The Guardian Season 3 Novels & Stories

“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.” “But we didn’t piss him off.” “You left in a hurry, Taylor!” Kathleen suddenly snaps. “He was being receptive.” “Well, if you had mentioned something, taken me aside or something—” “Okay, guys,” Beth, ever the peacemaker, interjects, “he said he gave us permission, right? We’re fine. But let’s just move along without playing the blame game.” “She has a point,” I mutter, and Kathleen makes

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

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

Something was wrong. Then he stopped. Suddenly. Then: "Wait." The group froze. Then: "What?" Then Thomas looked around. The streets were empty. Too empty. Then: "Where are the guardians?" Silence. Then everyone realized it. The Bastion Guard had vanished. Completely. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then the Third Crown pulsed again. Warning. Danger. Then the ground shook. BOOOOOOOM! The street cracked. Immediately. Then another crack appeared.

"I don't eat leftovers, and I certainly won't go back to clean up your mess. Give up." Kaelen opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "Please leave. Outsiders aren't welcome here." I turned to walk back to the camp. Just then, Kaelen's phone rang. It was an emergency call from the pack. He answered it, his face turning pale. "What? Liana is dead?" "Okay... I know. I'll be right back." Before he could hang up, a piercing whistle screamed across the sky. It was the rogues' catapults and incendiary bombs.

One glowed silver, suspended between darkness and redemption. Four remained dormant. Aurel joined me, his expression solemn. "You changed fate yesterday." I looked at him in confusion. "I only tried to save Caelum." "And that is precisely why fate changed." He placed his hand on the crystal. "In every vision I witnessed over the centuries, the Third Guardian was entirely consumed by the Void." "But yesterday..." "He remembered his name." I smiled faintly. "Then he can still be saved." Aurel nodded. "So can the world."

She waited, timing it perfectly, watching as the guardian thrashed and struggled against their combined strength. Then she saw her opening. "Move!" Damon, Dazzle, and Leo threw themselves backward just as Autumn hurled the vial directly at the guardian's chest. It hit the glowing crack dead center. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the world exploded. The vial detonated with a force that sent them all flying backward. Fire and stone erupted outward in a massive blast, the shockwave rippling across the clearing. The guardian let out one final, agonized roar as its body began to crack apart from the inside.

“Savage is the one you need to watch and help. For she is the one The Power Of Three is foretold about.” The Guardian's words resonate within me, a sense of urgency and responsibility settling in my heart. I know that the fate of our kingdoms rests on our ability to navigate the trials foretold in the prophecy of three, and Savage's role in all of this is now clearer than ever before. As the Guardian fades into the shadows, their cryptic message lingering in the air like a haunting melody. I know that our time is running short. The birth of our children draws closer with each passing day, and the weight of the prophecy looms large over us like an ominous cloud.

the Guardian said softly, "the Well will strip away titles. It will strip away pride. It will strip away excuses. It will leave only truth." Killian nodded. "I understand." "No." The Guardian's voice hardened. "You don't." She pointed toward the water. "It has destroyed kings. It has broken gods. It nearly consumed me." Kael blinked. "You went in there?" The Guardian folded her arms. "I was young. I was foolish. I was dating a poet." Everyone stared. Morwen sighed. "That explains everything." The Guardian ignored her. Killian stepped forward. But before he could move, a hand grabbed his wrist. Seraphina. He slowly turned, meeting her gaze. For a long moment, neither spoke.

The guardian’s voice remained gentle, almost sorrowful. “He has hidden from you three times.” I frowned. “He changed direction after the northern crossing.” Images flashed through my mind. The abandoned campsite. The cold ashes. The trail that suddenly disappeared. I remained quiet The guardian continued. “He circled east after reaching the cliffs.” Another memory surfaced. “He crossed his own trail near the frozen river.” I slowly looked at Thorne. His face had gone pale. I could almost see the same memories unfolding inside his mind. The guardian hadn’t finished. “Every abandoned camp.”