The Guardian Novels & Stories

Jackson said softly from beside me. I released my hold on him and watched him fall to the ground gasping for air. "I said three seconds." I snapped feeling the rage build back up inside me. "I'm a guardian." He coughed out. "A guardian? What are you talking about?" Jackson asked. He stood to his feet and straightened his back, he was a little taller than me with piercing blue eyes. High cheekbones and a chiseled jawline. "There aren't many of us left, but I am her guardian." He replied. "Bullshit. How can you claim to be a guardian when they were all dead before I was even born." I snapped. Guardians were the best of the best, tasked with protecting the royals and their children from the unk

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 want him to understand that I can’t afford to get a hotel room. “I have a place here,” he says and I’m not sure what sound I make or what he heard, but he pulls me to a stop, still having a hold on my wrist. “I’m not going to hurt you. You probably don’t know what a Guardian is, but I’m the son, brother, and friend of very powerful women called Guardians. The name is exactly what you were expect. Guardians protect those who can’t protect themselves.” “Who got married?” I ask, sounding absolutely stupid.

“You just made a big mistake.” “What’re you talking about?” “You didn’t see?” she blurts out and then her eyes narrow in frustration. “Of course, you wouldn’t. He’s a guardian!” “A guardian of what?” Quill steps up next to her. Kathleen is moving quickly as if desperate to get as far away as possible. “I don’t know. Guardians are very location specific. There are forest guardians, animal guardians. Guardians are different from us. They draw their power from whatever they protect. They live in isolation preferring nature over everything else. They’re incredibly strong, and you should never piss one off.”

"Just know that if you need a place to stay, you are always welcome here." "Thank you, but I prefer not to align with any pack right now," Hayden said as he took in what Tate said. "I might be welcome by you, but one of your guards, a large, brutish man who is working tonight, is far from welcoming to me, and it makes me question what he is like to others." "That would be Chuck. I will have him pulled off all gate duty from now on. You are not the first to have issues with him." Voices growing louder inside made the Alpha Tate sigh. "It sounds like I'm needed inside. Safe travels, Hayden, and remember what I said."

Emily looked between them. "What?" Her father shook his head. "That's impossible." "Apparently that word has stopped meaning anything today," Elara muttered. Emily ignored her. "What is the Last Guardian?" Her father stared at Kael. "The first Guardians protected the world from ordinary threats. The Last Guardian was different." "How?" "He wasn't created to protect the world." He looked toward the creature climbing from beneath the kingdom. "He was created to destroy what couldn't be stopped." Kael looked down at his hands.

He told himself he was guarding a suspect. But when he glanced over and saw the way Luca’s face softened in sleep, the faint trace of exhaustion and relief he knew he was lying. He wasn’t guarding him, he was protecting him from everyone else and from himself. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Morning came soft and gray through the cracked window. The world outside was nothing but fog and silence, a thin breath of calm before everything went to hell again.

The Good Samaritan beside her stood up and waved his arms frantically at the ambulance and fire trucks pulling into the lot. “Over here!” he cried out. “She’s hurt!” “Robert,” she croaked, looking up at the man who had helped her and noticing he was wearing a mall security uniform. “Where’s Robert?” The guard looked down at her, his expression full of concern, and Shannon squinted to try to see his lips better so she could understand the answer. “I don’t know.” I have to find him, her brain screamed. The man tried to get her to remain where she was and wait for the approaching EMTs, but she shook him off.

Fear lingered in every corner of the scene. The memory felt painfully real. More real than any vision she had experienced before. Then the Guardian appeared beside her. Not in its armored form. Not as the ancient keeper of the sanctum. Now it looked almost ordinary, dressed in simple Architect robes that blended into the memory around them. “Tell me what you see.” Aria stared at the destruction. “My home.” “No.” The answer caught her off guard. The Guardian looked toward the burning buildings. “You see loss.” The words struck harder than expected because they were true.

My father closed the file and put it back to the cabinet where it had been placed before. " My job as a guardian is to ensure that evil people like Miranda never get to hurt anyone ever again. When we are done rescuing the victims, we give them counselling and take them back to their families. I’m no magic man, I only use advanced technology and combat to stop crime “My father explained. My father was not as evil as I had thought, he was a hero. I lengthened my stay, I too wanted to become a guardian, perhaps it was my purpose.