The Guardian Marvel Novels & Stories

“Not and love you. Not and survive. We have to stay here. Together.” Malik pressed his forehead to mine. “Then we’ll build here. Together. And we will protect both worlds, because that’s what we are now. Not just lovers, not just warriors. Guardians.” The mark pulsed brighter, hotter. I closed my eyes and let it flood through me, tendrils lashing outward, fusing with the shadows, the stone, the molten rivers. My body hummed, alive with every heartbeat of the underworld, every pulse of Malik’s power. I felt invincible.

~∆~ Rain's POV ~∆~ The locker room hums with pre-game energy, but I can barely focus on Coach Tom's talk. My mind keeps drifting to everything Luna revealed last night. I can't wrap my head around my sister being a guardian, and there was Ethan, and most importantly, about Mariah being a descendant of the seven guardians. That's freaking me out. If others knew... "Cross! You listening?" Coach Tom barks, making me snap back to attention.

“My wolves would essentially be binding themselves to your pack forever?” “Not to our pack specifically,” Maren clarified. “To the guardian who maintains the ward. Who happens to be one of our own, but whose protection extends to all who accept the bonds.” “May we meet this guardian?” Brennan asked. “Understand who we would be binding ourselves to?” Rowan exchanged glances with the council members. “That is. complicated,” he said. “The guardian exists in a state difficult to explain. She is present everywhere within the warded territory but cannot manifest physically. Communication happens through the bonds themselves or through shared dreams.”

"I just want five minutes where I don't feel like I’m being watched!" "He isn't there to listen to your thoughts, Jessica," my father said firmly, his Alpha voice starting to edge in. "He’s a guard. He’s there to protect, nothing more. Kaelen, go." I turned my head and looked at Kaelen. He was standing like a statue with that same blank expression I hated. He was looking at a spot on the wall three inches to the left of my head. He wouldn't even give me the satisfaction of a glance.

It was beating fast—just as fast and just as wild as mine. “I still can’t believe this,” I whispered, still lost in awe and wonder, barely able to grasp the reality of what was happening. “It feels like a dream, something too beautiful and too painful to be real. I can’t believe that a guardian like you—someone meant to watch over from afar, someone bound by duty and rules—fell… all because of a forbidden love with a human like me.” My words made him tighten his arms around me, pulling me even closer as if he was afraid I might disappear if he let go even a little.

He needed to kill Drax to seal his rulership, because Drax was the only person who could come in between him and his Alpha title. "I don't know, but that photo they used on the poster is one of the photos I left back at the cave." She whispered back. I was so confused, and wondered how they got to know that she was with us, so I asked. "How did they know you're with us?" I asked it rhetorically, because I didn't really expect her to have an answer to that, because she has been with us the whole time, since the attack at the rogues’ cave.

Both had raven black hair, almost appearing as if they were brothers. “Just let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone about anything.” I pleaded. “Sorry, but we can’t let you leave. You are the Keeper of the Dragon Stone and Cyran is your mate and guardian. “Excuse me?” I blanched at them, unable to believe what I was hearing.

“But you have to trust me.” Before the boy can respond, a sharp crack echoes through the arena and I turn to see one of the guards aiming a shock baton at us, the device crackling with energy. “Enough stalling!” the guard barks. “Fight, or you both die.” My mind is racing. The boy’s fear is palpable, but there was a glimmer of understanding in his eyes so I release him and slowly stand up straight, my gaze locking with the guard’s. “If you want a fight,” I growl, my voice carrying the weight of my anger, “then come down here and face me yourself.”