Squid Game Guard Circle Novels & Stories

She observed as the cards were distributed, one by one, to both Marcelo and Matteo. As Marcelo and Matteo immersed themselves in the intense game of poker, Georgina's attention was momentarily diverted to a subtle exchange taking place between the guards. Matteo, with a mere nod, signaled his guard, who elegantly approached Marcelo's guard carrying two bags in his hands. The exchange happened swiftly and discreetly, their actions revealing a clandestine transaction unfolding before Georgina's eyes.

I open it to find my favorite picture of me and Nico. “Gibson spelled it. It’ll protect you by surrounding you with a barrier when you feel like you are in danger. No one can enter the barrier unless you let them,” explains Shaun. “Oh my goodness. I’ll need to thank him too. It’s perfect. Thank you all so much.” “I’ll have to thank Gibson too. It’s perfect,” says Nico. I go around hugging everyone, saying thank you again. I’ll have to ensure to thank all the guards. I return to sit on Nico’s lap but he stops me and stands. He has me take his spot and he kneels in front of me.

I could still hear everyone else, but now it was more like hearing the low murmur of whispers from the other side of a door. "What the fuck just happened?" Asher asked, out loud. "I think Kiema joined all of us into her Circle," Kord said, as if that made perfect sense. "For the bloody love of Gaia, Kord, in English?" Lukas said. "Just what I said...in English, by the way. Kiema initiated her Circle of power. Protection. It will get bigger and stronger when she finds her last guardian." We all groaned. "I'm loving the vibe, Ki-Ki, but warn a guy next time. Knowing what everyone is thinking and getting a million volts of electricity shoved through my body isn't really the love I was going for

The dark silence of the parking lot was a stark contrast to the rambunctious atmosphere of the powerful and covert club, SubTerra. A sizeable crowd had formed by the wood-stained bar, predominately men squawking provocatively in an attempt to cajole the bartender to serve them first. After receiving their drink, they sauntered back to one of the several tables littering the burgundy carpet in front of the large stage. Currently, two women were performing, standing ahead of their band. Some patrons watched, others conversed while the rest were engrossed in the game of football that streamed on the massive television to the left of the dimly lit room. Security guards were scattered throughout,

Tomorrow, probably in the afternoon, Leah wrote. Shannon’s eyes went wide as she remembered, and she stood, digging her hand down into her pocket. “Here, while I’m thinking about it. You’re going to need this,” she said, and handed him her locket. Larry gently pried it open and gazed at the microchip nestled inside before looking at each woman in turn. “I think with these, we’ll have an airtight case,” he said, and smiled. “Excuse me,” a young woman in scrubs said from the doorway. “We’re settling him into a room now. Follow me, please.”

The person’s voice was trembling with excitement. Everyone suddenly realized that Oliver had been changing the light blade’s attack angle ever so subtly so that Fane would be pushed toward the edge of the battle platform. The battle platform was circular in shape, surrounded by array flags. After the array flag was activated, an energy shield was raised. This protective array method was known as the guardian array. The guardian array was transparent, like a big bowl buckled upside down on the battle platform, protecting the entire platform. Nobody could get in or out once the guardian array was up.

Sydney hugged me, saying, "Come home if you feel sad." I nodded, and as I left, a commotion caught my attention. A girl was pushed into a puddle by boys, her white dress stained with dirt. Sydney scolded the boys, and I helped the girl up. She clutched a stuffed bear tightly, its face splashed with mud. "Is this important to you?" I asked. She nodded, trying in vain to clean the mud off. Sydney sighed, "This child waits for her family at the gate every day, but no one comes."

So was I. I looked over her shoulder to the others. Kane stood tall and alert, arms folded tightly across his chest. Zane had already drawn faint protective symbols at the corners of the room, eyes narrowed with focus. Dane was fidgeting, but his stance was solid, jaw clenched. They were ready too. “Kane. Zane. Dane,” I said, voice quiet but firm, “guard me. Keep them back. Don’t let anything cross the circle.” All three nodded. Kane stepped closer to me first, resting a steadying hand on my shoulder. His fingers were warm and strong.

But as a security guard, I couldn’t refuse a resident reporting a possible break-in. I asked a coworker to cover my post and followed him to the 23rd floor. When he opened the door, I saw a woman standing in the living room. It was the same woman from the car. Mr. Reed put his arm around her and introduced: “This is my wife, Clara.” Then to Clara: “This is the security guard, Ethan.” Clara nodded politely, expression calm. She looked at me with total unfamiliarity—as if she truly didn’t recognize me. My suspicion grew even stronger.

He thought out loud as he saw Santiago, Wong, Alessia and Dawn, lined in a semi circle digging their spoons into a cup filled with ice cream and spilling some of it on the floor at one corner of the lobby. It was against the rules to eat in the lobby but it seems like the rules were exceptional to the likes of Santiago, Wong, Jamie, Lily, Alessia and Ruby. They were more than just students. They were highly trained to protect the institution in case of external attacks. Jamie had told him they were called The Guardians. He wondered why the cafeteria and the lounge vending machine was situated at the other side of the building when it could be placed in the dining hall so student would not ha