From Bullies To My Protectors Novels & Stories

"It was also sometimes violent. I beat up Tommy Rodriguez pretty badly. I threatened other people. I was willing to do whatever it took to protect you, even if it meant doing things that weren't very nice." I remembered Tommy Rodriguez from high school. He had been a creep who bothered girls who didn't want to go out with him. I was aware of some of this things. "You were protecting me from people who were trying to hurt me. That's not the same thing as being a bully yourself." The conversation continued, and I could hear them talking about Marcus, about the rescue mission, about their fears and hopes. But I could also hear something else building between them, something that had probably be

I took baby steps forward, terrified to enter that dark forest, knowing deep down that the death god himself was probably waiting for me in there, licking his chops. The bullies had huge smirks plastered on their faces, and their leader kept staring at my totem like a starving beast watching its prey. I could feel their hungry gazes and quickly hid the totem under my sleeve. Thankfully, my uniform had long sleeves. This totem was my baby now—I had to protect it at all costs from those predators.

By the time I was done speaking I felt exhausted. He sat upright, taking my two hands in his and forcing me to look at him “What happened?” he asked softly. “Nothing serious, just high school boys being silly” I answered. He held my chin making me look at him “They bullied you” he said, cutting through my words. His thumb caressed the back of my palm, “You did not deserve that”. I didn’t believe him. “You don’t have to deal with that anymore, I’m here to protect you now” he said, his expression so sincere that I almost cried. That someone would want to look after me and protect me touched my heart in more ways than one.

“If anyone’s going to bully her—if anyone thinks they have the right—then they need to know I’m the only one allowed.” The room seems to crack a bit, then reassemble itself around that line. Laughter bubbles at the back, stunned and uncertain. A girl near the window folds her arms, eyes gleaming at the spectacle. Alex’s mouth opens, and closes. For a breath, I feel triumphant, the sweetness of Zarek’s protection is almost narcotic. His arrogance wraps around me like armor, the kind I wear to deflect more than hurt: to declare loudly that I am defended and therefore dangerous to attack.

Look at us. Maria’s “perfect” behavior made her a target for bullies. And me? I couldn’t stand seeing her pushed around. I’d step in, every time. My so-called friends would sneer, calling me a pushover. They’d tell me Maria had it all, prettier, smarter, more liked, so why was I always risking myself to protect her when she had more allies than I ever would? But Maria was my best friend. She loved me. I believed that, wholeheartedly.

"We are going to fight these lunatics in a few hours, and you want me to relax. You're off your rocker." "I'm joking. Calm your tits, girl," he said, turning her around to face him. "I'm here. I'm not leaving your side once the fight starts. We're giving any wolf or shewolf with pups a chance to sit back, and any of the ones that want to fight are protected first. You're always protected. Jack wants you, and he'll do anything to get to you. I won't let him." Demetria smiled and rested her head against Kerry as he palmed her face. The tears threatening her eyes burned, but she fought them back. "I trust you."

"I'm sorry." "For what?" He smirked and turned his head towards me and smirked. "For them. No one would bully you again. I can assure you." I said softly, nodding softly at him. "Okay. That is the same thing he said." Orlan pointed towards a boy that was giggling alongside two other girls. "He came to me and told me he would protect me from the hands of the bully and later I fell into his hands as a bully." "Oh, I guess you've seen a lot here." I shook my head in pity. " But don't you worry, I promise." I assured him. His face bowed, his wet eyes buried into a smirking face.

Meanwhile, one of the bullies coldly suggested, "Boss, enough talking. Just beat him up and get it over with." "Exactly," another chimed in. "People like him are like candles—they won’t light up unless you burn them. After a beating, he’ll know his place." Facing the hostile crowd, Rahu curled up, trembling in fear. Just as the bullies were about to strike, a voice suddenly rang out, "What are you doing? Stop right there!" The words drew everyone's attention, and they turned to see Adrian standing behind them. "Oh, who’s this? Playing the hero?" The bullies scoffed, not taking Adrian seriously.

And now she doesn't care about him. "Well I saw him earlier tonight but he disappeared all of the sudden." I answered. Sasha seems concerned about something but she stays silent about it. The rest of the night went by quickly and I made my highschool bullies my friends. I even told them we could go out of town for a vacation. And they all agreed.

My chest tightened as the memory of that terrible day clawed its way into my mind—Allyson’s rage, the bullies’ screams, and the way the world had shifted beneath my feet. The bullies had been relentless, feeding on Allyson’s quiet nature. She was their perfect prey, always the one to turn the other cheek. I remembered finding her that afternoon behind the school, cornered like a frightened animal. They pushed her, hit her, sneered. Fury had blinded me, and I lunged to protect her. But they were too strong. They threw me against the wall, and pain erupted in my head as I crumpled to the ground.