Novel & Cerita My Protector

Don't worry. It'll all work out. C'mon, let's go back to the house and get your friends. Were gonna head out to the diner and get soemthing to eat, sound good?" Stark asked. I nodded, smiling. "Oh, nice tats." 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 protecters. Basically, anything happens to you, physically speaking, like pain wise, it happens to them." Stark sumed it up. I

“I need to save my mate.” “To take in Eidolon, you must give,” the figure echoed, “To wake the Sayer, you must surrender the Protector. Give yourself to the realm, little wolf, so she may guide you.” “Protector?” I snapped, the word tasting like steel in my mouth. “What is that? Besides, it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t even want me.”

He was smiling at me, so it must have been something good. “I actually hadn’t heard the term before, so I contacted my mentor. Dent said that Protectors are the equivalent of a Guardian. Seekers and Keepers often elect their own Protector because few if any are even gifted a Guardian. You were gifted three Guardians, even though Dent believes that you were gifted his parents simply because he was too young. Anyways, Dent has found out why you are this Key that has been searched for, if you are interested in knowing.” I stared at him, waiting for him to continue, but I realized he was waiting for my confirmation. I smiled and nodded for him to continue.

We stand there for what feels like an eternity, holding each other, savoring the warmth of each other’s embrace. In that moment, I know I made the right decision, telling her everything. And I make a resolute promise to myself, that nothing will ever happen to her. If worst comes to worst, and maybe don orders to have her killed, I won’t do it. I won't be able to bring myself to harm her, not after what we've shared, not after what I've felt. I'll protect her with every fiber of my being, even if it means going against Don's orders, even if it means risking my own life. I'll make sure she's safe, no matter what it takes. I'll be her shield, her protector, her savior. And I know, in that mome

She did not move. She stepped into my space instead, her chest nearly brushing mine. “Then let it jump,” she whispered, her eyes defiant. “I am not some fragile human you have to protect from yourself. I am a wolf of the Crescent line. If you want me out of your head, stop trying to push me into the shadows and start looking at me.” I was vibrating with the effort not to touch her. The proximity was suffocating. I could feel the heat coming off her, and I could see the way her pulse was jumping in the hollow of her throat. I wanted to ruin her. I wanted to protect her.

He wrapped me in his strong arms, like he was trying to protect me from everything, and tucked his chin on top of my head, whispering almost to himself: "I knew I had to come back fast... I could feel it..." He smiled, still in disbelief, and murmured with raw emotion that made my breath catch: "Fuck. I'm the luckiest man in the world." The wind blew around us, like the universe itself was telling us we were finally exactly where we were supposed to be. In Rocco's arms, I felt that after so long, I was finally in the right place. In the embrace of my safe harbor. My Rocco. My protector. My piece of heaven on earth. My great love.

Seralyth quickly turned back to Steve, who seemed serious about what he’d said. “I thought protectors were meant to be single till they die,” she added, a sneer softened by a momentary smile. “Nobody said a protector must die single. They can marry—if the person they’re protecting gives them the right,” Adrian muttered, low and icy. By law, when a protector is chosen, it’s usually for a king’s lineage. They’re bound by the king’s words to serve until death. Since Adrian is considered the king—even without the ritual and crowning—he still has the authority to speak, and granting Steve the right was simple.

Ambrose asks, concern in his voice, pulling over the car. I turn to him. He looks confused. “How do I know you aren’t behind all of this? That you’re protecting me is a cover?” I stammer, struggling to get air into my lungs. His confused face turns to irritation. “Are you fucking serious right now? How could you ask such a thing? I have done nothing but protect you and take care of you.” The disappointment is evident in his voice. “We are in the perfect place for you to hold me until you get what you need from my father.” I whimper.

“Fine. I won't tell him. But you have to promise me something.” My heart leaped with hope. “Anything,” I said, my voice a breathless promise. “You're not going to do anything like this again,” he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “No sneaking out. No going to places like this without me. I'm not a babysitter, Naomi. I'm a protector. And you're making my job impossible.” I nodded, the word ‘protector’ echoing in my mind. It was a strange word, a word I hadn't heard much. My father had always called his bodyguards my ‘security’. Jace had called himself a ‘protector’.