Rise Of A Guardian Novels & Stories

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

You said you would always protect me and my family but you killed me and brought me here. ‘I didn’t kill you my child. I brought your soul to help rid the world of-‘ ‘Just save it. I don’t care anymore. Just leave me alone to grieve.’ ‘You need to listen, my child.’ A deep commanding voice comes from the door. Sonya looks up to find Zeus there staring at her. ‘I’m sorry that this happened this way but we can’t do this without you. Hades is causing havoc here and it is slowly infiltrating into the rest of the world. You have to stop him.’

Untouched by betrayal. Then the image changed. Now she was cloaked in shadow, her eyes ablaze, her hands dripping with fire. Power that didn’t belong. Power stolen. The mirror cracked with a piercing shriek. “Only one truth may pass,” a voice rumbled from above. A massive creature descended from the ceiling—formed of molten stone and fire, its eyes blazing like suns. “The Guardian,” Aiden breathed. The creature stood nearly fifteen feet tall, limbs like pillars of flowing magma, its face carved from obsidian and crowned with embers.

Felius asked trying to make sense of what just happened. The entire room sat in shock trying to figure out what was going on, but Swan broke her silence. "My grandmother, Gertrude saw this coming. The G*****a Guardians have risen and it looks like Katie is one of them along with Oliver and Marlo. There will be many others from all over the world. The guardians each have a gift. I see that Katie can vanish between space and time. Just be prepared for the rise of a direct descendant of Queen Lenora,” Swan said allowing her tears to fall.

Even the draft through the corridor, that made her shiver, seemed to push her forward. She was free again. Feeling uneasy, there was more to run from this time. Again she should find Rose. A normal life was slipping away. Only she found herself following the path to the cave. As she entered the mouth of the cave a Barrier went up behind her. It was solid. Made of the same Guardian magic she had seen Asher use before to entertain the children. This, however, was not amusing Sacha.

From the earth, a growl like tectonic plates grinding together erupted. The cavern glowed with golden light, something stirred beneath the surface. A massive shape—twenty feet tall, skeletal and plated in obsidian scales—rose from a pit of molten runes. Eyes like dying stars snapped open. The Guardian Beast. And it was angry. “Back!” Lerder barked, shoving Elara behind him. The Guardian roared. Its mouth—lined with a flash of stone and flame—split open, and a blast of energy surged toward them. Elara raised her hand instinctively—magic pulsing, but the blast slammed into them like a wave of lightning.

Ayla turned toward the widening crack in the floor, her mark burning once more. From the darkness below, something vast began to stir — scales glinting like obsidian, wings unfolding in silence. A creature older than the moons themselves was waking. Ayla’s voice was a whisper. “The third guardian.” Kian reached for his blade, jaw set. “Then the war begins.” And beneath their feet, the world began to split apart.

“Come on, you creepy little midnight snack! You picked the wrong people to mess with!” Tora snorted, flames whipping around her. “Yeah, and next time try something that doesn’t burn when I touch it, sweetheart.” Even in the chaos, the master of evil’s eyes glimmered from the shadows, seething. He had underestimated the power of love, the drive to protect, the unbreakable bonds between Guardians and mates. Each successful strike against his creations only fueled his rage, but for now, the tide had turned, and the girls could see their mates standing, alive, and ready to fight.

But in Elena’s chest, something began to glow. Not fear. Not hate. But clarity. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Outside, the island began to hum—low, deep, ancient. And then the ground shifted. From the sea, rising like ancient gods, came the *Guardians.* Not machines. Not human. Something in between. And they were waiting.