Piltover Enforcer Vi Novels & Stories

I know the enforcer fears no repercussions since Alpha Mikos has given orders to kill me on sight if I refuse to comply with being taken back to him. "Get.off.me!" I growl out, struggling against his weight with all my strength. The enforcer grabs hold of my hand and holds it over my head, keeping me from fighting him and then he kisses a trail down my neck, his tongue trails over my skin, inching closer to my breasts and disgust churns within me.

"The serpent doesn't need to hide in its own nest." From the shadows of the rafters, four figures descended. They were dressed in the same sleek, black tactical gear as Kitana, but their movements were different—stiff, mechanical, and eerily synchronized. These were the "Upgraded Enforcers," the remnants of Peony’s experiments that had been gifted to Kitana. "Sensei," one of the enforcers said, his voice a distorted, electronic rasp. "The era of the 'Old Guard' is over. You are the final relic to be harvested."

Something with binding implications under pack law. "I'm listening," I say, bracing myself for whatever edict my father has issued. "Alpha Parker has formally revoked your position as pack enforcer," Adam says, each word carefully measured. "Effective immediately. Your security clearances have been suspended, your access to pack resources terminated." The news isn't unexpected, but the speed of implementation suggests my father's rage runs deeper than anticipated. Stripping an enforcer of position typically involves council review, formal documentation, transition procedures. This immediate revocation reflects both his fury and his determination to make an example of me.

*DING. The heavy steel doors of the lift slammed open, revealing the massive, rain-swept concrete expanse of the Coliseum’s rear loading bay. Beyond the open bay doors, the Starfall VTOL was idling in the pouring rain, its thrusters screaming, kicking up a blinding curtain of water and sea-mist. But standing between the lift and the aircraft were two dozen High Council enforcers, their riot shields locked together in an impenetrable phalanx, heavy shock-rifles raised and glowing with lethal blue plasma charges.

Then, he turned to me. He didn't yell. He didn't growl. He simply walked over and picked up the silver knife I had dropped. He looked at it for a moment before snapping it shut and sliding it into his pocket. Then, he reached out, his hand wrapping around my upper arm. His grip was firm, bordering on bruising, the same iron grip that had marked me in the car. "You ran," he said, his eyes searching mine. "I am not a PET, Mr Enforcer." I whispered, tears finally spilling over. "I am a human being. And I already have a home. I have people who...."

The one on the right held a gun that spat a steady stream of pulse projectiles. The other held an energy shield, it blocked the Arbiter’s back absorbing a plethora of bullets. The kid knelt there, mesmerized by the destruction, but in all essence terrifed by what he saw. This was an Arbiter of the Court. They were here for sentencing. “Enforcer Pods, landing in 2 minutes.” The notification was processed and received by the Arbiter’s scattered thoughts. The flurry of gunfire and energy blasts cut high and low as the Watch Flies spread chaos among the rioters.

It was said that he was highly regarded by Fulton and one of the very few who had caught Fulton’s eye! At this moment, his actions could be considered arrogant to the extreme! The sixth enforcer turned his head, stared at Howser sullenly, and warned, “How dare a little captain of the Field Guards like you yell at me and point a gun at my man? Presumptuous! I now order you to lay down your weapon, kneel down, and break your right arm!” Overbearing! This was how authoritarian the sixth enforcer could be! As one of the ten elders of the law enforcement hall, he had a lofty status and stood above many others!

Isabella stammered, shaking as the Enforcer’s aggressive war-aura slammed into her. “It became an Ashcroft Syndicate matter the second you struck my commander’s female,” he countered coldly. “You assaulted a protected asset of our territory, and it is fully recorded on our tactical surveillance,” he pointed a massive finger toward the hidden lens embedded above Valeria’s station. “It is in your absolute best interest to run before I contact the local enforcement wolves and have you thrown into a silver-lined cell for physical assault against a high-ranking member.” He glanced back at me. “Unless you want me to end her right here, Serena? I am more than happy to call the cleanup crew.” “No,”

"Move fast. Move quiet." They navigated the narrow, suspended walkways that crisscrossed the massive void of the silo. Below them, a mountain of grain plunged into darkness. They were halfway across when the heavy metal door at the far end of the catwalk clanged open. Three Imperial Enforcers stepped out. They were Vespera’s new breed—clad in lightweight, matte-gray tactical armor, their faces obscured by polarized visors equipped with night-vision optics. They carried silenced, compressed-air kinetic rifles.