Protectors Novelas e Histórias

I claimed her, I took her and I will protect her from these unfortunate people. The fucker who decides to touch Sam will know the hell that lives in me, he will be a dead man.

"She willingly told you? It's common knowledge that all keepers should keep a low profile, especially if you have no one by your side protecting you. Keepers would be vulnerable by themselves and that is why finding your protector is really important for us. Protectors are any supernatural beings that were born and assigned to a certain keeper. It is somehow like mates. Protector and Keepers feel an internal connection. Protectors would feel the urge and obligation to protect keepers while keepers would feel safe and trust their protectors instantly. "She didn't exactly," he answered. "She was bei

“You…you are leaving? I thought everything was already fine between you too. You are leaving like Dawn?” “No man can imprison us,” I muttered. I touched the bridge of my nose when I caught a whiff of the stinky dungeon. Damn. I felt like I was going to get sick. Delta Isagani stepped backward. The night was still chilly. Too good that werewolves did not quickly get sick. If not, I would be sneezing by now. “Imprison? Is that what you think we are doing? Imprisoning both of you? We are not detaining both of you, Your Grace. We only mean to protect you. There is a big difference between the two, okay?”

These were those that worked for him but weren't officially part of his house for one reason or another. Bringing up the rear was Travis McNeil, the head security guy from Prometheus, and all of Shane's human security forces. The werebear looked every bit as massive now as the last time they'd met, and he wound up settling against the wall next to her. He nodded to her, but didn't say anything. Shamira appreciated his silence.

They entered the entrance, walking past a couple of Gemminite Cyber Troopers with goggled eyes and chromed pair of arms, and arrived in an intersection that both led to the range on the right and the mess hall to the left. "How long does he drink?" Keron asked Vieron. "When he discovered that his taste buds were functioning, brother." Vieron said. As humorous as it sounded, it was the truth to most Protectorates. Before their conscription to the Regiment, the Protectorates were Humans requiring sustenance but after their internment inside their Battle Gears, they never need to eat nor to drink. However, they could still do so, and once their bodies produced waste, it would be absorbed by the

"So, what did you find?" Ray opens his computer. "Listen. We both know that the cyber security of The Conditorem is super secure. But I hacked their website after spending two hours and encrypted the keystrokes and added some antiviruses, so they can't track me back," he holds out some printed notes. "You ever heard of the Protectors?" Lynn glances at the pages, thinking deep. "The Protectors mainly keep the informations of their agents, their programs, their scientific technologies. I guess there are seven of them total, as I heard. I don't know what their names are or how they keep all the data, but maybe I know who can help u

Legarde turned his back to her and stomped towards the cave, trying to think of the exact moment when he became a Guardian exterminator. Marina yelled back. “You will see why I cower, Legarde.” She chanted a few words, a prayer of sorts to protect her old friend as she headed back to make the barrier. What was in that cave would stay in that cave until there was no guardian magic present.

“What’s the use of this meta-card thingy?” “Ooh, it’s a ticket for the other infrastructure. Like the school, everything inside it is unplottable.” She moved closer to her, her hands on her mouth. “Chell said the headmaster’s a nutter who loves making our lives hard. Just don’t tell anyone I tell you that.” Then she ends up in a giggling state. Five minutes later, they’re already standing in front of the protector who scanned the three of them. He’s wearing a silver suit of armor and the eyehole of its metal was concealed in horn-rimmed glasses. It gave the protector extra-sensitive eyes that would help him detects suspicious things.

There were about sixty of them that wanted to fight. It was interesting to see what type of abilities the other two Protector lines had. The Mazarine Protectors were masters of the elements. An element chose their Protector, and they could only wield that element. The Velardi Protectors were connected with Mother Earth. They had influence over the environment and some even had influence over animals. This was precisely why we had them spread all out amongst the groups because their abilities would be very important. Kade flipped the slide to show a diagram of the town. Ziyah got up and used the dry erase marker to draw X marks a

Viktor was not happy. Dominic scoffed. “Amateurs casing the joint?” Viktor’s eyes cut to him. “Maybe. Or someone who knows we’re expecting shipments this week. Weapons. Military-grade.” That got my attention. I straightened. “You want eyes on the ground or surveillance rerouted?” “Both,” Viktor said. “Dominic, you’ll run the external recon. Aurora, inside logistics. Inventory checks, and rotation timings. Nothing leaves or enters without your signoff. And Marco—”