The Gate Guardian Novels & Stories

Stefan’s voice called out, "Gideon! Are you guys in here?" Help had arrived. But Siron knew their adventure was far from over. They were now the keepers of the small gate between worlds, the guardians of a new balance. And somehow, that felt right. As Stefan entered the room, the light from the half-open gate symbol suddenly flared, and a tiny hand, like a child's, reached out for a brief second, placing a fresh silver flower on the floor before vanishing. And the flower whispered in a child's voice, "Thank you for setting us free. We will keep our promise."

The girl rolled her eyes and said, “Big Brother, I'm not a bad person. I’m the guardian maiden, and I come from the stargate. The grandfathers told me that my duty is to guard the stargate. Blackie was raised in the stargate and ran away with me. The Heavenly Court wants to capture Blackie for research. I’m telling the truth.” Seeing the sincerity in the girl’s eyes, Philip frowned and asked, “You said you’re a guardian of the stargate?” The girl nodded vigorously and said, “This is the duty of the guardian maiden. Each guardian maiden must guard the stargate for five years. Due to our special constitution, we have a natural affinity to the stargate and can know what happens inside the starg

“That’s where we’re heading.” As we approached the towering gates of the palace, the sight before me was even more overwhelming. The gates were made of dark, dazzling metal, stamped with ancient symbols that pulsed faintly with energy. Standing before them were guards—tall, imposing figures clad in shimmering silver armor that seemed to be forged from starlight itself. Their faces were hidden behind expressionless masks, and their sharp, glowing blue eyes were the only visible features, glowing like embers in the dim light. The moment we reached them, one of the guards stepped forward, his voice sharp and commanding. “Aaron Westwood, you are not supposed to be here,” he said coldly. “You sho

That felt like a dagger piercing my heart repeatedly. Actually, I am a guardian to a mafia king, Romano Starvo. We called him Lord Romano, but not me. I called him father. He found me on the lying road almost lifeless when I was ten and kept me under his roof. In return, I served him. I became his right hand, and he was the only person who knew my real identity.

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

Humans couldn’t see them, which was good for them, as wandering through a Gate would send them to the Fae world, from which, they would never return. “I want to speak to the Lord Watcher,” I said curtly to the guard. The Lord Watcher was the highest position of power at a Gate and knew all the comings and goings of the fae who had passed through their portal. “The Lord Watcher is detained,” the guard attempted to stop me, and I shot him a look so dark that he stumbled out of my way. I stormed through the building. On the outside, the building looked like a dilapidated brownstone, while on the inside was another world.

Elle kept on marching up the hills angrily determined to get to the warehouse, she was almost so close to the warehouse when she saw a guardian in front of her baring his teeth, she immediately shrieked and hid behind a tree. She peeked out from the tree and saw at least 10 guardians walking around with red eyes, baring their teeth. She quickly took notice of their position; 4 were standing a few steps away from her, 3 were just roaming around and the other 3 were standing protectively in front of the warehouse. "Okay, Elle you got this. Just distract them, quickly enter the warehouse and get the decors" with that she picked up 3 stones and threw them in random directions, making the guardia

KILLIAN I drove carelessly into the garage and got out, slamming the door shut. Lucian got out of the car and trailed after me, twirling his blade in the air. I pressed my thumb on the fingerprint scanner and the huge, metal gate rolled up. I and Lucian walked in and pressed a button beside the gate, and it rolled down, slamming shut with a loud noise. "Welcome, Boss," one of the boys who guarded the gate, shuffled forward and bowed.

Mottled gray, black, and white, if they stood stationary, someone who knew no better would mistake them for massive statues chiseled out of a mountainside. But of course, everyone in the Imperial City could recognize them at a glance. Even the ones who lived out in the farthest rings of the grand Imperium would know what they were the first time they ever encountered one. The dozen stone golems that guarded each gate of the palace, two to a gate, one on either side, were legendary. If the dragons and the Premier Guard symbolized the power of the Empire, then the gate guards symbolized its stalwart sturdiness, its immovable determination.

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.