Romans & histoires City Protector

"You're under my protection now, Lyra. No one will lay a finger on you without facing me first." Lyra's eyes searched mine, a mix of uncertainty and hope flickering within their depths. I held her gaze, my own filled with an unwavering promise of safety, like a shield forged in trust. Gradually, I felt her tension ease, her body leaning into mine as I encircled her with my arms, drawing her closer. The warmth of her form against me calmed the storm of emotions swirling within, and in that moment, I knew I would do anything to keep her safe.

To protect us. Snapping his fingers twice, he moved back as my lawyer arrived and began to consult the legal workers to stop the confiscation. “Ah, trying so desperately to save your house, hmm? Let’s see how many things and people you can shelter,” “Try me,” Denzel accepted his challenge. Causing him to return a fatal glance, smirking dangerously that dried my throat in anticipation of his dreadful actions. “By the next full moon, Alpha Denzel, I shall destroy you,”

​The UN Extraction Zone was a neon-lit scar on the outskirts of Neo-Tokyo. What used to be a high-end logistics hub for the Vane empire had been converted into a high-security "Processing Center" in less than forty-eight hours. From the shadows of a rusted shipping container, Leo Vane watched the movement of the "Peacekeeper" guards. They were different from the Council’s Erasers, less robotic, but more efficient, equipped with sonic-dampeners that could neutralize a shifter’s roar before it even left their throat.

His lips were almost white, and the bond between us felt so tenuous that every breath I took was a plea. I touched her forehead. “I’ll be back,” I told her. “And so will you.” She didn’t answer. My soul cracked; I stood up and looked at the gods. “Protect my family,” I snapped violently. The Luna Goddess nodded. “We can’t fight the battle for you,” she whispered. “But you can protect them,” I snapped without fear. The goddess didn’t hesitate; she held out her hands, and a silver dome enveloped Eloise, Emmett, Grace, Temra, Isa, and our son. The creature roared with fury at the sight of the protection. That told me it was important.

Krystal says and I glance over to see Fiadh still has her face buried in Krystal's arm. "She looks so happy. He refused to lose just for her. He doesn't know her, but that doesn't matter. He wants her. He will protect her from the biggest monster or the tiniest bug. He is her champion. He is hers, and he just sacrificed his body to prove it. I don't know what happened to you before, but...You would never have to be afraid again if you had a man like that. And you will...you will have a male who goes out there, gets hurt....all for the sake of having a chance with you. He will never harm you, Fiadh. They are protectors," Krystal explains and I glance back at the happy couple to see the champi

The beast who almost managed to entice me into a lap dance that would have been appropriate for a Turkish Nights fantasy. The one with eyes that are as dark as the night sky and as blue as midnight. The black, bleeding ink of his tattoos is almost as stunning as the tattoos themselves. These vivid fever eyes of his are closed, and I wish that they remain closed for the foreseeable future. It is not necessary for them to question me in order for me to comprehend the full and terrifying significance of what has occurred here. His tattoos are quite effective. I immediately identify the American flag that is tattooed on his arm, as well as the fierce eagle that is tattooed on his breast.

I guess as he smiles largely. “Yep! And this is Kane,” He says motioning to the quiet man to his right. I take a moment to look him over. He is shorter than the other two, but his presence is calming and I immediately know he is a gamma. Gamma’s are the pack protectors. Not in the sense that they are the warriors, but they deal with the inner circle of things, like ensuring the pack gets to safety when the alpha and warriors fight, making sure people are fed, have shelter, and are clothed.

But they don't know the daily struggle. "But in your case, it's clans' lords bowing down to you. Because you're not any lord's protégé. No! You are duke Leonardo Anetti's protégé. The heart ripper, that's what they call duke Anettii, right? And what about your guardian, Lord Bircof? He has quite the reputation, too" I nodded stiffly, not trusting my voice. "These are the men Rey is standing up against for you. So, if you're giving him false hope out of curiosity about the mate bond and its limits, please stop. This will end badly for him." "They'll never hurt him." I know they won't.

They are expecting the Protectorates, something that surprised the leader of the Patrol Team. The two of them moved out of cover. Keron extended his left hand while Razion, followed by Vieron and Aran, came out next. The five Dusk Riders opened fire at the Protectorates. Keron constructed a psychic wall that shielded the Patrol Team from harm. When the bullets came, it collided with the wall and rippled across the surface. "Now, brother!" Keron ordered as he replaced his hand back under the barrel of the Blast Rifle and opened fire. Four of the Dusk Riders fell prey at the hail of plasma spheres that were sent by the Protectorates. When the barrage ended, the corpses fell, steaming and sizzl

Beau says while we were both working. "Yeah. I heard about that. What happened to the last doctor?" I asked. "He was killed in a Rogue attack. He wasn't singled out but he did get caught in the battle. Usually, women, children and important personnel go to the shelter. But he didn't make it." Beau explained. "Shit. That sucks. And you couldn't find anyone to replace him until now?" I asked. "Nope. And your mother contacted us. It was the goddess who sent a gift to us." He says.