Protectors Novels & Stories

I was stunned by what Pierce said. "It looks like you are having big trouble protecting this lady, Saint. Why won't you just hand her to the organization? I saw how strong she feels around that can be her asset." Pierce said. "No. I promised Dad, Dad promised Tito Kristopher that we will protect his daughter no matter what happens." Saint said sternly as he walked back to the front couch. I sat on a solo couch at the end of the table. "Yeah, but this one. This one is effin' smart Saint. Can you beat this?" Pierce's challenge.

Honestly, my impression of what happened in the mafia was not this at all. “Good morning. Trust you had a splendid night?” Adriano was the only one who bothered to reply. Dante simply shrugged, and the others just smiled and continued digging into their breakfast. “This is Victor and Carlos. I’m sure you remember them,” Dante finally spoke to me. “I have a meeting today, and I’m not sure when I will be back.” He began taking off his apron and walking towards the door. “They are here to protect you, so please do me a favor, listen to them, and try not to break any more noses.”

Inquisitor Vaelen Crowe. My bracelet jerked, heat flaring so suddenly I almost hissed. Under my skin, silver light flickered faintly, racing along the crack line. I pressed my wrist into my side, trying to muffle it. “—our duty,” Crowe was saying, his voice calm, almost gentle. The portable speakers carried it anyway. “Our responsibility, as guardians of both human and wolf law, is to protect the vulnerable from predators. Even when those predators wear the face of a pack.”

Daniel nodded slowly. “Yes.” Emily looked at Edward Knight. “You designed this.” Edward’s voice remained calm. “Yes.” Ryan crossed his arms. “So basically if anyone tries to steal Helios…” “…the system protects itself.” Edward nodded. “That was the idea.” Across the city, Margaret Knight slammed her hand against the conference table. “The system is blocking us.” One of the executives whispered. “The guardians are defending it.” Margaret’s eyes narrowed. “Then we remove the guardians.” Back inside the underground control room.

He looked at Amelia and Martha, who were all standing on their feet. "Your uniforms will be ready soon; as of now, you are all advised to report to the library for an announcement." He turned to leave. I knew Amelia realized I had him at the tips of my fingers. "He didn't even scold you!" she acted surprised. "We're the Protectors, not the Night Watchers. The sooner you understand that, the better for all of us to coexist as a team. I trust you both will have better judgment next time. We own the routines now, and we make the environment a better place. We're like the leaders, but second in command to Lord Lucifer," I explained as they sat to realize the kind

The next time we would meet, I was sure that he would kill me first before asking questions. This was why I needed a protector. Someone strong enough to get rid of Jonathan for me. Jonathan had Alpha blood in him and with the help of his occasional madness, he would be unstoppable against even the strongest werewolves. But I believed that Lucian would be able to take him down. Which was why I desperately needed him on my side. “Well, I don’t have the time to play bodyguard with you. And as for your thoughts on this matter, I was only being courteous.”

“HIGH-BANDWIDTH UNITS. ABLE TO THREAD MULTIPLE WORLD DATA STREAMS. YOU ARE… EFFICIENT.” It said it like praise. I felt a little sick. “And him?” I asked, nodding toward Corvin. If the Game had given him a label, I wanted to hear it from the thing that had *written* it. The Administrator turned, the swirl of code on its face rearranging into a rough mask of lines that might have been eyebrows for a flicker, then dissolving again. “BOUND ESCORT SUBROUTINE,” it said. “FIELD GUARDIAN FUNCTION. DESIGNED TO PROTECT HIGH-YIELD PROCESSORS FROM EARLY TERMINATION AND GUIDE THEM TOWARD CORE GUARD DOG, INFORMALLY.”

I muttered. “You haven’t paid me in four months.” “You live in my penthouse,” I reminded him. “That’s not the same thing!” I sighed. “I need you to deploy a new team. One to watch over Alex’s house. Another to shadow him everywhere he goes.” A beat of silence. “No one connects this back to EP Security,” I added. “EP Security,” he repeated slowly. “You mean the company you’re supposed to be running instead of...what’s the word? Bodyguarding?”

Fenrak said softly, “anything they don’t understand is a threat.” They kept walking—past empty restaurants, closed boutiques, shuttered cafés. Verona was silent, but Rhea’s heart raced. “So now what?” she asked. “More hunters?” “Maybe.” Fenrak shrugged. “Maybe worse. These Protectors are stubborn. They don’t forgive. They don’t forget. And now we’ve killed their hunters.” Rhea grabbed his wrist. “Fenrak… are we safe?” He looked at her—really looked—and placed a reassuring hand over hers.

“I can't tell you yet.” Frustration flashed across her face. “You keep saying that.” Before he could answer, the terminal behind them beeped. PROTECTION PROTOCOL; SECONDARY SUBJECT IDENTIFIED. Lyra turned sharply. A second line appeared beneath it. STATUS: ACTIVE. Her breath caught. Someone was still protecting her. And whoever that person was, they had been watching her long before she ever became Lyra Moretti.