Sandman Guardians Novels & Stories

Yet, it did nothing to lessen Cazer’s frustration that the subterfuge had caused him to torture himself further on the matter and had eventually driven him to commit more crimes than he would have, had the shadow been more forthcoming. “You may take Selphir. If the information you supply is satisfactory enough.” Cazer replied. His acceptance of this exchange, resulting in Selphir retreating back into his darkened Abyss silently, Cazer thought that he detected a hint of smugness about the woman’s face as she said, “The Moon Gate, being the barrier between life and death, its Guardian has always been able to move between the two planes.” The Night Gate Guardian’s expression, even more difficul

It was almost scary "I appreciate the concern dear... But my time as guardian has come to an end... Its time for a new star to rise" He's words were really confusing me... What guardian and star?? "Mr Jonathan... I think you need to rest" I said and now he pulled a serious face "Listen to what I'm about to tell you now Jessica... This world is not everything... Those books you read are worlds created by a fragment of someone's imagination but they are all real... Nothing is as it seem and the balance between these two is being britched..."

"That's one of the reasons why her mother and your parents allowed you two to hang out." "But isn't it dangerous for her to be around fantasians for a long time? She's still a mundane, after all." I asked him. "Since they were the only mundanes who were aware of our existence, they were given a gift. In able to help us, they were immune to our personas, meaning our presence isn't crucial for them unlike for normal people." He explained. I nodded when I finally caught on the idea. "So going back, there are four guardians for the fated savior and one of them is the fated shield. The one with the strongest connection to the savior."

Serenya drew a breath, then another. Remember your tribe, Solana whispered. Remember the way children laughed even when there was little food. Remember the way your mother’s hands braided your hair with flowers. Remember the way your father sang to calm the storms. Love bound them together. Love binds the Guardians. Let it guide you now. The five powers surged as one — fire, shadow, light, claw, and spell — rushing in like a tidal wave. Serenya’s instincts screamed at her to run, but her spirit — her Guardian soul — made her stand her ground.

The power that had been flowing through me cut off all at once, leaving me feeling empty and weak. Strong arms caught me before I hit the ground. "I have got you," That was Ethan's voice. "I have got you, baby." I looked up at him. His face was covered in blood and bruises. He could barely stand. But he was alive. And holding me. "You are alive," I sobbed. "You are all alive." "Thanks to you," my father said, standing up with Beatrice's support. "And Sarah. Who was she really?" "A Guardian," Beatrice said quietly. "An ancient order, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself to protect the balance between light and dark. I thought they were all gone. Thought the last one died a hundred years ago."

Her breath caught, she could swear she almost saw it in the smoke, a blade of obsidian flame, hungry and waiting. And then another whisper, but not Nyxian’s this time. This one was different, distant and melodic, like water running over stone. “Not all guardians will burn, little Goddess. Some will drown you instead.” She staggered, gripping her head. A man’s laughter rippled through her skull, smooth and cold as she saw flashes of a figure in water, pale hair streaming like moonlight with eyes the color of a sea storm. Another guardian. Her stomach twisted. Malrik had been right, her awakening was calling them and they would come; whether as a friend, lover,threat or ally.

Ghost’s breath hitched, and desperation seized her. “No, Damon,” she shouted, her voice echoing across the compound before she caught herself, glancing around nervously and lowering it to a harsh whisper. “It’s dangerous. It doesn’t work on someone who’s dead. And the guardians—they won’t let you.” His expression darkened, the red in his eyes deepening to a near-black fury. “I’ll kill all the guardians if I have to,” he declared, his voice booming through the night, reverberating off the stone walls. “Nothing will stop me from doing it.”

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.

Beneath them lay a handwritten note. Amelia unfolded it. The Sanctum is gone. Its lessons should not be. These belong to the Twelve Guardians. —A Friend Henry smiled. “Our mysterious friend has excellent timing.” ⸻ Each Guardian opened a box. Inside every one was a simple object. Marcus received an old compass. Claire found a fountain pen. Henry uncovered a small brass hourglass. Ethan discovered a polished river stone. Samuel found a folding knife with a dulled blade. Olivia received a pressed white flower preserved between two pieces of glass.

Ursa said, eyes flashing. It wasn't a guess. They knew. Just as they had known my name and Cedar’s before I spoke it in the cave. The Guardians, like I have come to realize, are not only the strongest and most beautiful ones, they also have this unexplainable dark aura surrounding them. They're as evil as they're indestructible. “The mind reader,” Vanus drawled, looking bored. “Sammy?” Cedar gasped as the figure dropped the disguise, knowing that she'd been busted.