My Protector Novels & Stories

“I don’t doubt it. There is also the way you took the time to get to know the real me. It’s hard to describe, but it’s like you see through me, like I’m made of glass, and I spent a lot of time building those walls to keep people out.” “You’ve been hurt by someone that was meant to protect you,” Scott whispered. “You’ve lost your loved ones. You’ve survived your apartment being destroyed. Hell, you even found a way to make things work when you were cut off from your finances. Through it all, you were loyal to your parents and your values. Hell women, you’re a force to be reckoned with. I’m in awe of you.” They held each other for a moment in contentment. As his words played gently in her min

SAMANTHA THOMPSON It’s hard to admit that the feeling of being protected, scares me as much as it comforts me. I left home really young, I always had to get by on my own from a very early age, so all this interaction with a man that opens his arms to me and protects me from danger is a new experience in my life. Since the investigators Taylor and Lopez are after me, following my steps, Adam accompanies me everyday to Mathews. Sitting in a corner table at the bar, investigator Lopez laughs at the irony of me arriving with Adam another day.

"It feels… uncomfortable, having you here. I mean, we're not…." "I get it," he said quickly, not wanting to pressure her. "But think of it this way, I'm just a really overprotective friend. Besides, I promise not to invade your space. I'll be the quiet ghost in the corner." Lana raised an eyebrow, but there was a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. "A ghost, huh?" "Exactly. Just a friendly ghost who's here to make sure you're safe. Plus," he added with a smirk, "I make a mean cup of coffee in the morning. You wouldn't want to miss that."

her eyes showing how nervous she felt, my dad, placed a hand on hers, encouraging her to tell me everything. “What the hell is a protector? I’ve never heard of one in my whole life” Dimitri spoke with confusion clear in his tone, this is shocking I mean he is a supernatural than how did he never hear about protectors? “You’ve never heard about us because we aren’t someone who is supposed to be showcased like other supernaturals,” my mom told him in a sharp tone, looking straight in the eyes, what does she mean by that? How can we be this secretive that others don’t even know about us?

"Hazel, look. You have to see this." Logan called my attention and I moved to sit next to him. He pointed to the page and I read it. It said something about a protector. "Every one chosen to protect the Blood Eye Amulet is given a protector that is selected under the rays of the first Omen Moon," I read out loud. Everyone stopped and looked at me. I knew what they were asking me with their eyes. "I don't have a protector. I don't even know when the next Omen moon is."

Kade said, pulling me onto his lap. I relaxed back into him because he knew what I was feeling even without me verbalizing it. I felt overwhelmed and completely out of my league with all of this. Thankfully, we knew someone who seemed to be perfect for that role. “He’ll definitely fucking succeed. Protectors are some of the most brutal fighters there are. They train from the time that they’re in diapers on how to hold and conduct themselves. They also have advanced knowledge on how to kill anything they fucking need to. The fact that he’s been keeping the bastards off your trail for the past two hundred years … fucking hell. I can’t wait to meet him,” Dante said with a big ass smirk.

“Powerful witches and warlocks have protectors, they usually find them by the age of thirteen. It’s an instinct, a bond only the witch or warlock can feel. When the protector is revealed, his or her eyes turn silver and they feel a powerful bond. A bond so strong and loyal, even overriding that of the mate bond, it ensures that the protector will always choose her, if the need arises. That's amazing”, Selene said out loud. Everyone nodded in agreement, Hannah smiled proudly at her mate. Jared nuzzled a giggling Ava, he now felt a strong bond with, he loved her like a father loves his pup, an invisible force that tethered them and made him want to kill anyone who even looked her her wrong. He

Mason POV "I'm not telling you all this to scare you but I'm just telling you the truth. The protector work wasn't forced on anybody here, in fact, it's our opportunity. If you have read the Protector history book inside the protectors library then you will understand how benevolent the Lorrids are. No protector here came from a rich family, to put it in a straight way, all the first protectors are poor, so poor that they can only eat from the street and go hungry any day they are unlucky. The Lorrid head at that time picked all of us up from the slum, some the first day, some later..." he sighed again and looked at me with pity. "Every protector is mandated to read the major books in the li

The warmth of his palms sent my heart racing, a rapid, fluttering beat I couldn’t control. “I’m not hanging out with you and protecting you just because I feel sorry for you,” he said softly. “Actually, there’s nothing about you to feel sorry for. You’re strong and brave. I’m doing this because I want to. It’s not an obligation, it’s me wanting to protect you because you’re a precious soul.” He caressed the back of my hand with his thumb, the touch light and soothing. “Yeah, right,” I mumbled, eyes fixed on our joined hands. “I’m not strong, Macmillan. I’m weak… I can’t even stand up to my bullies.”

Maps lay scattered before him, marked with places that would soon bleed. He felt it then. A presence. Not Selene. Not Lucien. Something older. His fingers curled into fists. “I know you’re there,” he said to the empty room. The air shifted, pressure building. A voice brushed the edges of his mind, smooth and certain. Protector, it said. How long will you keep sacrificing yourself for those who would never do the same? Rowan bared his teeth. “As long as it takes.” The presence lingered, amused.