My Protector Novels & Stories

We walked inside with me following behind wondering who this person could be. All the guys are here, when I say all of them, I mean everyone in the organisation including the ones on the streets, I can’t help but wonder what my brother has in store but I will wait. “Protectors!” I greet them and they greet back. They look scared for some reason and I can’t help but wonder what mess they got themselves into with the Terminator.

Definitely not attackers. I swipe it open. There’s only one sentence. " Your protector isn’t who you think." That’s it. No greeting. No signature. No threat. Just that one suffocating sentence. My breath turns shallow. My fingers go cold. Your protector. It has to mean Cole.

choose right. The building shudders as it fills with the sounds of the heavy footsteps of the protectors. They don’t need orders. Don’t need directions. But I still send one out fast through the mindlink. “The hunters with me are allies. Don’t touch them.” A pulse of acknowledgment fires back. One protector leaps over and crashes into a hunter trying to sneak up on Edwin. Another brushes past me, gives a slight nod, then dives straight into a wall of Pete’s men like it’s nothing.

Levi mutters with a clenched jaw. "Let's go" he added before leading the men outside. "How? She is so fast and sleek. She even got my gun" frustrated, the two men on the floor mumbled while sharing baffled looks. How could they protect someone with protector blood? Protect a protector? That would be impossible. ****😔****

“Why?” Varz asked. “Why are you so mad when you saw him dead before you?!” Varz exclaimed. Alfi remains silent.”What do you know about him? You are no one but a mere self-claimed world protector. You are not his brother! You are not his friend! You are not his family! You are no one! Don’t act as if you are his protector!” Varz exclaimed.”Isn’t it natural if I get mad...” Alfi Said. “when the one I have to protect dead before me? I am the world protector, which means I also have to protect the people though they loathe me.” He added.”Cut the crap!” Varz exclaimed summoning his wind sword and swing it to slash Alfi horizontally.

It was completely empty, leaving him alone to wait. "Congratulations, young man," a voice suddenly sounded. Felix had not sensed the person's approach at all, and he immediately realized who it was. He greeted respectfully, "Protector, sir." The newcomer, who had gray hair and wore a formal suit, radiated vitality despite his apparent age and spoke with a strong, clear voice that betrayed no weakness. "This is the Lone Paragon," the Protector said, holding out an object. "Simply place it on your forehead to begin your training."

he said, closing his eyes like he was about to take a nap. “What the hell is a protectors aid?” I asked, still having no idea what the hell was going on. “It would seem as if you were chosen to help protect something or someone that the dragon god thinks is very important. You should be honored that he would choose someone so weak.” he said, still with his eyes closed. “Boy I tell you, you’re full of insults today. If I were you, I would sleep with one eye open.” I said, thinking of a blade again and watched it slide down my arm and form another dagger. The dragon opened one eye and gave a small smile.

I’m still upset, still so angry. “Wren.” I don’t respond. My jaw ticks, hands trembling. “I’ve assigned a new protector to you,” he says. “It’s Donovan.”

I sighed heavily as I tried to calm myself and my beast down. The last thing I want is to scare her away. " I just found out, that I am .." she paused a low growl was escaped us. She isn't pregnant, I would have smelt it. She wasn't a virgin, but that had never been a deal breaker for me or come up in discussions between Lava and I. "I just found out that I am a protector.” "A protector?" I asked almost dumbfounded, as our breathe whooshed out of us.

Alma had never experienced this, though the young girl stared at Alma with excitement and curiously, Alma could also see that the same eyes had two meaning. Her eyes were clearly screaming, “read my future, I dare you.” Alma smiled at the young girl, she would rather not show that she feared the seven-year-old. “Alma, did you ever see the protectors?” The young girl asked as smiled brightly at her. “Yes, and I'll tell you the story” Alma said as she smiled at the girl. “The protectors are the chosen ones of the Sovereigns. They are the strongest, fastest and most powerful of each race,” Alma wheezed out, trying to suppress a cough.