Transformers Guardian Knight Novels & Stories

All I had were fragments power I couldn’t control, a voice in my head that shouldn’t exist, and cracks in the earth that answered to something inside me. “I’m the Guardian,” I said, more firmly this time. “That’s what I was told.” His expression shifted just slightly but I caught it. Something like doubt. “Who told you that?” he asked. I hesitated. Faces flashed through my mind. The council. The rituals. The moment they looked at me like I was something sacred. Something chosen. “They did,” I said. “The ones who trained me. They said I was meant to protect this world from ruin.”

"Men who claim to speak for it demand everything. Your Council corrupted faith into control, protection into persecution, service into dominance." Rather than continue this theological debate, Roderick attacked with practiced precision. His blessed weapon carved glowing arc through night air, its consecrated edge designed specifically to damage supernatural entities. The elite guards moved in coordinated pattern, attempting to surround their target despite the chaos still spreading across the plains. The Shadow Knight responded with transformed capabilities developed through multiple trials. Shadow tendrils extended with impossible speed, disarming two guards before they completed their flan

“I was treated the same from my own family except you Master.” Knight’s face got stiff. “I’m sorry to pop your bubble but I am not a good person.” Knight turned towards the fridge and got a water bottle out. “Not to mention that I have been assigned to a firearms dealership. Do you even know how much disaster one firearm can cause.” He mumbled before gulping down half of the water bottle. “Take me with you Master." Knight noticed Kane had turned to face him. "I have gotten really good at physical defences. I want to protect you as your guard.”

I very well couldn't form any coherent sentence that'll explain, so I just muttered unintelligently. "What was that?" The Guardian looked at me, bringing forth his power from within. I started to choke once again, the air constricting around me. " Mikhail, the god of summer and rain, heaven's commander, all hail. Cease your antagonizing of this boy. He has learnt his lesson, a very valuable one indeed. Cease. Now" A burly Guardian, with well groom beards, flowing hair of gold, chiseled face, hardened eyes of colorless grey. A symbol of pure unbridled power. I knew he was the leader around her. The other Guardians just looked on in mild interest, as though watching a movie with an unknown plo

What if the power she now held… Was the same power that had turned him into a tyrant? She exhaled sharply. "And what happened to him?" she asked. Kieran’s gaze didn’t waver. "We killed him." A heavy silence fell. Kieran didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. "He was the first Guardian," he said. "And we were the first to end him." Mason was the first to react. "Wait" He let out a low laugh, but it was hollow. "You expect us to believe that? That the first Guardian just what? Went mad with power and you killed him?"

Jack roared. The Defender mech unleashed a devastating barrage from its rotary railgun. The armor-piercing rounds, which had easily shredded the corrupted angels earlier, struck the Guardians' black-and-gold armor and simply bounced off, sparking harmlessly. "Conventional weapons are useless!" Elias yelled, dodging as one of the massive hounds lunged, its plasma jaws snapping inches from his cockpit. "Their armor is too dense!" Kael swung his high-frequency blade at the leg of a Guardian. The blade connected, but it shattered upon impact, the vibrations sending Kael's mech stumbling backward.

Their transparent forms flickered whenever another pulse of crimson energy spread through the mountain. The Guardian forced himself upright despite the corruption still spreading across portions of his enormous body. His battered armor glowed faintly with restored silver light where my power had reached him, although deep cracks remained visible beneath every rune. His weary eyes met mine. "My Queen..." The words escaped him almost instinctively. I blinked in surprise. "I am not your queen." The Guardian smiled gently despite the pain etched across his weathered features. "My eyes have witnessed every ruler blessed by the Moonstone." He bowed his massive head.

I shouted at her, hoping she could hear me while she was in the Moon Goddess realm. “A seventh Guardian Knight has been selected, he will be what completes the Guardian Knight bond,” she said in an eerie, ethereal voice. I was confused as I thought Ellie was supposed to make the last selection but in the same breath, I was worried because I didn’t want that light and energy to draw others to us before we were ready.

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

The only thing that stopped Xander's screaming was the electric jolt administered by a too-familiar weapon that rendered him unconscious and sprawled out beside Kira’s body. Knight reached for them but was brought up short by the click of a gun being primed and the cold feel of a muzzle pressed to the base of his skull, just under his helmet. Knight froze, eyes searching out the remainder of his team, finding them all alive, if in the hands of the enemy. Rina, Angel, and Ysa were sprawled unconscious on the ground, Bones' telekinetic shield the only thing keeping them safe. Soldiers had Tanner at gun point and he wasn’t moving, half his attention on him, the rest on the enemy. “Drop shields,