Sandman Guardians Novels & Stories

His eyes were closed and his neck slightly hung to the right side as if he was sleeping. “Humans don’t ever want to appear weak, so they put up a strong guard or pretense to shield themselves, but they have always forgotten that limits exist for a reason. The moment the guard and pretense gets to the point where the body cannot bear with it anymore, everything comes crumbling and the mask of pretense will fall to the ground… paaaahhh!!! It will crash and shatter to pieces!” Elder Damon stated, walking to face the man who had now opened his closed eyes.

also spoke of the pack killer's protector." I told Atlas. "I knew he had something to do with your disappearance. I know that you are the moonstone guardian and Kara I am your protector as well. But I know where you are now. I know that the mountain range happens to be on the land of Bishop's. I will come and get you my aruna. Just hold on, I'll be there tonight." he told me. "Be safe, Atlas. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you." I told him. "I will," he replied. And with that he cut off the link just in time as Elder Bishop came back into the room. "So did you get a chance to look at the book?" he asked me. I didn't respond to him. I just looked at him with a glare. Al

He was holding himself back with every ounce of strength he had. I reached up, my fingers trembling, and I didn't touch him—not yet—but I hovered my hand near the side of his face, forcing him to stay locked on me. Neither of us said a word. I felt the bond between us screaming, a cord of energy that pulled at my chest, begging me to lean in. I saw his throat bob as he swallowed hard. His eyes searched mine, and for a fleeting second, the guard disappeared. He was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. And we stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, suspended in a moment where the world outside didn't exist.

His calm exterior hides a storm of self-doubt, but his love for Samantha anchors him, their mind-link a sacred bridge that weaves their thoughts, heartbeats, and desires into a single, unbreakable thread. Through this mind-link, their wolves—Luna, with her silver fur and fiery spirit, and Shade, a shadowed guardian with unwavering loyalty—guide them. Luna and Shade snarl in battle and purr in moments of intimacy, their presence a constant in the lovers’ lives. In moonlit glades, far from the pack’s watchful eyes, Samantha and Kevin steal moments of passion, their glowing tattoos igniting as their bodies entwine, the crescent moon and claw mark shimmering with primal power. These stolen night

to feed them.” “They feed off our powers?” I asked, raising my brows. “The guardians survive off the power of the elements. The earth holds each of those elements. When we summon them, we are taking them from the earth where they can’t feed. So, whoever summons them will need to keep them fed. If we aren’t powerful enough to feed them, they won’t stick around long.” “Hazel seems to think we could be strong enough,” I said, shrugging. “What would happen if they drain us?” Enzo was the one to ask. “Would it kill us?” “No, the guardians would never kill. It would weaken us if we weren’t strong enough. If they sense we aren’t strong enough right off the bat, then they most likely will leave and

“After all, I’m not like you, there is nothing special about me. I’m the most normal, boring person, who until now has only read about people like you and One in books. What could they possibly want from me?” “No, you aren’t like us,” she confirms, “but you have more in common with us than you think.” She takes a short pause and closes her eyelids for a moment, and a second later the words fly out of her mouth like machine gun shots. “Eagles matched each of us with another person who acted as our, how best to put it, guardian? Yes, that’s probably the most fitting word.” She glances in my direction and continues, “The guardians form, in combination with us, a perfect whole. Each of them is i

Elle probed further, making Mamock reluctantly nod her head. They both of them intertwined their fingers together and continued the journey, occasionally screaming and getting startled by the constant thunderstorms. "I honestly think we should go back" Elle sighed and turned towards Mamock, pointing at a small building not far away from them. "I can see a building over there and I believe that's the warehouse, so why go back when we've come this far?" "Amanda, this is really dangerous" Mamock said, an image of the dwarf like creatures with slimy skin and elf ears; otherwise known as the guardians, passed through her mind and she visibly cringed.

Lucian said as he smiled. "What other way?" Elize asked Lucian chuckled. "What else, an angel's way!" Lucian said "Huh?" Elize frowned Elize was surprised when Lucian pulled his body into hers. Lucian laughed. "Relax Elize, I am your Guardian, I have nothing to do with you," Lucian said. "Take a look at me, Elize. Follow me, you will never be damned." Elize would have responded by feeling like she was in the cloud. She just set eyes on Lucian. It was only then that she examined the color of Lucian's eyes, it was grey as though it were shining, even his skin seemed to shine.

tears now streaming down my face, somehow understanding exactly what happened without being told. “is he..?” I choke out. “He’s still alive,” Sam says bluntly, Seemingly watching my reaction, for what.. I don’t know but his piercing eyes burn into mine. “He’s been trapped. Beyond the boundary. You’re the only one who can reach him, the only one who can bring him back.” My mind is spinning. “Trapped? By what? Who? What do you mean only I can bring him back?” Sam sighs, placing the book between us. He opens it to a page covered in intricate drawings, symbols, maps, and what looks like a family tree. my name right there at the bottom, connected to others I don’t recognize.

Around her gathered dozens of newly minted Guardians—wolves with iron-edged gauntlets, humans in rune-inscribed leather, bears in layered protections. A hush fell. Children perched on scarves of their cloaks and stones beneath the marker. Tribune diplomats and anonymous pilgrims, scholars and traders, all watched from the circle’s rim. Hannah drew a breath and lifted her voice—steady, clear: “We are the guardians of this sanctuary. Fifteen years ago, our parents forged a unity burned into every stone and heart. Our duty now is to honor it—through vigilance, compassion, and light.” Heads bowed, voices echoed: