakens the Hollow God’s control.” “And restores what he stole.” The Guardian nodded approvingly. “You are beginning to see the larger design.” Nyx gently touched the marriage mark on her wrist. “How do we begin?” The Guardian stepped back. “Place your hands upon the River Warden together.” Lucien and Nyx exchanged a brief glance.

"That's my promise." If Mireya stood by his side, then he would personally protect the power that rightfully belonged to her. No one would be allowed to touch it. Mireya looked into Arka's eyes. There was nothing there except absolute conviction. The last trace of fear in her heart slowly disappeared. She smiled, and her charm returned once again. Mireya wrapped her arms around Arka's neck and rested against his shoulder. "I believe you." *** Leonard's death created a massive wave that immediately shook the entire power circle of Mahatara City.

“But he was never a god.” Lucian frowned. “What was he?” Lunaria looked directly at him. “The first Guardian.” ⸻ The words echoed endlessly. “The first…” Lucian whispered. “…Guardian?” Lunaria nodded. “He was the strongest soul ever created.” “He protected the world before kingdoms existed.” “But every battle demanded more power.” “He absorbed darkness to defeat darkness.” “And eventually…” She closed her eyes. “…there was more darkness inside him than light.” Amara looked toward the awakening eyes in the distance.

He had been paying the particular quality of attention that noticed shapes. He had noticed. He walked through the east courtyard in the thin afternoon light and he thought about shapes and he came through the secondary door and along the service path to the gatehouse, and the guard met him there with the particular neutral expression of a professional who understood that his role was to escort and not to interpret. He said the man was in the visitor bay. Leonard went in.

"And I have waited thirty years to see a Sovereign with a Shield. You are the perfect binary unit. The world has been chaotic for too long. It needs a mind that can see everything, and a hand that can strike anyone." "The world doesn't need us," I said, my voice cold. "It needs to be left alone." "The world is a dying animal, Ruby," the Custodian replied, standing up. "It needs a god. And you... you are the mother of that god." He pressed a button on his console. Suddenly, the floor beneath us shifted. A massive transparent tube rose from the deck, encasing the Custodian in a layer of reinforced lead-glass.

"They aren't evil. They’re just trapped and lonely." The pull changed. It was no longer a drag; it was an invitation. Siron took a deep breath. "I’m going in." "Don't be crazy!" Kit screamed, still gripping his arm. "Trust me, Kit." Siron looked at his friend, his eyes glowing with an alien confidence. "This is part of my role now. As the Guardian." Gideon seemed caught between duty and curiosity. Finally, he gave a slow nod. "I will watch from here. If anything goes wrong..."

The Guardian, which had been reforming just outside of his hiding spot, instantly shattered completely, its ectoplacial form disoriented and overwhelmed by the sheer blast of raw power. Nomo gasped, a burst of magic allowing a glimmer of vampiric hearing to slip through. The Guardian was no longer there. She wins. He attempted to raise his body into a sitting position, but this caused additional agony. He knew the unbridled force of energy—pure, uncontrolled, and gigantic—that had kept the beast at bay. (From Sofia Quispe’s point of view