A World Worth Protecting Novels & Stories

“What waits ahead is not a battle meant to be won easily. It is darkness that has eaten kingdoms. It is a king who believes this world belongs to him.” Low growls rippled through the crowd. “But hear me,” I continued. “He is wrong.” I took another step forward. “This world belongs to those who protect it,” I said. “To mothers who shield their children. To warriors who stand when it would be easier to run. To wolves who refuse to bow.” A murmur rose—agreement, resolve. “You did not follow me here because I promised survival,” I said. “You followed because you believed in something greater.”

Even if the odds were impossible. Even if it meant risking everything. Some things were worth any cost. And protecting my family, my packs, my world? That was worth everything.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

A world was an extremely protective thing that treated foreigners, souls that didn’t belong to it, as white body cells to bacteria, which meant that it tries to eliminate all foreigners with all its might. That was why only one transmigrator was allowed in a world and even they had a time limit before they would be ejected or the world would isolate them and kill them off, in case they do end up being isolated to be killed, the only solution was for a strong agent to save the transmigrator and even in the more dire cases the only way to save the person would be to destroy the world. Worlds were precious sources of energy and destroying one was essentially wasting a large source of energy so

Alma had never experienced this, though the young girl stared at Alma with excitement and curiously, Alma could also see that the same eyes had two meaning. Her eyes were clearly screaming, “read my future, I dare you.” Alma smiled at the young girl, she would rather not show that she feared the seven-year-old. “Alma, did you ever see the protectors?” The young girl asked as smiled brightly at her. “Yes, and I'll tell you the story” Alma said as she smiled at the girl. “The protectors are the chosen ones of the Sovereigns. They are the strongest, fastest and most powerful of each race,” Alma wheezed out, trying to suppress a cough.

"You think it is easy. But it is neither. It is sacred. It is hard-won. And it is maintained only by people who choose it every day. I am here to teach you to make that choice." The young people listened. And they were beginning to understand. That the world they had inherited was not automatic. It was maintained by millions of choices. By billions of moments where people chose to remember their humanity. That world was fragile. And beautiful. And worth fighting for. In Vienna, the council was releasing a new statement.

"I brought people who want to stop a massacre. Their species doesn't matter." "You've betrayed everything we are. Everything we stand for." "No. I've embraced what we should be. Better than our worst impulses. Better than hatred and violence." "Then you're a fool. And your child will grow up in a world that destroys them for what they are." "My child will grow up in a world I'm building. One where species doesn't define worth. Where cooperation matters more than domination." "That world doesn't exist." "Not yet. But it will. If people like me keep fighting for it."

Landon was there in a second, grasping Levi’s shoulder tightly to keep him from moving any further. “Get out, dad,” Laurence spoke, his serious words snapping at his father. “Levi, I need to explain—” “Get out.” Levi growled out, shaking the walls in the waiting room. “You have no business being here.” Lincoln stuffed his hands in his front pockets. “Look, I was trying to protect you. You don’t understand what Oliver can do. Oliver and Peter have more dirt under their nails than any other company. I was trying to protect you.”