Protective Novels & Stories

Though I did not like him, I did not want anybody to meet such a horrible fate because of me. "What if he rejects me?'' " If he rejects you on his own will not by some spell or other power then you only get very weak but he will face the pain of rejection on your behalf as he is your protector". "What is a protector?". " A perso who will protect you with his or her life. When any special creature is born in supernatural world protectors were given to keep the creature safe. If anything severe damage happens to you your protector will feel the pain. The pain is like a alarm that informs the protector that you are in danger and it also helps to decrease your pain as well. The pain will distrib

“I will assign Delta Isagani as your personal guard since the two of you are close enough. I wanted to choose Beta Valentine, but it seemed like the two of you would never get that close.” I didn't allow him to see me panicking. Someone guarding me will only restrict my movements. Talking to Zenith will become more complex. “No need for that, Maxxwell. Besides, that’s the delta of the kingdom we are talking about. Why would you let him guard me? I am nothing.” “I want you to be protected at all times, even if I am not with you.” “But…I can handle myself.” "You can? You were nearly killed. I won't allow that to happen again. So no. You will be with him until I tell him he can stop guarding yo

"They'll be working directly under my command." The three men stepped forward simultaneously. "Miss Adriana," Enzo said, "I'd like you to meet the Trio. Your father personally assigned them to protect you." "'Trio?' That's the best name you could come up with? Sounds ridiculous." She folded her arms. "So Dad really assigned me four bodyguards?" "Three bodyguards," Enzo corrected calmly. "And one Head of Security." Adriana rolled her eyes. "Whatever." Enzo opened the passenger door of the Bugatti and looked at her. "Are you ready to see your father?"

“We assumed he wouldn't attack in broad daylight, but the police say Sharpe was killed a few hours ago. He's more dangerous than we know. I'm guessing you couldn't convince Frances to call off the dig... - No way. “Then we need to secure the site, round-the-clock surveillance. “I agree,” Pietra said. “And if we're dealing with a magical wolf, we'll need some sort of magical protection. - What do you mean? “I can't believe I'm suggesting this, but maybe Clara has some charms or spells or things that could help protect us. Pietra glanced at her watch. “By the time I got back to town, she had already closed up shop. But I'll be back tomorrow. Caleb picked up his helmet. “I'm heading back to the

I did as she said scanning page and page looking for it when my eyes finally fell on it, 'When the guards know which one they shall be protecting they will form the protection bond enabling them to feel what their king or queen feels to notify them of any danger should they not be with them. In return the king or queen shall feel the same from their protectors'

Protective measures under review. Protective. The word should comfort but it does not. Because in this context, protection does not mean safety. It means preservation of outcome. My mind moves ahead of the screen now. If they identified me at seventeen. If they placed Leah near me before I knew her. If Livia destabilized a projection they thought was fixed. Then what I am seeing now is not the origin. It is adaptation. The shape of something adjusting.

“In regards to the crimson mark Ivette wasn’t totally incorrect but she wasnt totally correct either. Which is almost a miracle for Ivette. Usually she is completely wrong and completely malevolent.” My heart thumping against my ribs I questioned “What do you mean?. Is it protection or not?” “Yes” Sophia said quietly. “It serves as protection… from the exterior… from the perils of the world outside here. You become inseparable from the family and the mansion in a way that makes you impervious to certain elements.” A glimmer of hope appeared inside of me. “So I am safe?”

The vulnerability, the fear, the possibility of being hurt. Because staying closed-off and protected was just another kind of destruction. And Eli was worth the risk.

"The Sovereign is focusing all my processing power on the pregnancy. I’m... I’m going offline." He didn't hesitate. He scooped me up into his arms, his hold so tight I could barely breathe. It was that obsessive, suffocating protection I had grown to love and fear in equal measure. "I don't care if you go offline," he hissed, his eyes scanning the darkening sky for drones. "I am the Shield. I am the only firewall you need. I will burn every city on this map before I let them touch either of you."

Not just my power, but my intent, my desperation and my resolve. And the grove answered. The network of ancient protections shifted. Hardened. Morphed from passive to active. From shield to sword. “Aria,” Sarah warned, her voice sharp with fear. “The sacred groves were meant for healing. For peace.” “They were meant to protect the innocent,” I said, not looking away. “And right now, peace is a luxury we can’t afford.” The forest came alive with energy, not soft or nurturing but fierce. Protective. It wasn’t just responding. It was arming itself.