The Guardians Novels & Stories

As the dean of educational and student affairs, my mom had always been strict about me and my brother’s conduct since we were young, keeping records of our every move. Want to eat? Memorize your textbook first. Want to buy stationary? Score full marks at your next test. My brother could never achieve anything, and I was always the one receiving all the rewards. I always thought that my mom treated us fairly. Until the day I was supposed to submit my college application, when my mom said I had to apply for a college of education to get a new phone. When I submitted my application, I saw a bunch of comments flash past my eyes. [This girl is so stupid, thinking that her mom is fair. Her

"I have no idea what she's been going through recently, which is why I called you here to find out. You are her legal guardian. It's your responsibility to pay closer attention to her mental health." Zander remained silent for a long time. As an alpha, his instincts picked up on a deeply unsettling vibe from the art—the kind of soul-deep exhaustion and withering that only an abandoned pup would emit. Yet he had completely failed to face it until this very moment. He paused for a beat before asking, "How long has this been going on?" "Strictly speaking, the first time she produced this kind of despairing artwork was two weeks ago." Two weeks ago... that was the exact day of her twentieth birt

Swallowing down his unexpected anger took every bit of self-control Pete Jenkins possessed, and he knew at that moment that he would, without question, be willing to die to protect her if that’s what it took. “Ladies, this is Pete Jenkins with the U.S. Marshals,” Fuller announced. “He’s taking point on keeping you safe until this is over. Pete, this is Leah Culverton, and Shannon Rivers.” Shannon, who nodded that she’d seen Leah’s message, stepped forward and held out her hand. “Pleased to meet you,” she said quietly, and the touch of her skin against his sent a vibration throughout Pete’s system. He watched her eyes go wide for a moment, and thought to himself did she feel that, too?

The guardians, too, seemed impressed, their glowing eyes widening slightly. But the trial was far from over. The guardians led them to a second test, this time one that involved solving an ancient riddle etched into the surface of a towering stone monolith. The riddle was complex, its meaning obscured by layers of symbolism and allegory. The clues were subtle, requiring keen observation and an intuitive understanding of ancient lore. It was Ronan, with his sharp intellect and his vast knowledge of ancient cultures, who eventually cracked the code. He deciphered the riddle, unlocking a hidden passage behind the monolith.

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

"I'm sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing." "The road to hell," I said, rising to my feet. "Tell me everything. About the Guardians. About her. About my parents." Luther tried to sit up. "The Guardians are ancient. They believe the Mother is the key to stopping something worse—the Void Lords. Beings that would devour our world." "And my parents?" I asked.

the second one says. “Let me say hello girls,” their mother says, and the girls step away. I almost feel cold without their sweet embrace. I blink and shake my head before standing. Their mother gives me a knowing look. “They’re Guardians. I’m not positive, but mom, Aunt Cara, Aunt Grace, and I have all talked and we think that their Guardian gift is making others feel safe and loved. I’m Malin,” she says, just as another of Reagan’s sisters comes striding up.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth before disappearing almost instantly. “It won’t last.” I hated how relieved that tiny expression made me feel. I crossed my arms. “Fine. Kael. Start talking.” The wind shifted between us, colder now. “You know the story they tell about the Guardians?” he asked. I nodded slowly. “They’re chosen to protect the balance between creation and ruin.” “That’s the version meant for children.” Something uneasy twisted in my stomach. “What’s the real version?” Kael’s gaze lifted to mine again. “The Guardians were never meant to destroy ruin,” he said quietly. “They were created to contain it.

Without help from the dark, Zion Mercenaries could not infiltrate Arcadia for so many years without getting exposed. “And, I might need to borrow a few men from the Guardians to protect a few people,” Kaze said. The Guardians was a group of elite guards, who specialized in protecting important figures. The safety and security of high-ranking officers, such as Isaac himself, were managed by the said group. They might not be the strongest warriors, nor the swords that cut down enemies, but they were the best protectors, the sturdiest shield that safeguarded the people. Taking down Zion Mercenaries' affiliates or soldiers would sur

she shoved her palm dismissively at my face and it was clear that my pleas were going to fall on deaf ears. “Damn, she’s doomed…” I heard Gus’ trembling voice whisper behind me and the reality of my situation glared at my face. The guardians…my fate was in the hands of the guardians. The Guardians were a council of seven powerful beings representing every kingdom in the realm which are the demigods, witches, fairies, werewolves, vampires, sirens and elves. There were other smaller clans like the banshees and trolls, but these seven were the most powerful in the realm.