The Guardian Marvel Novels & Stories

Kieran Vale: walking ego in alpha skin. The joke’s on him though. Guardians are immune to Alpha aura. Always have been. Alphas used to get too protective of their Guardians, pulling rank mid-fight. Too many Alphas ended up dead because they forced their Guardians to stand down. Eventually, nature fixed that flaw. Alpha command no longer works on us. I still feel his aura, It hums at the edge of my skin, but it doesn’t touch me. Not that he needs to know that. I clutch my chest with mock awe. “Oh wow. It’s such an honor to meet you.”

America's Shield Fiction Weapon (Marvel) The Marvel world offers a lot of unique fictional weapons, guys, in addition to wolverine claws and Thanos' gauntlets. There is also another iconic fictional weapon in Marvel, namely Capt America's shield. This is a really strong shield, guys, it can't be destroyed by ordinary weapons. In addition to being resilient, this shield has damage that is strong enough to knock down opponents. It is noted that there are several characters in the Marvel world who can destroy this hard shield, such as Thor, Thanos, Doctor Doom. But basically this is a very strong weapon, especially for defense, right.

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.

I growled coldly, disconnecting the line. Taking a second more, I rushed to our group text, typing furiously to her, “Take care of yourself, baby girl. We will be home soon.” As I looked up into the eyes of Benji and Baylor, I know I needed to stay calm for them but we all felt it. The “calling” of the Guardian Knights never failed to let us know when the one we are destined to protect is in danger. “It’s different this time, Bronx, it’s stronger,” Baylor whispered, his voice filled with regret and anguish. “I know but we must trust that Dad taught Ellie how to protect herself, we’ll be home soon, boys,” I replied as I walked out of the door with them in tow. Please Moon Goddess, watch over

And then looked at the fire crackling in front of them. “When the civilizations where young, the Lord of the Heavens chose three gifted humans to protect the chamber of knowledge and history. He chose them not because of their lineage but because for their specific gifts. One could summon any creature, both magical and mythical, another could make the elements stopped as if he lorded it while another controls the elements. They’re called the guardians. Their purpose is to protect the secrets which lies inside the Chamber and only them could access it.” “Why so, mama?” she inquired as she inched closer to her mother.

Marcus Vale, my old guardian, stepped through a dimensional portal wearing impossible armor made of crystallized memories. "Marcus?" I gasped. "But you are mortal. You cannot travel dimensions." "Was mortal," he corrected. "Until Luna's mother offered me a choice. Stay mortal and safe, or transform into something that could help when you needed it most." He gestured to the portal behind him. "I brought friends." Through the opening came an army that defied description. Not just warriors, but concepts given form. Justice, Mercy, Courage, Hope—abstract forces that had chosen to manifest as defenders.

I responded. The person in front of me quickly looked at me. “The Guardian is a she,” they stated. I paused for a moment, “That is not possible. The last known Guardian is a male,” I stated, wondering if I had really fucked up entrusting this individual with getting more information for me.

I wiggled my nose in an attempt to suppress the eye roll which wanted to be released. Nonetheless, like every check-up, I responded in a whisper. "No, Sir, still the same. I saw him heating his coffee, the liquid he drinks in the morning with a wave of his hands, but, no drastic changes to the climate or anything." The report was not entirely true. Marvelon was connected to me in more ways than he knew. Though he fed me those ridiculous lies, I knew they were just that: lies. Every rise and fall of his powers, every emotion he bore was traveled to me. This helped to ensure I knew when he was in trouble. Hence, the phrase, Guardian. However, I couldn't make a report of my feelings and not fac

He paused for a while, then continued to speak. "I work for an organization called the GOH,Guardians of the Hex. We fight all sort of bad, human and non human. We use advanced technology and combat to fight our enemies" he emphasized. Confusion struck me.I didn't know how to react. I felt proud of my father, I also felt angry at him for abandoning his family to save the world. As I lifted my gaze, I saw my father looking back at me, I smiled, hoping he could not see the anger within me as I was embarrassed to show my true feelings to people I hadn’t known that long.

He held an expressionless gaze, not taking his eyes off the Gargoyle statue. Marcus smiled a little. "We are the Guardians. The last order of the Five. That makes us the Protectors. The Gargoyle represents our Clan and our ancient magic. He's literally the protector of this place, this waterfall only opened up because it doesn't perceive any of you has threats or danger, otherwise it wouldn't have opened up" I listened to him. "It's looks fucking alive" Alle said. "That because it is" Marcus added. "It has magic rushing through it. Only we can communicate with it. Let's say it's like a special piece of the Dermini Clan"