The Guardian Marvel Novels & Stories

The council was built by the guardians, the guardians are the beings that were created to keep order. A guardian is someone like a cop in the supernatural world and it a guardian who is the leader of the council always. A guardian is given a divine weapon, which he receives when he or she has his or her guardian awakening. And when the guardian experiences the guardian awakening they are sent to the guardian academy where they are trained. Guardian’s main jib is to eliminate imbalance and eradicate things that are not meant to exist. Like the demons, or the rogues, ferals and anyone who is a threat to the law and order of nature.

They saw the Guardians as a threat, and their attempts to undermine and discredit the movement grew more desperate. Yet, the Guardians remained steadfast. They had learned from the wisdom of the artifact that true power lay not in domination but in unity. They met adversity with resilience, countering attempts at sabotage with the strength of their collective will. Through their unwavering commitment to truth and justice, they thwarted the schemes of those who sought to exploit the artifact's power for their own gain.

“It was when he would transform into the most powerful evil anyone ever faced. Wow.” As I read on, goosebumps erupted all over my skin. “The only way to stop this malevolent is the Guardian. She must act and stab the dagger into his chest. Okay. The effect would be cataclysmic, and none could ever survive. The Guardian will be reborn to the next mortal vessel— What?” With wide eyes, I reread the same line over and over again. “No, no, no. This is bullshit.” “What’s bullshit?”

Clad in armor that gleamed with the same luminous quality as the crystals, the guardian stood sentinel, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly fire. "Who dares disturb the sanctum?" The guardian's voice boomed, echoing off the walls like thunder. "Easy there," Lucas tried to charm, but his words hung limp in the charged atmosphere. "Stand down, creature," Gabriel growled, stepping in front of Amelia, his alpha authority on full display. "Gabriel, no," Amelia cautioned, her intuition telling her there was another way. "Creature?" The guardian's laugh was low and menacing. "I am the keeper of the artifact, bound to protect it from unworthy hands."

"The Heart has a guardian, and it doesn't like visitors." “What kind of guardian?” Luna asked, her voice sharp. “You’ll see soon enough,” Mira said cryptically. The air was colder deeper into the wood, and a low, guttural growl reverberated through them. “What was that?” Jax asked as his hand automatically reached for his blade. Mira smiled grimly. “The Guardian. And it knows we’re here.” Luna's heart raced with the increasing proximity of the growl. She instinctively tightened her grip around the dagger at her side as thoughts rushed through her mind.

He would make a good stripper, I must say. "Vala will ascend the throne, and there's no one to stop him. Where the hell is that short vampire Guardian, Momo, anyways?" He grunted. "Momo, guardian? What are you talking about?" I asked. He raised his hands from the water, moving towards me. I couldn't take my eyes off his abs; they were just dripping with… "Momo is the shortest vampire dwarf who became the guardian and protected this fucking realm from the vampire realm. He was the only one who could unlock the gates of the underworld and free Vala, so how did you come about it?" He grunted, his hand grabbing my neck the next instance.

Marvel looks down, scowling. I can't help the growl that rips out of me hearing that. It didn't surprise Marvel this time. I didn't expect Vivian to have someone but it has been years since we spoke and I had to accept the harsh reality. He looked back up at me, eyes full of conviction. "I’m going to protect mommy now. I don't need a dad." "What if you had a dad that just wanted to protect your mommy with you?" Ben asked him. Marvel tilts his head, thinking, "If he makes mommy smile, maybe. But that Dad doesn't make mommy smile, she is only sad with him always."

Mia saw it a half-second before he spoke, because she had been watching the south edge of the rooftop and what was appearing over it made the third charge and the guardian units and the entire plan feel, briefly, like it had been designed for a smaller problem than the one currently presenting itself. Rising from the south edge. Not climbing. Not emerging from a hatch. Rising. A repulsor platform, military-grade, silent and dark, running on an independent power source that the Null-Zone apparently did not suppress. Standing on it, flanked by six of the heaviest guardian units Mia had yet seen, was a figure in a white coat. Tall. Still. Watching them with the calm, distant curiosity of a man

The Guardian continued its silent calculations around them. Predicting millions of possible futures. And for the first time since its creation— one of those futures now depended on Mara Quinn’s choice.

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.