King's Bodyguard Novels & Stories

He wasn't just King Victor's right hand but also served as his bodyguard. "Let's fight. Let's do it for Blue Moon Pack!" I heard King Victor yell his last speech and the pack's warriors shouted in agreement. They were given hope when they saw us coming to the entrance. Now that their King was here, the pack's strength and bond would be exalted. When he turned around and glanced at me, I didn't see a 15-year-old boy, I saw a young man ready to die for his kingdom. His armor screamed superiority, his aura spoke dominance, his stance displayed a tower nothing or no one had the skill to tear it down.

The man grinned at Killian and he grinned back. 'He' who did not unnerve the prince, as long as the noises cease, his identity is top-secret. KILLIAN opened his eyes and focused on Venom Forcas who looked exhausted while driving. It's barely two hours when he met the Beta who said he's his appointed bodyguard. To be honest, having a dog who would tail him every second is unnecessary. What could a bunch of lousy assassins do to him? He might look thin for a werewolf but he could wipe those worthless miscreants' existence if he wish to.

The leader’s cold yet intense aura could be felt. ‘A peak King of Arms.’ Harvey never thought that the bodyguard protecting Selena was a peak King of Arms, no less. But after thinking about the situation, this seemed quite normal as well. After all, with Selena’s identity, it would only be appropriate if a King of Arms was here to keep her safe. The aura of this man kept rising as he looked on coldly. It seemed like he was really about to take action if Harvey didn’t apologize and crawl out of the place.

Grigory had no idea why he would ask such question, he did not think Anton would notice Alexander so soon. “The man is Alexander, he’s Ana’s personal bodyguard.” He had wished the answer would satisfy Anton, but he should have known that the man would want to know much more. “Is he Russian too? The two of them appear to be very close.” That statement alone was enough for Grigory to understand what was going on in the mind of the powerful man before him. He took a deep breath and continued.

“Good evening, Miss Cecilia. I am Mike. I’m one of the King’s personal guards. He asked me to keep an eye on you until further notice.” My heart stopped in my chest. “Like a babysitter?” “I wouldn’t say a babysitter,” he said, frowning. “More like a protector of a sort. To keep you safe.” “You mean to keep me inside,” I said, folding my arms across my chest. “Is this the way the King expects me to stay in line?”

We work every day to be the best in everything. We knew that not only we were Maddison’s mates, but that position also came with a title attached: being the alpha king of the north. The best trained me and those were the four alpha kings and the queen’s guard, since she herself made me part of it. As a member of the Queen’s Guard, my life was dedicated to protecting and caring for the Sovereign Queen. Today, it was Queen Emma. But soon, it will be Maddison. Over the past sixteen years, the functions of the Queen’s Guard have mutated to make it effective. Therefore, its members belong to all the institutions of our society.

He facepalmed when he saw his other bodyguards standing tall outside the room. “Do you need anything, Boss?” asked Theo. “No! Just wanted to stretch my back. Emerson doesn’t let me get out of bed. Please, don’t tell him!” said Kingsley. “Our mouths are zipped, Boss,” giggled Harris. “Laugh, and I will kill you right here, right now!” warned Kingsley. “No! no one’s laughing!” Both Theo and Harris stifled their laughter. “Idiot!” snapped Kingsley and walked away from them. But they didn’t let him walk alone. They followed him. “What the hell are you? " Go back!” he snapped again.

"I don't meddle in your affairs, so why are you intruding in mine?" "Atlas, I was just checking because Ross is usually among the guards you bring to work. But today he's not here, and I asked…" Frowning, I drew forward from my seat and coldly uttered, "And again, I ask, 'Why do you care about this particular bodyguard of mine?" "There's no particular reason." Uncle King said, looking away from me. "Okay then, all you need to know is that I laid him off, and he went away for good."

The middle-aged man spoke confidently. Hearing the middle-aged man's command, several bodyguards behind him rushed forward and wanted to tie them up. However, these people were not as capable as the bodyguards chosen by Kevin Kyle to protect Little Karen. The two bodyguards who accompanied Little Karen were carefully selected by Kevin. Their reaction and skills surpassed these ordinary bodyguards. The man's bodyguards had just ran forward and were kicked back by Little Karen's bodyguards before they could make a move. They had already been beaten down before they could even attack.

Ashton refilled his tea and said to King, "It still doesn't make sense. If you put Lennox on the show, he'd become famous. He wouldn't be able to be my bodyguard anymore." "Exactly," I chimed in, picking up my croissant sandwich. "King wants me to be on the show, pretending to be a bodyguard. But what he hasn't realized yet is that I actually love my job as a real bodyguard." Ashton made a conscious effort not to draw attention to himself by looking at me. But he knew the deeper truth: I loved my job because it meant I got to be around him.