Pitch Black Guardians Novels & Stories

From the shadows of the crater rim, figures rose. They weren't human anymore. They were desiccated corpses wearing armor from different eras—Medieval knights, World War soldiers, Ancient warriors. Their eyes glowed with the same purple light as the crystal. "The Guardians," Sebastian spat on the ground. "Previous generations who tried to control the power and failed. Now they are just puppets." "There are hundreds of them," Kael drew his sword (a retractable vibranium blade Alex made for him). "Circle formation!" Jackson commanded. "Protect Nova! We carve a path to the central bridge!"

They spoke in hushed tones, their voices urgent and strained. “This pact is necessary,” one of them said, his voice echoing through the forest. “The guardians must stand with us, or we will fall.” The mist swirled, revealing another figure—a massive creature with silver fur and piercing blue eyes, a guardian in its true form. It stood tall and proud, its presence commanding respect. “We will honor this pact,” the guardian said, its voice resonating with power. “But know this—our loyalty is not given lightly. Should you betray us, the consequences will be dire.”

The presence of the shed skins serves as a stark reminder of the guardians' fierce nature and their territorial instincts. In the center of the chamber, an enigmatic sight captures Finrir's attention. A raised dias stands proudly, emerging just above the water line. As Finrir approaches, he notices a remarkable detail. The platform, where the eggs of the guardians rest, is encased in a layer of shed skins. These discarded remnants, once belonging to the ancient protectors, now serve as insulation and cushioning, forming a protective nest for the precious eggs.

I clear my throat quietly and bring myself to focus as she repeats herself once more. “Alpha Wade,” she says slowly, making sure I am paying attention this time. “I, Aliauna Fletcher, 115th Guardian of the Guardian sect, bind myself to you. It is my honor and my mission to protect you at all costs, My life is forfeit if it means that you may survive. My blade and my body are weapons for you to use as protection. I am your shield, your sword, and your confidant.” She takes the stone dagger off the pillow between us and she lifts it up to the sky.

My shoulders tighten in fear and the left corner of the blue-eyed prisoners mouth lifts up in a barely noticeable half smirk, and I zap the bastard. Guards come rushing out of the door at the sounds of the gurgled scream coming out of mister blue-eyes and I zap him again, just for good measure. Seeing there’s nothing going on, they trudge their way back inside. Probably to fill themselves up with whiskey and beer. I walk the line once more, not a single shifter daring to lift its eyes to me, before I make my own way back inside. I can’t help but wonder who is left out there, strong and rebellious enough to let their voice carry all the way to our headquarters.

I became his right hand, and he was the only person who knew my real identity. Truth is, I am the future Luna in my pack, the Mystic Shadow. A savage Alpha Ezekiel conquered us from the Black Claw pack who killed my parents, enslaved my people, and tortured them until they pledged their loyalty to him. At the same time, I was caged, starved, and beaten. I became his slave. I thought being a slave was my only salvation until my execution day was set. Alpha Ezekiel wants to eliminate my parent's legacy.

“It's fine. So, Sebastian is a new bodyguard that my Isabella hired to babysit me and that's it.” “That's not good if Isabella employed him,” Betty said. “if not I would have told you to f**k his brains out.” Raphaella groaned. “Betty!” “What? Don't you want to experience what a forbidden relationship is?” Betty asked. “The boss's daughter and her bodyguard. explosive!” Raphaella shook her head and smiled. “You have a very imaginative mind” “Well, I'm a writer… what do you expect?" Raphaella could imagine Betty's smirk through the phone.

my mom’s voice came through the other end holding anguish and worry within her words, causing a chill to run down my spine. At that moment, Pearl walked into the room looking every bit the descendant of the Moon Goddess herself and directed, “Change of plans, Guardians, you go home NOW, parts of the prophecy have sped up and she will need you near her more now than ever.” With a nod her direction, we all kicked into gear grabbing our things in a rush to pack. We hadn’t selected other members of her protection team yet but for now, all that mattered was that we made it home as soon as possible.

"The child has seen the truth." He raised his eyes toward Killian. "But before the world can be healed, the hearts of the Guardians must face their final trial." The silver mountain began to tremble. Seven ancient doors slowly materialized around its base, each door carved with the name of a Guardian: ■Killian ■Seraphina ■Nyxar ■Noctis ■Fenrir ■Leo ■Aiden The Elder Wolf's voice echoed with thunderous weight through the Sanctuary: > *"Only those who conquer the darkness within themselves can stand against the darkness threatening the world."*>

Shards exploded everywhere. Erupting alongside it was the completely unhinged, terrifying pressure of a top-tier alpha. It felt as if all the oxygen in the office was instantly sucked out, plunging the temperature below freezing. In his extreme fury, Zander's pitch-black eyes faintly glowed with the terrifying, blood-red hue of an alpha king on the hunt. Scared out of her wits, Adelaide let out a terrified shriek and scrambled out of the office, practically crawling on her hands and knees.