Protective System Web Novels & Stories

She was Mage. He was Human. There was a Witch Hunt. She was targeted. He refused to lose her. They had allies. They had enemies. In Book 1, follow Coralis Golmar, AKA Blue Thunder, as she discovers some truths about herself while many people seek her out. As she conciliates two full-time jobs, she tries to hide what she is from the human-kind. Meanwhile, the list of people wanting her dead grew. As the true enemies bring forth a witch-hunt to eliminate their threats, she finds herself in the middle of a mythical war. Meanwhile, she worries about her human boyfriend. As tensions among factions rise and culminate, she realizes one thing: if she wants to survive, she needs to be more brutal and deadlier than those wanting her dead. What will she be willing to do to protect her loved ones? Trigger warning and disclaimer: While I do not glorify abuse, the topic is mentioned and implied in some passages. Some chapters are violent, and the violence is gory and brutal.

Seventeen-year-old Maya lives in a city where your future is decided by a test on your eighteenth birthday. Everyone expects her to join the high-ranking Scholars, but Maya has a secret: she has been dreaming of things that haven't happened yet. When she accidentally predicts a major accident, she catches the attention of the underground Resistance. Now, she is on the run from the very people she was supposed to serve. She must decide if she wants to be a perfect citizen or the girl who brings the whole system down.

Six years ago, A doctor told me my newborn daughter didn't survive. I broke into a million pieces. I never truly healed. Desperate for cash, I take a job as a nanny for Alexander Vance-A billionaire whose six year old daughter, Jasmine, is infamous for terrorizing every nanny in the city. She hates me on sight. She locks me out, throws tantrums, and makes it her personal mission to drive me insane. I almost quit. But every time I look into her stubborn, fiery eyes, something pulls me back. Then came the accident. While cleaning a scrape on her knee after one of her stunts, my heart stops. On her inner ankle rests a distinct, crescent shaped birthmark. The exact birthmark my baby had before they declared her dead. My hands start shaking. My breath hitches. "Who gave you that mark?" I whisper, tears blurring my eyes. Jasmine glare at me, pulling her leg away. "Don't touch me! You're not my mom!" Alexander steps into the room, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "Is there a problem with my daughter?" I stare at the billionaire who has no idea his late wife stole my child. My baby didn't die six years ago. She's been living in this penthouse all along. And I will burn the world down before I lose her again.