Fitzgerald Shield Novels & Stories

She offers me a soft, profoundly protective smile,an expression that strikes a deep chord within me, mirroring the exact way my own sister used to look at me whenever I was broken. For the very first time since I was dragged back into this luxurious prison, I feel the icy armor around my heart begin to soften. I feel myself slowly, tentatively letting go of my defenses. The paranoia and deep-seated doubt are still very much alive inside me, but a fragile, microscopic spark of trust for the woman standing before me is finally beginning to break through the surface. "I am right here by your side. Think of me as your Ate Yolly from now on. I am going to help you, Miss Raegan."

Anyone associated with the Fitzgerald Group would undoubtedly be aware of it. Shane raised an eyebrow. He was not surprised and extended his hand to Jade. "Nice to meet you. I'm Shane Bancroft." His appearance was impeccable, exuding a sunny disposition. Had Jade not experienced another lifetime, it would be hard for her to imagine that such a person could be inherently evil. Jade didn't return his gesture but simply smiled at him. "Mr. Bancroft, it's a pleasure." Her smile was too forced, and the disgust in her gaze disappeared before Shane could catch it.

"Mr. Shields Senior, this is Sebastian. I mentioned him to you just now." "Hello, young man. We've met before." Sebastian recognized Cillian Shields. He had met him at the sanatorium a few days ago, as Cillian was one of Wyatt's old comrades. Was he one of the three leading figures of Dramon's Department of Defense? "Oh, it's you, sir." Sebastian hastily went up to him to shake his hand. "Stop!" Two men in suits reached out to stop him. "Don't be so anxious. Does everyone in the world hate me so much that they all want to kill me?"

"Is he still looking? Is the dot back?" "Don't look back! Just the door! Focus on the door!" They hit the sidewalk, their wet shoes squeaking violently against the polished concrete. The revolving doors were just ahead, the interior lights of the lobby glowing like a sanctuary. Inside, the tall, broad-shouldered figure of Kendrick Shawcross, the Storme family’s head of internal security, stood near the reception desk. "Kendrick!" Elias screamed, waving his arms as they approached the glass. "Kendrick, open up! Get the lockdown shields ready!"

- Phil John Carl stands immediately and rushes to Phil "what items did you make now?!"- John Carl Phil quickly place a huge box on the table and opens it he shows a large shield with a shape of an inverted triangle that had an amazing aura, its color was purple with an outline of red and unlike the scale of the DARUGA it was more prettier and shinier "This shield is for Uncle Bobby, he usually doesn't use a barrier for himself so that I'll make a durable shield for yourself defense"- Phil

She finally says. "Because of the shield." "What shield?" Reno walks and sits next to Catty, Pushing me a few distances away. Just yesterday he was hugging and consoling me, and today, he was acting like the usual ass—he was! "The shield spell that I used to protect the institutes. My spell in protecting 1000 of people inside each institute, which means I'm using my life to protect theirs." ‘’So you’re saying, that the shield is the reason why all this is happening to you?’’

The three of them felt the same electricity in the air, the same emotional density that precedes life’s important milestones. “Good morning, everyone,” Elias’s voice rang out clear and steady through the speakers, carrying a contained but perceptible emotion. He paused, allowing his gaze to sweep across the crowd, trying to make eye contact with as many people as possible. “Five years ago, the Shield Academy was born from a very simple idea: that everyone deserves a safe place. A place where you don’t have to fight to survive but can learn to fight to know yourself.” He took a few steps across the mat, the fabric of his kimono brushing softly against the rubberized surface.

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ The stale, metallic taste of burnt coffee clung to the air. The conference room was bitterly cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature. I sat at the long table, my hands clenched tightly around a pen, every muscle in my body tensed up. Fitzgerald stood at the head of the table, his sleeves rolled up, revealing the faint scars on his forearms. He was a man of precision, order, and results, and this—this disaster—was the antithesis of everything he represented.

“The Feds have the manifests. The Sterling Charter is the only Sovereign Shield left to you. If you want our protection, you become blood. Marry my daughter. But understand this: we do not share. If there is another woman, she must become a ghost. If you lie to the family, we will take your life.” The nausea hit me with the force of a physical blow. Arthur Vane hadn't just committed bigamy for money. He had committed it for survival. He had been drowning in a federal racketeering case, and the Sterlings—the Mafia dynasty that controlled the New York docks—had offered him their "Sovereign Shield" in exchange for his soul. He had hidden my grandmother in the woodshop because it was the only pl

"What should she be telling me Shields?" The glint in my eyes said that I would grab my friend by the ankles and shake the truth out of him. "Valiant has been through a lot over the last 24-hours Ro. She needed some comfort-" "Let me guess, you were the one to comfort her." Reece wasn't a pussy, he wasn't daft and he sure as hell wasn't going for my shit. "If you're going to be an aşs and not let me finish then yes, I comforted her."