Protective Ghost Novels & Stories

Legarde turned his back to her and stomped towards the cave, trying to think of the exact moment when he became a Guardian exterminator. Marina yelled back. “You will see why I cower, Legarde.” She chanted a few words, a prayer of sorts to protect her old friend as she headed back to make the barrier. What was in that cave would stay in that cave until there was no guardian magic present.

Angela helped her daughter up, she tried hard to avoid Owino getting close to her again. “I found this beneath the sofa.” A huge amount of money, covered with dust, “I was still cleaning it.” She gave out to Melina, she was seated next to her

he said, dropping to one knee in front of her without a second’s delay, his presence a deliberate barrier against the encroaching danger. The ceiling cracked again overhead, a spiderweb of fissures spreading like veins across the surface. Ghost moved on pure reflex, positioning his body to shield her from the most exposed section above, one hand bracing firmly against the wall just over her shoulder to create a makeshift canopy, while the other closed gently but unyieldingly around her wrist, steadying the glass before its contents could spill across them both. “Easy,” he murmured quietly, his tone a low anchor amid the turmoil. “I’ve got you now, and we’re getting clear.”

“You will be dead within days. The Conti’s already sent Gina to threaten you, they won’t give up.” “How do you know about Gina?” She asked surprised. “It dosen’t matter. Now do you want this deal or not?” “You promise to let me go after six months?” She asked carefully. “Yes. Think of it like a business deal.” “Fine I accept.” “Good. That means no running away and doing what you are told. Agreed?” “I agree.” “And I promise to protect you.” He stretched out his hand, she took it reluctantly, knowing she was making a deal with the devil.

“Dragon, remember? I’m not a human that turns into a dragon. I’m a dragon that turns into a human. I’m always the dragon, so my senses are always heightened. When you were unconscious, I smelled you to see what had happened to you. I smelled the poison in your system, got the scent of the ones that did that to you so I can kill them and found the scent of your family member. I didn’t know it was your brother, but I could tell from the scent of the meadow that the person was related.” There was a lot to unpack in that diatribe, but what stood out to me most is what came out of my mouth. “You’re going to kill the ones that imprisoned me? Why?” He steps away from me, running his hand through hi

"We'll explore ways to ward off these malevolent forces and ensure your safety." With Dawn's guidance, Zelda delved into the realm of metaphysical protection, seeking ways to safeguard her well-being from the unseen dangers that seemed to infiltrate her dreams. Together, they explored the use of crystals, talismans, and spiritual rituals aimed at creating a shield of divine protection. As days turned into weeks, Dawn's dedication to Zelda's well-being remained unwavering. She shared ancient incantations and performed sacred rituals, invoking the energy of light and love to repel the darkness that sought to invade Zelda's dreams.

Because if they didn’t… I’d paint the pavement with their blood. The bar was buzzing downstairs—music pounding, voices roaring, laughter that didn’t belong to anyone sober. Ghost leaned against the doorframe of my office. “You gonna tell me what’s up with the girl?” “No.” He grunted. “Club’s asking questions.” “They always do.” “She yours?” I looked up at him, slow and sharp. “She’s under my protection. That’s all anyone needs to know.” Ghost whistled low. “Shit, Reaper. That’s the closest thing to soft I’ve ever heard from you.”

Ghost: Took you long enough. Me: I’m in a hospital. Someone tried to kill me last night. I don’t have time for attitude. Ghost: Fair. What do you need? My heart thumped hard as I typed. Me: You said my protector isn’t who I think. Who exactly were you talking about? Ghost: Your father. I stared at the screen, feeling a cold wave shoot through me. Me: Why him? Ghost: Because he’s hiding a lot more than you realize. Me: Like what?

The driver respectfully opened the door for Grand Old Master Ares and assisted him to get out of the car. Cole and Carson hid in the humvee to watch the drama unfold. "Shoot them! Why are all of you just standing here? Are you waiting for me to welcome them in to celebrate the new year together? With Grand Old Master Yorks’ command, dozens of projectiles were immediately thrown at Jay and the others. Jay hurried to protect Angeline. The Ghost members quickly formed a human barricade around Jay and the others. When the projectiles fell to the ground, they turned into plumes of poisonous smoke. The Ghost members took off their clothes and used them as shields. The projectiles were all bounced

However, what made the Holy Land Realm cultivator relieved was that his Protective Upstanding Qi protected him at this moment. The Protective Upstanding Qi, like a barrier, blocked between his chest and the tip of the spear. Although it was as thin as a piece of paper, the Body-protection Gang of Holy Land Realm cultivator successfully prevented the Ghoul-Locker Spear from advancing further. Moreover, the cultivator of Holy Land Realm could also see that under normal circumstances, the other party's spear might be able to pierce through his Protective Upstanding Qi. But the other party was now covered in blood and seriously injured.