My Protector Novels & Stories

Ace said, running his thumb over one of my wrists. I shrugged. "I need to talk to them about this. I-I'm not sure what it means." I admitted. "Well I do. It means you have two official protectors. Basically, if anything happens to you, physically speaking, like pain-wise, it happens to them too." Stark summed it up. I stared at him. "How could you possibly know that?" I asked him. "Well, I was rogue for a while was I not?" He winked at me and I laughed uneasily. This is what I needed. Laughters and smiles, not pity and tears.

“Dragon, remember? I’m not a human that turns into a dragon. I’m a dragon that turns into a human. I’m always the dragon, so my senses are always heightened. When you were unconscious, I smelled you to see what had happened to you. I smelled the poison in your system, got the scent of the ones that did that to you so I can kill them and found the scent of your family member. I didn’t know it was your brother, but I could tell from the scent of the meadow that the person was related.” There was a lot to unpack in that diatribe, but what stood out to me most is what came out of my mouth. “You’re going to kill the ones that imprisoned me? Why?” He steps away from me, running his hand through hi

“We’ve been informed that you’re completing a mission. As a protector and the heir of The Protector, you’ve decided to give protection to a witch without making any notification to The Council.” Clayton started to thrive his heartbeat rates were controllable. He felt his blood rushing inside his blood veins. He regulated his breaths as he hid any changing emotional state to burst on his expression. He was silent. His eyes noticed Mr. Berg Wölf’s lips and absorbed his every word to stream into his rationality. He saw Mr. Berg Wölf’s lips stop or pause to say something.

I noticed he was staring at me, he nodded, responding to my question. "Well I don't like people going through my things when I'm not there" I told him and he nodded, apologising. "I think I owe you a thanks for saving me, again" I said to him. "You don't, it's my responsibility. You were meant to be saved. I'm your mate and I'm meant to be your protector " he said with an emotion I couldn't name flashing in his eyes.

My heart, for a moment, declined to leave her but I couldn’t stay back and let my people suffer like a pathetic one too. “Eliana, please try to understand, I must go, as the Alpha and as the Luna, the protection of my home is yours.” I murmured, taking her wrist and kissing them. “I don’t think I could,” “I trust you, the protector of my home,” She paused at my comment, mouth gaping in disbelief when I considered her as a protector, though as my Luna, she was. Regaining her senses gradually, she lowered her gaze and left me slowly, apprehending the state.

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

If bold Gareth hungered for battle, our enemy would soon wish they had never stirred such fell purpose! "Jake! Come here." I called him from the knot of patrol lieutenants to stand at rigid attention, ink black hair sweeping his shoulders in twin plaits. I rested both hands firmly on Jake's sturdy form. Here stood my right hand, tireless defender guarding these cherished borders day and night the past decade. None boasted a deeper wellspring of devotion towards our wild refuge.

The unscathed Right Protector shouted in alarm, rushing to Chaos Snake Master's side with a look of deep concern. Chaos Snake Master, despite his dire predicament, felt a pang of gratitude. Amid such peril, he was moved by the loyalty of his subordinate. "I didn't—" "You!" Before he could finish his sentence, Chaos Snake Master froze, staring down in shock at a gleaming dagger embedded in his lower abdomen. The dagger was held by the Right Protector! "Die!" Right Protector's expression was cold and ruthless as he wrenched the dagger free, preparing to strike again. His resolve was unwavering, and there was no room for mercy.

Perhaps it was because his attention was caught off guard by the Dragon's Wrath Saber that he ended up like this. But if he really did end up fighting this protector king. If he were to use all of his trump cards, he should be able to at least be able to fight against his opponent. Sect Protector Six! However, Starsoul directly threatened to give the Sect-Protecting Magic King three seconds to kill himself. Good heavens! Was there such a big gap? Even Yang Xiao couldn't help taking a few more glances at the Starsoul.