The Last Guardian Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Then Collin closed the distance and pulled her into a crushing hug, burying his face in her shoulder like the little brother he once was. She wrapped her arms around him, fingers trembling as they clutched his back. “I’m here, little brother. I’m here now.” The others remained still, respectful and quiet, watching history quietly stitch itself back together. And then, softly, Koa’s voice whispered into her mind: “The last guardian has come home.” Collin, still recovering from the emotional collision of seeing his sister again, turned slightly and extended a hand toward Tegan. “This… is Tegan,” he said, a softness in his voice that only someone deeply in love could summon. “My true flame.”

Four couldn't sleep at that night. Zayn's words were ringing in his mind like like bell. Four POV This is too much to sink in! Uncle! why did you had to leave me without any clues? i am here.....by myself alone trying to find answers to my questions. What is guardian? i am Guardian but what the heck is a guardian? You always told me or more like warned me about your stupid mate. You told me so much about her that imagining her accurately is a piece of cake.

– the guardians say, closing the door. - May the gods welcome you with open arms, Guardians. – is the last thing they hear before the door is locked and the tapestry is replaced, covering the door. The guardians slowly crawl into one of the rooms and sit in comfortable armchairs in a circle. - It seems our time has come, brothers. – the guardian of truth says, looking at his companions. - Honestly, I never expected to enter the 21st century alive. – the guardian of secrets says. Sanguinarius, smile at everyone.

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 foolishly thought that since his guilt sounded so genuine right now, maybe—just maybe—in the final days before my broken, decaying body finally gave out, I could allow myself to hope for something. To hope that my 'guardian angel' could walk with me for one last journey. Zander was clearly caught off guard. But in the blink of an eye, that tiny spark of warmth in his gaze rapidly cooled over. It turned as freezing and toxic as silver-laced winter ice. "I don't have time right now. We'll talk about it later." There's that word again... later. What he didn't know was that I didn't have a 'later' anymore.

The last thing I felt was Sophia’s small hand tightly holding onto my cold fingers, and the terrifying echo of the stranger's voice ringing in my ears. *I've been waiting for you, Guardian.*

The Guardian lowered its massive head. “The Path is complete,” it rumbled. “The bond has been… rewritten.” My heart skipped. “What does that mean?” “It means,” the Guardian said, “that no one may claim you without your consent.” Relief flooded me—so sharp it hurt. “And Kael?” I asked softly. The Guardian’s eyes darkened. “The bond did not break cleanly,” it said. “He will feel the loss as injury.” My stomach dropped. Before I could ask more— A violent tremor rocked the chamber.

The voice echoed directly inside the chamber instead of through its mouth, ancient power vibrating through every word. Lyra stared openly. “That’s not terrifying at all.” Cassian nodded immediately. “I personally hate telepathic giant wolves.” Lucien looked fascinated. “I want one.” “You cannot have one,” Astrid replied flatly. The giant guardian ignored them completely. Its attention remained fixed on Kael and Lyra. “The bond is restored.” Kael’s expression remained coldly cautious. “You know us.” The guardian’s silver eyes flickered. “We guarded your reign.” The words hit Kael hard.

No one moved a muscle. ​Astrid slowly unclenched her empty, aching hand. "What are you?" ​The giant looked toward the ancient passage leading deeper into the mountain. "I am the last smith." ​A loud crack echoed through the hall as the Warden's torso split. Bright silver light spilled from the widening fissures. ​Its time was up. ​With the last of its fading strength, the guardian turned toward Lyra. "Bearer..." Its voice was barely a whisper now, like wind pushing through dry leaves. "The Forge must choose."

I joined him in his car, my adrenaline was pumping, but my mind was all over the place. We reached the destination fifteen minutes later, it was an abandoned warehouse. The place was dark, the surrounding was eerie, I could already see some entities were lurking at several places. I was on alert, the chatter among them was loud, they were whispering about a human and her guardian, how he saved her, how he killed the other human, how he embraced her in his power, engulfed her in his darkness. I was too late... The hooded lanky man, he was her guardian.