City Protector Novels & Stories

“You two still have some uses, I think. “I don’t have a lot of people that I can use here anyway. “If you kneel, I’ll give you a chance to work for me.” Kaysen froze, then chuckled in rage. “Who are you, kid? “You want us to kneel?! “Let me tell you something! The Great Protector is about to be here! “He has all the Law Enforcement Hall’s experts following him! All of them are invincible fighters who have experienced countless battles! “If you kneel right now, you might get a chance to survive! “But if not, you’ll have to die a horrible death!” A green-haired woman pushed the door and walked in, accompanied by fierce-looking men in suits. Their heads were raised up high, and they wore a badg

"I don't know. Find something else to do. You should still have some money left from your father's properties you've sold." I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. I knew she was right. She had had enough of Kali and it was time to do something that would make her happy for once. As I watched her walk away, I knew I had to find a new way to survive. I was on my own now, and I had to be brave if I wanted to make it through this. I have to do my job as the Alpha's Protector if I want to live. I took a cab to his house and I walked up to the driveway, my heart racing with anticipation. I had to see Alpha Dante, no matter how angry he might be. I reached the front door and took a deep breath

Alma had never experienced this, though the young girl stared at Alma with excitement and curiously, Alma could also see that the same eyes had two meaning. Her eyes were clearly screaming, “read my future, I dare you.” Alma smiled at the young girl, she would rather not show that she feared the seven-year-old. “Alma, did you ever see the protectors?” The young girl asked as smiled brightly at her. “Yes, and I'll tell you the story” Alma said as she smiled at the girl. “The protectors are the chosen ones of the Sovereigns. They are the strongest, fastest and most powerful of each race,” Alma wheezed out, trying to suppress a cough.

To protect us. Snapping his fingers twice, he moved back as my lawyer arrived and began to consult the legal workers to stop the confiscation. “Ah, trying so desperately to save your house, hmm? Let’s see how many things and people you can shelter,” “Try me,” Denzel accepted his challenge. Causing him to return a fatal glance, smirking dangerously that dried my throat in anticipation of his dreadful actions. “By the next full moon, Alpha Denzel, I shall destroy you,”

His lips were almost white, and the bond between us felt so tenuous that every breath I took was a plea. I touched her forehead. “I’ll be back,” I told her. “And so will you.” She didn’t answer. My soul cracked; I stood up and looked at the gods. “Protect my family,” I snapped violently. The Luna Goddess nodded. “We can’t fight the battle for you,” she whispered. “But you can protect them,” I snapped without fear. The goddess didn’t hesitate; she held out her hands, and a silver dome enveloped Eloise, Emmett, Grace, Temra, Isa, and our son. The creature roared with fury at the sight of the protection. That told me it was important.

Krystal says and I glance over to see Fiadh still has her face buried in Krystal's arm. "She looks so happy. He refused to lose just for her. He doesn't know her, but that doesn't matter. He wants her. He will protect her from the biggest monster or the tiniest bug. He is her champion. He is hers, and he just sacrificed his body to prove it. I don't know what happened to you before, but...You would never have to be afraid again if you had a man like that. And you will...you will have a male who goes out there, gets hurt....all for the sake of having a chance with you. He will never harm you, Fiadh. They are protectors," Krystal explains and I glance back at the happy couple to see the champi

The beast who almost managed to entice me into a lap dance that would have been appropriate for a Turkish Nights fantasy. The one with eyes that are as dark as the night sky and as blue as midnight. The black, bleeding ink of his tattoos is almost as stunning as the tattoos themselves. These vivid fever eyes of his are closed, and I wish that they remain closed for the foreseeable future. It is not necessary for them to question me in order for me to comprehend the full and terrifying significance of what has occurred here. His tattoos are quite effective. I immediately identify the American flag that is tattooed on his arm, as well as the fierce eagle that is tattooed on his breast.

I guess as he smiles largely. “Yep! And this is Kane,” He says motioning to the quiet man to his right. I take a moment to look him over. He is shorter than the other two, but his presence is calming and I immediately know he is a gamma. Gamma’s are the pack protectors. Not in the sense that they are the warriors, but they deal with the inner circle of things, like ensuring the pack gets to safety when the alpha and warriors fight, making sure people are fed, have shelter, and are clothed.

But they don't know the daily struggle. "But in your case, it's clans' lords bowing down to you. Because you're not any lord's protégé. No! You are duke Leonardo Anetti's protégé. The heart ripper, that's what they call duke Anettii, right? And what about your guardian, Lord Bircof? He has quite the reputation, too" I nodded stiffly, not trusting my voice. "These are the men Rey is standing up against for you. So, if you're giving him false hope out of curiosity about the mate bond and its limits, please stop. This will end badly for him." "They'll never hurt him." I know they won't.

They are expecting the Protectorates, something that surprised the leader of the Patrol Team. The two of them moved out of cover. Keron extended his left hand while Razion, followed by Vieron and Aran, came out next. The five Dusk Riders opened fire at the Protectorates. Keron constructed a psychic wall that shielded the Patrol Team from harm. When the bullets came, it collided with the wall and rippled across the surface. "Now, brother!" Keron ordered as he replaced his hand back under the barrel of the Blast Rifle and opened fire. Four of the Dusk Riders fell prey at the hail of plasma spheres that were sent by the Protectorates. When the barrage ended, the corpses fell, steaming and sizzl