Protection Book Novels & Stories

But I didn’t walk away either. And maybe that was enough. --- That night, I opened the book again. It had a section on basic protection rituals, laced with Latin and intent. The instructions were vague—drawn from intuition more than steps. It spoke of gathering what called to you. So I lit three candles—white, black, and deep crimson. I drew symbols on my mirror with ash and salt. And I whispered. > “Protect me from what hunts in silence. Guard me where eyes do not see.

she said. "But they're big boys and you're…" Rolan said but he got interrupted. "And I am a small girl?" Ivy quickly ended his statement. Rolan got embarrassed. "Look at your mom, is she scared of anyone?" she asked him. Rolan thought for moment then shook his head. "See? Well, piece of advice, if you don't want anyone's help, at least make sure you are trained to protect yourself," Ivy continued. She impressed him. "Here's your order," said the waiter.

“No. But I need to know how to survive it. If your family’s coming here... if the Consortium’s what you say it is, and you’re at the center of it—I need to be more than a pretty thing you hide behind bulletproof glass.” Lucian’s expression changed—just barely. A flicker of something between admiration and worry. “You think I haven’t protected you?” “I think you can’t always be there,” she said. “And I want to protect myself.” There was a long pause. The fire crackled. Then Lucian rose, moving to the cabinet beside the fireplace. He pulled open a drawer and returned with a thin leather-bound book. He handed it to her. “What’s this?” she asked, flipping it open.

A man on a wheel chair seemed to be targeted by roadside thieves who were attempting to snatch the grocery bags beside him. Ophelia's mind racied as she weighed her options. She was already running late for her job interview but a part of her refused to ignore the disabled man's plight. Though she wasn't a skilled fighter, she was confident in her ability to drive the thieves away using the safety gadgets in her bag.Which she unzipped and heaved a sigh when she realized she hadn't forgotten them. She alighted from the bus she was in at its next bus stop and began sprinting towards the direction she had seen the man in before.

"Friends and purpose and peace, and I refuse to let some criminals take that away." Her strength made pride bloom in my chest even as fear for her safety consumed me. This was the Luna I knew she could be. "Then I will assign guards openly." I pulled out my phone to contact Jacob. "They will create a protective perimeter around the bookstore and your apartment." "People will talk." Ava crossed her arms. "They will want to know why an Alpha is protecting me so heavily." "Let them talk." I met her eyes. "Your safety matters more than gossip."

she knew for a fact that Vincent was not someone to be easily trapped or threatened and with the way he had behaved the last time they met, she knew Vincent certainly had feelings for Isabella. "But I think Vincent likes her," Jessica protested as she stared at Vincent's mother, "This is not the first time he has protected her, " she confirmed. "Really!" Mrs Storm questioned as she looked at Jessica in surprise, it may seem she was mistaken about her son, as she reminisced on her first meeting with Isabella and how Vincent had also protected Isabella against her. " I think you are right about that," Mrs Storm confirmed, "But what do we do about her?" She continued as she placed her focus on

“And now you know you’re the heir of the Ambroise family.” What did he just say? I’ll be living in this unknown place starting today? And the heir of the Ambroise family? I disagree. I can’t just leave my comfort zone just like that. You can’t just leave me this responsibility. “I don’t agree with this,” I argued with my father, but he didn’t care. “You have to listen to me this time,” my father calmly told me, which took me back. His eyes were begging as if there wasn’t tomorrow. “It’s for your protection. Please listen to my selfish request.”

Can the book tell you anything about the wolf? Clara took the book in her hands and studied the title for a long time. She slid back across the counter towards me. "I'm afraid you won't find him until he wants to be found." It was a qualified magician who handled this book. I can't read anything by touching that book and I couldn't even when I sold it. If that wolf is as powerful as you say, I would remember him. Even my eyes cannot catch anything except that the wolf who handled this book means much harm to you.

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My arms instinctively wrapped around him, holding on tight. “I’m sorry for laughing,” he said softly, sincerity finally winning over his amusement. He brushed damp strands of hair from my face and cupped my cheeks. His thumb traced slow, soothing circles over my flushed skin. “I don’t like violence,” I whispered, my hands still locked around him. “Let’s call this off.” “It’s not about liking violence,” he replied gently. “It’s about protecting yourself.” “Are you guys going to stop protecting me?” My voice came out smaller than I intended.