Gate Guardian Novels & Stories

Len commented. "I trained her well," Nia bragged. "I'll handle the gem teleporting," Len commented. The gems all disappeared. "Gotcha." I paused to hum, healing myself. "Well, gate one, down. What's next?" A second gate now appeared, this one was the color of the space sky, also with dragons and snakes carved on it. Another guardian stepped out from it. It was a red eyed, five headed hydrae with a spiked fur tail and black wings. "If you can survive the labyrinth of the dead, you may pass."

he nodded toward the yard, "has dulled my sense of the Gate." "Until now." I stroked the soft fur of his head as he sighed, the heat of his breath warming my leg even through my jeans. "Until now. And, to be fair, Gates are very well guarded, for obvious reasons. They are pathways, Syd, between here and the realm. If some mortal were to stumble on one, the consequences could be catastrophic." "So what's up with this one?" I had to press my hand against my left knee to keep it from jiggling in impatience.

Lazriel continues, “the Gate will register the act. The bond between Key and threshold fractures.” “And then what?” Caelan demands. “I prevent her from crossing.” All eyes turn to him. “I am the Gatekeeper,” Lazriel says quietly. “No soul passes into the Other Realm without my consent. I can hold her at the threshold.” Corin’s breathing quickens. “And if you fail?” “I won’t.” “That’s not good enough,” she snaps. Bram runs a hand through his hair. “Okay. Hypothetically. We let Brooding Shadow Prince over there stab her. She dies. You hold her soul hostage. Then what?”

Ash whispered, “Divinity?” Isabella’s stomach dropped. “I’m not a god.” The silver gaze returned to her. Not yet. The ground seemed to tilt. Rex’s hand closed around hers. Firm, grounding. “Explain what you are.” The stranger studied him coolly. “I am a Warden.” “Of what?” Kael demanded. “Of thresholds.” Ash frowned. “Thresholds between what?” The Warden’s gaze drifted briefly toward the sky where faint cracks still shimmered like healing scars.

said the man. "Just a little. Ten. " Dark said plainly. "Fine, you can still come here and help me." Trans sighed. "I'll help you, don't worry," Dark added Dark turned to his watch. 'It's time.' Dark stood up, took his gloves and coat from the drawer and put them on. Death Guardian Invisibility Coat serves as their protection to normal people's eyes. The only people who can see them are people who have died and are called people with strange abilities or a third eye.

Waiting for someone to change the rules. Damion's hand tightened around mine. The countless voices spoke again. "The seal was never meant to be a prison." The gateway trembled. Golden light erupted from every fracture. The commander recoiled. And for the first time since the darkness had arrived... Something beyond the breach was afraid. Then the ancient voice whispered one final truth. A truth that stole the breath from every living soul in the clearing. "The first Guardian never died." The golden light parted. A figure stepped out of the heart of the gateway.

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

After being assured that it was just me, only then did I slowly and gently open the door. Actually, I was waiting for Gunner to make a fuss the moment I started opening the door. I mean, he's a bodyguard. He’s got good senses, though they're kind of failing him when it comes to me, but his door being opened in the middle of the night was something he will never not notice, right? But what I was waiting for did not happen at all. No one was making a fuss, no one was surprised, and no one was questioning me about what I was doing. In fact, no one was inside the room at all.

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.”

He lets out a cry that echoes across the realm. Let them come. Let them try. I place a note upon the headmaster’s desk. It appears with a flicker of violet-blue light and a soft thump as an ancient ruby lands beside it, warm to the touch, thrumming with alarm magic. Malric, The wards have been awakened. I have deployed the following guardians: Storin and Glorin – Front Gate Gargoyles Kiana – Sky Patrol, Serpent of Flame Flan – Bell Tower Griffin, Vision Guard