Rise Of The Guardians Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He paused for a while, then continued to speak. "I work for an organization called the GOH,Guardians of the Hex. We fight all sort of bad, human and non human. We use advanced technology and combat to fight our enemies" he emphasized. Confusion struck me.I didn't know how to react. I felt proud of my father, I also felt angry at him for abandoning his family to save the world. As I lifted my gaze, I saw my father looking back at me, I smiled, hoping he could not see the anger within me as I was embarrassed to show my true feelings to people I hadn’t known that long. He didn't smile, he only gave me a hug.” I love you my child, please forgive me "he whispered."

I gasped as I looked back up at Xipher, and he smiled and softly nodded his head. “A storm is coming.” He said in a voice that sent dreaded shivers through my body as I turned, looking out over the glowing land. To Be Continued in BOOK THREE “GUARDIANS KINGDOMS”

Elize smiled while watching the news. "The next step is Dark Phoenix, the whole world will know about you," said Elize quietly. "Is everything alright here?" asked Lucian. Elize smiled when she saw Lucian standing next to the window and watching her. He's still as handsome as ever. Both her arms folded while she watched him. "Has the angel taken an interest in me?" asked Elize. "I am your guardian angel, I should care," says Lucian. "The Reaper is worried too, I don't know whether I should be happy or frightened." Elize laughed.

“Now, we didn’t actually meet until after your mother’s passing. I’m sure someone will tell you I weaselled my way into your father’s grieving heart, but that’s the furthest thing from the truth. Adriana, we’re fated life partners. Perhaps it should have always been, which means you should have been my daughter, and your mother stole that chance from me. Or we have gained a second chance, I don’t know, and I don’t want to go there or be bitter about it. I accept you and your decisions about for what they are good or bad. But your father was not in his mind for many days, and he made it impossible for anyone but me to look after him. He insisted on feeding only from me, and when he came to hi

Her eyes darted to Loki who bowed slightly and when she turned to Heyli, she wiggled her brows. "No! He's nothing to me. King Athena assigned him to me as my guardian." Ciara raised a brow. "Why? Do you need any protection?" "No, I don't. But it seems like I do to them," Heyli spat out in frustration. "Now, he's asking me to bare my hand so he can make an incision. I know he wants to create that bond so we can be mated to each other." Ciara was silent for a while before she burst into laughter. She looked at Loki. "I'm really sorry. She doesn't really have an idea on how things work here. She's quite ahhh... new to all these,"

"But you didn’t." Fiona turned to him, her expression unreadable. "No. Someone saved me. The true Guardian of Realms." Diego frowned. "I don’t understand." She stepped closer, her presence both familiar and distant. "The Guardian isn’t a single person—it’s an ancient force, passed down through generations. When the last Guardian fell, their power sought a new vessel." Her gaze met his, steady and unyielding. "And it chose me." A heavy silence settled between them, thick with unspoken emotions. Diego clenched his fists at his sides. "And that meant leaving everything behind? Leaving me behind?"

Something forced. I shook my head, my hands curling into fists. “Even if that’s true… Even if you did deceive me, I still believe you cared. I still believe you loved me.” My voice wavered, but I pushed forward, my heart speaking louder than my pain. “Despite our differences—despite the worlds we come from—we loved each other. You are my guardian. And we are not done yet.” For a second, just a second, something flickered in his eyes but then it was gone.

She could bend it to her will. Closing her eyes, she focused. The air around her shimmered, the mist shifting in response to her command. She felt the guardians' magic—the corrupted energy that bound them to the library’s defenses. If she could sever that connection… The moment she thought it, her magic flared to life. A brilliant blue wave erupted from her hands, spreading outward like ripples on water. It washed over the guardians, their snarls turning to agonized screeches as their bodies seized. The glow in their eyes flickered and then dimmed as their forms convulsed. One by one, they collapsed into the mist, their bodies disintegrating into the very magic that had created them.

They pulse with every heartbeat until my body feels too small to contain them. I fall. The world tilts sideways, darkening. The guardian catches me before I hit the ground. Its claws are surprisingly gentle as compared to the monster who was threatening me with my mate. A soft glow surrounds us, ancient and mournful. Its whisper curls against my ear like falling ash. “The price will come.” Darkness swallows me whole. And the last thing I see is Killian reaching for me, his voice breaking, as the runes on my skin burn brighter… brighter…

my mother said without looking up. I couldn’t laugh. “Read the rest,” I begged. My mother swallowed hard. “The Guardian is not born when the world is at peace. She is born when humanity plots its betrayal and magic grows arrogant. She will be marked by a seal that will protect her mind until the enemy reveals the gateway. Her heart will walk in fear, but her will will be iron. The wolf who finds her will not be able to possess her, for if he tries to make her a cage, the Veil will reject him. He will only be able to walk beside her as a shield and not as a master.”