Star Wars Sovereign Protector Novels & Stories

I released her just as another Frostbite violently burst through the office door. We stared at the short figure entering; Renan, a friend and confidant who had always been by my side during our hunts, carrying a bow and arrows, even though he could never transform into a wolf. “I already told you to knock before—” “Viktor!” Renan interrupted me. He was panting. "The girl," he said through loud breathing, struggling to speak between gulps of air. That made me stand up immediately, alert. He glanced at Pandora before looking directly at me, nervously. "What about her?" "She disappeared!"

My heart, for a moment, declined to leave her but I couldn’t stay back and let my people suffer like a pathetic one too. “Eliana, please try to understand, I must go, as the Alpha and as the Luna, the protection of my home is yours.” I murmured, taking her wrist and kissing them. “I don’t think I could,” “I trust you, the protector of my home,” She paused at my comment, mouth gaping in disbelief when I considered her as a protector, though as my Luna, she was. Regaining her senses gradually, she lowered her gaze and left me slowly, apprehending the state.

He stood when I approached — not fast, not deferential, just unhurried, like he was choosing to. "Marcus," he said, offering a hand instead of waiting to be asked. "I ran maintenance and systems logistics for the Syndicate's hydro plant. Before that, city infrastructure, for what that's worth anymore." His eyes flicked past me, taking in the courtyard, the turret Eli had rigged, the timber palisade, cataloguing all of it with the same efficient attention I imagine he'd once given a power grid. "You're the one they call Sovereign." "I am."

“You know, I don't think it's right for a rogue to be lurking around you.” “He is not even worthy of being in the same room as you," I added, now familiar with his scent. It's that stench that makes your stomach churn and insides crawl. Aside from that, there's so much darkness, hate, and pilled up anger I could sense from him. She took a quick glance at him, then back at me. “Remy's my bodyguard, and he is only doing his job," she snapped, trying to be calm. I arched an eyebrow, my voice dripping with venom. “Protect you? From what exactly?”

Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to.” He says. “I may have some additional insights that your parents or Leader Bruno don’t, and given how close this guy,” he says, motioning to the deceased human still lying on the ground, “was found to my pack lands, I’d like to be a part of thinking through next steps. Have you contacted COWS yet?”

He smiled, and it was genuinely frightening. "You're going to give them that opportunity. You're going to tell them that Siegfried's grandson—Killian Zerok—is protecting a vessel that could end all supernatural life. You're going to explain that if the prophecy comes true, their isolation won't protect them. Nothing will." Isaiah's eyes glinted. "And then you're going to offer them a chance at revenge. A chance to ensure that the Zerok bloodline finally pays for what Siegfried and Theron did."

Everyone looked exhausted. "We can't stay here," Zane said without preamble. "Genesis Labs will send reinforcements when their facility doesn't report in. The mercenaries who captured you might come looking. We need a real sanctuary." "You're offering your territory?" someone asked. "Yes," Zane said simply. "My land is protected. You would be safe there." Murmurs rippled through the group. Many of the freed wolves looked hesitant and I could see the conflict in their eyes. They weren't rogues. Joining a rogue king felt like abandoning their identities, like admitting their original packs would never take them back.

Tucked behind the certificate was a letter on Sterling stationery—heavy, cream vellum embossed with a black rose. “Arthur,” it read. “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.”

But he also knew that I was the White Wolf, and my heart was no longer made of stone. "We will review your data, Director," Killian finally growled, his gaze returning to Sarah. "But understand this: my Luna is not a resource. She is the Sovereign. If you even think of using a shunt or a diagnostic probe on her, I will personally sink your Isles.". "We have no intention of probing a Goddess, King Killian," Sarah said, bowing her head in a gesture that felt shockingly sincere. As the delegates were led to the guest quarters by Soren and the Shadow Pack, I leaned back against the obsidian throne. The peace of the Silver Moon was over, and the era of international diplomacy had begun with a sce

Friska must know about the group of rogues surrounding us now. "Take them." "We are not omegas nor members of the River Circle Pack," Corvina screamed, but the rogues didn't believe her. They roughly pulled our hands and led us to their place. "I am the Alpha rogue of this group." A man wearing a suit stands in front of Corvina and me, sitting on the ground. His yellow eyes studied us; then he nodded his head. I have a bad feeling. "They are omega. So they are useful for us," said an elderly woman, her hair almost white.