Un Blindado Bien Escoltado Novels & Stories

"Firearms?" Blade smiled coldly when he saw this, and looked at Yvonne with a sneer. "There's something you probably didn't know, girl. All of my followers here are martial arts elites, and they're wearing the silk armor that Grand City produced. This armor makes them untouchable by blades or the elements. If you don't do anything rash, it's fine. But if you do, your men will die. Here's my advice. Don't get all of them killed just because of one person."

LETHAL FORCE AUTHORIZED. Eli wiped frost from his visor with one gloved hand, the other gripping a weapon that looked like it belonged in a science fiction movie rather than a military arsenal. His enhanced senses were on full alert, picking up sounds and scents that the others couldn't detect. "Whatever they're building, they don't want the world to see it. The electromagnetic shielding alone would cost more than most countries' defense budgets."

The suv pulled into a driveway that had a large wooden gate. She watched as the driver rolled his window down and a security guard walked up to the window. The driver handed him the proper documentation. The security handed it back, went back into the small white booth it was sitting in. There was a loud beep and the large wooden doors slowly moved open. The drove inside and Elayna’s breath was taken away at the lush green beauty hidden inside.

Beu exclaims, his voice filled with a mix of awe and trepidation, as he and his soldiers cautiously retreat from the protective shields. “Take a moment to step back and carefully observe your surroundings, ensuring that there are no hidden threats lurking nearby. It is crucial to thoroughly scan the area and confirm that there are no other potential dangers present. Trust your instincts, as I strongly believe that the animals' behavior indicates that they were not merely fleeing from those particular beings.” I tell them strictly.

AVA ​The sirens of the Dubai tactical police units were entirely silent, their flashing blue and red lights painting the cracked concrete of the abandoned construction site in erratic, bleeding hues. I stood beside the lead captain, my leather coat buttoned tight over the twin baby carriers against my chest. Blake and Brooke were completely safe, insulated inside the armored chassis of the Maybach behind our perimeter line, guarded by three of my elite personal operators.

“Spit it out.” Her gaze slid to Evelynn. I move and stand right after her. My hands automaticly wrapped around her. “No shadow can cross this threshold while I’m the one guarding it.” Elara wiped blood from her nose. “But… it’s hunting her now. Actively.” Evelynn stiffened in my arms, nails digging into my jacket. My wolf roared. “That thing isn’t touching her,” he snarled. “Not while we breathe.” “Good,” Elara said simply. “Then you better move. Quickly. The packhouse is the only fortified place right now.”

“We don’t force anything today.” Wilfred approached, his steps steady, presence grounding. Years of service etched into him, quiet strength beneath restraint. “I will guide us through,” he said gently. “Every corridor. Every seal. Every old habit of the estate you should remember, things that once protected... and things that protected from something.” Alina thought of the estate ahead. “Let’s go.” The convoy moved. Roads blurred beneath rotating watch patterns. Two vehicles swept ahead to check blind turns. One held position behind. Communications stayed steady, clipped, efficient.

His face lights up as he places the pin on the inside pocket of his blazer. “You help protect me from the shadows. When we have a meeting with the Elite and I, you and Ellisia will be there.” This seems to boost their spirit as Ellisia is also handed a pin, her smile so wide it emphasizes her smile lines. “Violet Guards.” Adam whispers, catching my attention. “What was that?” Curious to know his thinking, watch his face turn red for a moment.

He was not to be dismissed. "We will thread protection," Soraya intoned. "A living lattice. It will grow in strength with the child. It will mask and shield, and it will throb a pulse that confuses malicious sensing. A hunter will feel a forest when they feel this child, and hunger will not know where to begin."

“They’ll split us. Don’t let them.” “Sure. I’ll ask nicely.” His mouth twitched. “You can bite.” “Ha.” Silver heat licked my spine like it had been waiting. The burned circle felt smaller than it had all morning, like the ground remembered me. Like it was listening to see if I’d break again. The biggest wolf, scar across one eye, stalked forward, muzzle tilted. A low thread of sound rose out of him and crawled up my arms. Kael stepped out, not in front of me but beside me. Shoulder to shoulder. “Stay left,” he said. “Guard your flank.”