Novel & Cerita Guardians Vol 3

and as the shadows smash it, Raymond's light destroys the final illusion, leaving us gasping by the altar. I sense a surge of power through our bond as he seizes the relic, his light blazing wildly, as if we could take on the world. He says in a hopeful voice, "We got it," and I draw him in and give him a passionate kiss while tasting dust and perspiration. I say, "Sunshine, you're fucking incredible," and he laughs with bright eyes. He responds, "So are you," and just as we are about to share another kiss, the guardians show up—three towering, luminous beings with fire-like eyes that are glaring down at us.

Immediately after he said those words, another Rank 3 guardian appeared. It was yet another middle-aged man. However, this time, the man had a ferocious-looking wolf print on his face. On White Doll’s side, including himself, there were a total of four Rank 3 Evolved Ones. On Lucas’ side, there were Biggy and Scarlet that were Rank 3 Zombies. Four against two. No matter how one looked at it, Lucas was bound to lose. "What about now, Kid?" White Doll stared at Lucas.

Guardians are a kind of celebrity to some wolves, apparently, my Beta is no exception. “Sure.” “Pretty much they can take the pain of the person they are assigned to. They absorb it and by doing so it allows the body of the injured person to heal while the guardian simultaneously heals the injury through their own body. I don’t fully understand it, but it's a crazy concept.” Francis answers. “In theory, if Ali were to do the healer's hand to me, how would the wolfsbane in my wound affect her?”

He wanted to see me happy, and he would do that however he had to. I was entirely shocked at everyone’s acceptance of the three of us. Do not get me wrong. I was appreciative of the acceptance, but I never imagined it would actually be a thing. I wondered what everyone would think once we got back to Command, but none of us would really care. This was about us instead of other people’s thoughts and opinions. “Guardians are paired in twos. Sometimes they become involved with their charges. It’s no different really. You have one Guardian and one Protector,” Troy explained.

"You will see everything that this den has to offer. And you will meet your brothers and sisters, the other werelions who also call this place home." "But before we do that… lemme introduce others… Um, the three big lumps behind you…" He gestured behind them, causing Kieran and Melinda to turn around and face the three looming figures standing guard behind them. "... they are the guardians of the den. Qadaq, Adonis, and Cesare. Hope they weren't mean to you?" Kieran glared, staring daggers at the guardians, his eyes flashing with anger. He was disgusted by the mere mention of their names, remembering all too well the torment they had inflicted on him and his family.

Four couldn't sleep at that night. Zayn's words were ringing in his mind like like bell. Four POV This is too much to sink in! Uncle! why did you had to leave me without any clues? i am here.....by myself alone trying to find answers to my questions. What is guardian? i am Guardian but what the heck is a guardian? You always told me or more like warned me about your stupid mate. You told me so much about her that imagining her accurately is a piece of cake.

The old man's answer came quietly. "Chains." Lucien looked toward the mountain, then back at him. "And how many before everything falls apart?" The Guardian hesitated long enough for everyone to fear the answer. "Three." The word settled over the camp like another layer of snow. Astrid recovered first. Her hand tightened around the hilt of her sword. "Then we stop the third one." The Guardian gave a tired shake of his head. "You can't stop something you can't reach." "I didn't ask whether it would be easy."

MARA — THE FIRST GUARDIAN LUCIEN — THE SECOND GUARDIAN ELARA — THE FINAL GUARDIAN I stared at the names. Three guardians. My father had prepared for this before I was even born. His voice continued. “Mara will protect your blood.” “Elara will protect your existence.” The screen paused. Then his eyes became serious. “And Lucien will protect your heart.” Tears slipped down my cheeks. Lucien looked at me. My father continued. “But there is one thing I never told any of them.”

Her small hand hovered over his large, scarred knuckle. "You aren't a monster, Stan," she said softly, her voice steadying for the first time all night. "You protected me." Stan looked down at her hand, his expression softening into something raw and incredibly tender. He turned his palm upward, letting her delicate fingers rest against his rough skin. "I swore an oath when I was crowned Commander to guard those who could not fight for themselves. My realm is gone, Vivian. But as long as I draw breath in this strange land... I am your guardian."