City Protector Novels & Stories

"They were brought by my adoptive father from his last travel before he died years ago." "Tivona, I'm sorry that I brought up such a subject..." The younger looked at her and strained a smile. "You're bound to know it anyway. My father is also a firm believer of the guardians, said that they exist for a reason: to protect the last secrets of humanity: secrets that are supposed to remain buried in the sand." "And you?" "For a time, I believed him too, we are a small village, we barely get any action other than disputes against members and from other villages, but other than that, we are practically secretive that we rarely interact with the others save for our neighbour for basic necessities.

I stated, looking him over. He chuckled. “My father fell in love with a human. I suppose I take after my mother, which is the reason I can only take you so far. Being only partially like them, we aren’t too accepted. They allow us to come in, but we can only go to her house and out. It’s much like a prison. Go in and have a certain time to be out.” “So we’d be on a time limit?” Questioned Xander. Christen nodded. “There’s nothing much I can do about that. When it’s time to leave, I have to go.”

On the day the kidnappers killed my son, I did not cry. I paid top dollar for the best lawyer in the city to argue that the kidnapper was innocent. And once he was free, I signed ten percent of my shares over to him. I also gave him the house my son had loved most. My husband, Alex Thomas, slapped me in front of the press. He called me a cold-blooded monster. People on social media boycotted my company and demanded my family kick me out. I endured every insult and every attack in silence. At the review hearing, I looked at my husband. "I thought you, of all people, would understand me."

He questioned sounding pissed and I cringed. Maybe it was the emotion clouding my eyes or my withdrawal, but he dropped on the bed next to me, taking my hand in his. My hand looked so small in his almost covered completely by his much bigger one. "I'll protect you, Nancy, with my life, I promise you that. Whoever it is you can't talk about, I'll protect you from them with my last blood." He looked serious saying that and for some reason, I believed him, I believed he'd really protect a human like myself.

He would tear this innocent baby apart to erase the stain on his pride. "I promised her," I choked out, my inner wolf whining in deep, agonizing sorrow. I reached down and gently scooped the baby into my arms. She was so light, warm against my chest, her tiny fingers twitching against my shirt. "I promised I'd protect you, Maya." The door to the private room clicked open, and I jumped, my heart leaping into my throat. I squeezed Maya tighter, my body instinctively shielding her as my omega instincts flared, screaming at me to run, to hide, to defend.

"They'll be working directly under my command." The three men stepped forward simultaneously. "Miss Adriana," Enzo said, "I'd like you to meet the Trio. Your father personally assigned them to protect you." "'Trio?' That's the best name you could come up with? Sounds ridiculous." She folded her arms. "So Dad really assigned me four bodyguards?" "Three bodyguards," Enzo corrected calmly. "And one Head of Security." Adriana rolled her eyes. "Whatever." Enzo opened the passenger door of the Bugatti and looked at her. "Are you ready to see your father?"

I spent my time training the new Protector Corps, wolves who had volunteered to defend the assembly from existential threats. Teaching them combat was easy. Teaching them restraint was harder. “A Protector’s job is not to win every fight,” I told my current class of twenty recruits. “It is to end threats while causing minimum harm. We are not warriors conquering enemies. We are guardians protecting something precious.” “What if the threat cannot be ended without killing?” a young female wolf named Serra asked. “Then you kill. But only as a last resort. Only when every other option has been exhausted. The moment you start choosing violence first, you become the threat we are supposed to prote

my wolf said to me and I nodded to him. For those who don’t know protector is like a bodyguard who protects the luna and is selected by the moon goddess to be the protector. They don’t have mates. They are like the second mate. They have a strong urge to protect their charge which is their Luna even if that means losing their life while protecting her. Their urge to protect their luna and to be near them was as strong as their alpha. We were near the packhouse when I heard our alpha Mike and alpha Cole arguing about something. I shift into my human form and walk towards one of the trees in which we hide our clothes. I take a shirt and a pair of boxers from there and wear them.

I stood up, and Pandora's eyes locked on mine for a single hesitant second before lowering again, as if she couldn’t even look directly at me. "Miss." No one had called me that before, in my short stay with the Frostbites. The difference was striking. "I don’t know what happened in the forest," I said. "But he acted to protect me. If there’s anything I can do—" "I—his life cannot be compared to yours," she said. Somehow, it seemed like she wasn’t saying this of her own will, forcing herself to spit those words through gritted teeth. "What really matters is your safety, and in our territory—"

I ran my hands through my hair, pulling the nearly shoulder length blonde hair back into a small ponytail. Fuck it all The last six months had been fuckin’ hell. I hated everything right now. The only glimmer had been Coral, the red wolf I was guardian for. The red wolves were the protectors and peace keepers of all wolves, and I was Coral’s guardian wolf. Our history told us that having a red wolf present on earth was enough to bring peace and prosperity to all wolves. At most in our history, there had been ten red wolves at one time. Over 200 years ago, a power hungry group of wolves started killing off the red wolves and their guardians, until there were no red wolves left. This led to a