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.”

The bone framework had brought not just structural changes but stubborn certainty that transcended his already formidable resolve. The inn's entrance stood partially concealed behind fallen debris from the collapsed tower. A single guard, wearing mismatched armour pieces that suggested battlefield scavenging, observed their approach with naked alarm. His hand moved to a sword hilt but froze halfway as the Shadow Knight's nature became apparent. "Light preserve us," the guard whispered, backing toward the door. "What manner of..." "One who shares your hatred for the Council," the Shadow Knight replied, keeping sufficient distance to avoid appearing immediately threatening. "I seek those who r

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.

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

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,

Blue and black energy collided above the gate. Like two storms fighting each other. Then Lily saw it. Standing directly before the gate. Waiting. Watching. The Final Guardian. Nobody spoke. Nobody breathed. Because it wasn't a monster. It wasn't a king. It wasn't even alive. It looked like a giant knight forged from crystal. Thirty feet tall. Blue armor. Blue sword. Blue eyes. Its body glowed with ancient power. Then the Guardian slowly opened its eyes. The chamber shook. Then a voice echoed everywhere.

But he was looking past my head. With a poker face, I stepped away from him. Ian, Adrian and Zelda were standing away from the others. "Who the hell is filling your head with shit like this? I am not ordering you. It was a duty call. And I asked you to get ready. Isn't it the reason why we are called the guardians in the first place? Or are you here for some unknown reason I have not known by now?" I asked the others in an annoyed tone while massaging my temples. We didn't have much time for that stupid debating contest. But they seemed to be enjoying it very much. I was fuming in anger. It almost felt like they were speaking someone else's words. Audrey's words to be very specific.

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.

Marcus Vale, my old guardian, stepped through a dimensional portal wearing impossible armor made of crystallized memories. "Marcus?" I gasped. "But you are mortal. You cannot travel dimensions." "Was mortal," he corrected. "Until Luna's mother offered me a choice. Stay mortal and safe, or transform into something that could help when you needed it most." He gestured to the portal behind him. "I brought friends." Through the opening came an army that defied description. Not just warriors, but concepts given form. Justice, Mercy, Courage, Hope—abstract forces that had chosen to manifest as defenders.