Protection Book Novels & Stories

***Selene*** I'm Selene and I've been cursed to protect the golden bloodline all my life. It was not an easy task as I had to fight off almost all the werewolves in the world to protect it. Our family has been cursed to be the protector of the golden bloodline and to also protect the person whom it chooses. It has been passed from one generation to another and it's my turn. It is a blessing and also a curse.

Caleb said, and we couldn't agree less. Slowly, Josephine stood up. Both Caleb and I watched as she walked toward the hidden compartment near the wall. Carefully, she opened it. Then she turned toward us. “The book.” Caleb immediately pulled out the Book of Life we had stolen from Liam’s study and handed it to her. Josephine carefully placed the book inside a wooden box before locking it firmly. Then she rested her hands on top of it as she fixed her gaze on Caleb and I. “The future is ours to protect,” she said firmly. And we must protect it with our lives.”

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"Don't cry when you lose, big brother." Alesteria's thoughts were cut off when the huge gust of wind made the book fly out of the crib as it landed on the floor with a heavy thud. Alesteria was, of course, unaffected by the gust of wind since Aimilios and Aldrich casted a protective shield on Alesteria before they unleashed their mana, but the book was not included. The pages were all crinkled and some had a tear on them since the book is old and the paper is fragile.

“Not like the old families. Not like Nadia. Not like him. Something new. Quiet. Decentralized. Doctors, hackers, lawyers, soldiers—people who owe us favors, people who hate the same people we hate. We keep the vial as leverage. We keep the knowledge as power. We keep the atoll as sanctuary.” Kai’s eyes light up. “Like Anya’s clinics… but with teeth.” Zara smiles—slow, dangerous. “A shadow that protects instead of preys.” Elena leans back. “You’re talking about creating a new family.” “I’m talking about protecting the one we have.” Leo cracks his knuckles—old habit. “Then we need a name.” I look at the vial—blue glow faint behind lead-lined glass. “Endkeepers,” I say. Leo laughs—short, surpri

Everyone who played this game was at risk. "We'll leave about four o'clock this afternoon," she muttered. She loved being around Clara, but that instinct she'd always had for protecting those she cared about was sounding alarms all over the inside of her brain. Did Clara even have battle armor? She remembered seeing Lillian in it once. "I'm going to go visit Banshee," she finished, then whirled her wheelchair around and made her way to the assassin's room.

She said the mantra to herself. “Not only have you disregarded the company but your own safety. By continually losing or being extremely rude to the security detail, I’ve always gotten you.” She pouted. “I don’t see the need for security. Never had. Nothing has ever happened to me. I don’t see the need for it.” “You’ve never seen the need because I’ve always made sure you were protected. Natalie, you are the heir to a billion-dollar company. You need protection. Last night, nobody knew where you were.”

For Stacey, there would be hell to pay for her indiscresion. The notebook that Lili had stolen was only about 2 inches by 3 inches and was bound in black leather. Hal had written page after page of code in the book and since no one was a computer geek, they waited for Reinie to arrive back from his trip to Madison to review the data overnight.

“Thank you.” “Is that all, Your Highness?” “Yes, Reid. Good night.” “Good night, Prince Jarren.” I hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. I picked up the book off my desk and propped myself against the headboard. I looked at the cover. “What to Expect When You’re Expecting .”Yes, I was reading a pregnancy book. I wasn’t sure how much of it would relate to Jillie and me since our baby wasn’t human, well, not completely human, but I was finding out many different little facts. It was…fascinating.