Guardian: The Lonely And Great God Novels & Stories

I looked toward the darkness beneath the world. “Someone must watch over the balance.” Lucian asked, “Who?” I smiled. “The Guardian.” I placed my hand on the ground. The earth opened. Something enormous appeared. It had no human face. Nobody I could understand. Only silver eyes. I heard my own voice. “Protect creation from destruction.” The Guardian answered. “And protect destruction from creation.” I smiled. “Exactly.” The memory vanished. I opened my eyes. “It was my creation.” Lucian nodded. “But you forgot it.”

They smelled of ash and betrayal. At first he resisted. His teeth found only shadow. His growls drove the whispers back into silence. But silence became hunger. Hunger became doubt. And doubt is the sharpest fang of all. When the gods fled this world and myth gave way to memory, the seal began to weaken. The stories turned to whispers. Whispers into nothing. And when the final ward broke, when the last true god fell silent… the guardian vanished. Some say he returned to the Underworld. Others, that he was shattered by betrayal. Still others whisper that the Gate itself consumed him — not destroyed, but changed, remade by the chaos he had guarded against.

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

Ronan roared and slammed his claws into the ground, anchoring himself, holding onto me with everything he had. “Do not let him take you,” he growled. “I won’t,” I whispered. But the world was shaking. The packs were breaking. And Kael was smiling. “If I fall,” he said softly, “I take the world with me.” The裂 widened. Something moved inside it. Something massive. Something waiting. The Guardian surged upward from beneath the ground, its colossal form erupting into the open air, fury blazing. “This ends,” it thundered. Kael turned toward it, eyes blazing.

The Guardian was quiet for a long moment. “I experience. absence,” it said finally. “I am too large for loneliness in the traditional sense. But I am aware of what I am not. I am not an individual, not mortal, not capable of the small intimate connections that once defined existence. That awareness is its own form of isolation.” The anchored guardians absorbed this in sombre silence. “So we are all lonely,” young Kael said. “In different ways, for different reasons. But all separated from what we were by the transformations we chose.”

The Guardian froze, molten and shadow coiling violently as it processed the surge. Part 1 Cliffhanger The Guardian of Ash paused, molten ground cracking beneath it, smoke and embers swirling. Its eyes blazed brighter, almost as if it recognized Luna’s strength and unity. But suddenly, a new pulse erupted from the rift, sending molten shards into the sky in a massive eruption. A shadow flickered behind the Guardian—larger, darker, and more sinister than before. “It’s… not alone,” Mira whispered, dread in her voice. “Another presence… powerful… watching.”

I asked again. “Guardian.” “What does that even mean?” I breathed. “You tell me.” It responded. “I am yours to command and you are mine to protect, mistress.” I watched him, considering his words and the intelligence behind his eyes. I wasn’t certain if that were another reflection of my mate, or a reflection of the depth I had given the golem. It was unsettling having those eye bore into me as I thought. It made the ache of loneliness, the need for Rhazian by my side, that much stronger.

Tristan petted Bast, leaning closer to whisper, “Kill the Guardian.” The hound barked, it’s razor teeth as deadly as a thousand knives. Then it jumped unto the counter, charged towards the alehouse owner who stood watching the hound coming to slaughter him. But then, as the hound got closer, it suddenly hit its head against an invisible barrier. Bast roared, its face burning, until its shadow swallowed the flames. Tristan narrowed his eyes. The barrier was made of flames blazing in front of the man. “I knew it,” Tristan said. The man was the Guardian of the Sun; the most powerful among the six guardians, Tristan had heard. He’d known it was the alehouse owner since he got a burning sensation

I very well couldn't form any coherent sentence that'll explain, so I just muttered unintelligently. "What was that?" The Guardian looked at me, bringing forth his power from within. I started to choke once again, the air constricting around me. " Mikhail, the god of summer and rain, heaven's commander, all hail. Cease your antagonizing of this boy. He has learnt his lesson, a very valuable one indeed. Cease. Now" A burly Guardian, with well groom beards, flowing hair of gold, chiseled face, hardened eyes of colorless grey. A symbol of pure unbridled power. I knew he was the leader around her. The other Guardians just looked on in mild interest, as though watching a movie with an unknown plo

The voice said through my mind link. “You lying savage beast. You ruined my life.” I fell to the ground, struggling with the pains while communicating with my wolf. I didn’t want to have anything to do with that beast. Oh, I would so love to see the pack shaman and find out if there’s a way for a werewolf to disconnect totally from his wolf so he won’t even be able to shift anymore. Whether voluntarily or involuntarily. Unfortunately, my uncle had restricted everyone from consulting the shaman. He is the only one who hears directly from the moon goddess. He has incredible healing powers, and some even say he can communicate with the dead and also prophesy into the future.