Guardian Web Series Novels & Stories

Jackson said softly from beside me. I released my hold on him and watched him fall to the ground gasping for air. "I said three seconds." I snapped feeling the rage build back up inside me. "I'm a guardian." He coughed out. "A guardian? What are you talking about?" Jackson asked. He stood to his feet and straightened his back, he was a little taller than me with piercing blue eyes. High cheekbones and a chiseled jawline. "There aren't many of us left, but I am her guardian." He replied. "Bullshit. How can you claim to be a guardian when they were all dead before I was even born." I snapped. Guardians were the best of the best, tasked with protecting the royals and their children from the unk

Lucian put the folder on his lap, then placed his head on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. ‘I see this woman as a great challenge. If Andra gives up and insists on Meta expelling her as Elize's guardian, will I be able to deal with it? Boss G, help me with my new assignment, Elize has great potential for change and I know you have a reason why you chose me as her guardian. ’ - Lucian thought "What brother, do you believe me now?" Lucian felt Alexa sitting beside him. Alexa rubbed his brother's head, which caused Lucian to smile.

Liana’s POV The world feels quieter after the storm — too quiet. The rain has stopped, but everything still drips, like the sky hasn’t completely finished crying. I sit on my dorm bed, staring at the file spread across the sheets. The ink is smeared in some places where the rain touched it, but the words still scream loud and clear. Project Genesis. Subject: Liana Voss. Assigned Guardian: Axel Reed. Every time I read it, I feel my stomach twist. Guardian. It sounds like something out of a fantasy novel — except this is my life, my name, my truth.

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

the Guardian said softly, "the Well will strip away titles. It will strip away pride. It will strip away excuses. It will leave only truth." Killian nodded. "I understand." "No." The Guardian's voice hardened. "You don't." She pointed toward the water. "It has destroyed kings. It has broken gods. It nearly consumed me." Kael blinked. "You went in there?" The Guardian folded her arms. "I was young. I was foolish. I was dating a poet." Everyone stared. Morwen sighed. "That explains everything." The Guardian ignored her. Killian stepped forward. But before he could move, a hand grabbed his wrist. Seraphina. He slowly turned, meeting her gaze. For a long moment, neither spoke.

"I have no idea what she's been going through recently, which is why I called you here to find out. You are her legal guardian. It's your responsibility to pay closer attention to her mental health." Zander remained silent for a long time. As an alpha, his instincts picked up on a deeply unsettling vibe from the art—the kind of soul-deep exhaustion and withering that only an abandoned pup would emit. Yet he had completely failed to face it until this very moment. He paused for a beat before asking, "How long has this been going on?" "Strictly speaking, the first time she produced this kind of despairing artwork was two weeks ago." Two weeks ago... that was the exact day of her twentieth birt

I stood by the pillar in the dining hall, my hands clasped behind my back. Anyone looking at me would have just concluded I was the mutt who did his job and didn't ask questions. But inside, my head was a war zone. When I first took this job, it was supposed to be simple. Guard the Princess. Keep her safe until she married the southern Alpha. I didn't expect the Moon Goddess to play a cruel trick on me. I didn't expect that the moment I inhaled her scent—that sweet mix of lavender and something like jasmine—my world would tilt on its axis.

After the call ended, they said, “We respectfully invite you to return, Mr. Rivers.” At that moment, the higher-ups of HQ and all the family heads in Metropolis joined in to request the guardian to return! In the hospital, Stephen lay on his bed. His body was completely paralyzed, and all he could do was stare at the empty ceiling above. Tears slid from the corners of his eyes. In a daze, he glanced out the window and saw a plane slowly passing by the blue sky outside. Under a bridge, a filthy and disheveled Simon fished a plastic bottle out of the river and calculated how much it was worth.

Until they landed on me. He didn’t look impressed. “Bram, you’re here,” Dad said. My stomach twisted. Please don’t tell me this is a fucking therapist. I don’t have a mental issue. “Renzo,” he turned toward me, “this is Bram Hale. Your new bodyguard.” I blinked. “Body—what?” Mom stepped in quickly. “Honey, it’s just until we figure out who—who did this. Someone obviously wants your dead and we can’t take any chances.”

"As a Shadow warrior, he must have seen the potential of using the pheromone of an Omega; it peaks every full moon, and a guardian is called to channel the powers of this pheromone back to the Moon Goddess. Only guardians could do it. They use an orb and store these pheromones, which they also use for healing. You see, Guardians are not born with wolves; they're practically humans with special abilities, and their worship is of the stars. With the powers obtained from these pheromones, they can bring dead things to life and make life too." I wasn't interested in all of those analogies; I just wanted to know how Neriah ended up killing a whole bunch of people. "How did Neriah lose control?" "