City Protector Novels & Stories

Even though nudity wasn't a big thing in the werewolf world. Pretty soon there was press surrounding the area and they wanted to talk to us and the military tried to keep them back but the most affective way to keep them back were our wolves. They were standing guard around the area and no one could get past there growls or barred teeth. I was starting to walk around looking at everyone that was now homeless and how miserable they looked when I heard someone scream out my name. I turned around and Freya was running towards me and she almost tackled me when she hit me and I hugged her really tightly. I looked up and Beau was walking towards us.

“And now you know you’re the heir of the Ambroise family.” What did he just say? I’ll be living in this unknown place starting today? And the heir of the Ambroise family? I disagree. I can’t just leave my comfort zone just like that. You can’t just leave me this responsibility. “I don’t agree with this,” I argued with my father, but he didn’t care. “You have to listen to me this time,” my father calmly told me, which took me back. His eyes were begging as if there wasn’t tomorrow. “It’s for your protection. Please listen to my selfish request.”

“He wants the future.” Leo meets my eyes in the rearview mirror. “What do we do?” I look out at the city—lights smearing past the window like wet paint. “We don’t give it to him,” I say. “We don’t destroy it. We keep it. And we make sure he never touches it.” Kai turns in his seat. “How?” I smile—small, cold, the same smile Papa Luca used when he knew the game had changed. “We build something he can’t burn.”

My feet shuddered and for a moment of euphoria, I swore that the stones themselves commemorated the return of that lost soul. "I never thought that the gates of hell would be so unprotected," I spoke with a slightly debauched smile. My lips seemed extremely dry there, and I felt desperate for a sip of water as soon as I spent saliva to talk. Vraxlon didn't have any fun in his eyes when he spoke again. "And who said they are unprotected? "He indicated with a slight arch of eyebrows on my back, and as soon as I turned around, I choked. "This is your pet, Your Majesty. Cerberus, the protector of your gates.” Pet was kind. It was nice.