Protective Novels & Stories

“It found it back at home. It’s my sister’s possession.” “Oh…I see. Sure wear it on,” smiled Micah. “But just make sure not to make it visible.” “Okay…” I know Micah can be annoying but trust me. She’s the only friend who I can trust my secrets with. She may act like a child, but when it’s time to be serious. Her aura completely changes. I can say that it’s terrifying to see her angry. That’s why keeping her bubbly and happy is the best option for me. Also, she couldn’t stop gaining ear to ear since earlier. I guess I’ll let this pass.

She said truly as she can hear the wolf growls from the other side of the staircase. “I know, Baby girl. Try to control yourself. Think of those werewolves as your enemies who are trying to separate you from your mate. Look, you’re strong. They can’t do anything to you if you decided to protect yourself from them. Do you remember, I told you once that I’ll be having something precious inside my car? That’s you, my precious. I’ll protect my precious possession. Leave the past, baby girl. We are not fighting for the past. We are fighting for our future which they are trying to snatch from us. I’ll protect you, baby girl, no matter what. But, I need your help with that. I can’t fight with them

Leo cringed and said, "It's a Watchman secret." "When there is a person that isn't a Watchman but a member cares deeply for, they tell me that they claim them and I put a protective order over them. It means that no one in the gang can harm them and that the gang is obligated to protect them whenever possible." Luke explained after shooting my brother a dirty look. I took a moment to absorb what he just said. "OK, so why would more than one person do that?" I asked. "The more members that publicly claim them, the more important and protected that person is." Tom explained.

“Isabel Vega. This is Yuki Sato. We both have been assigned to your protection detail starting today.” Yuki gave a small, cheerful wave. “Hey. Nice to meet you. We’re the ones who’ll make sure nobody gets too close.” I stared at them, my pulse was already quickening. Protection detail? Another layer of walls around me? “Why?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended it.“I didn’t ask for more guards. I already have enough people watching my every move.” Isabel didn’t blink. “Did Sir Niccolò not tell you?”

“This isn’t nothing. I've wanted you to get extra protection for awhile now but you keep refusing. You need protection. Real protection.” I shook my head. “I don’t need...” “Yes, you do,” he snapped, cutting me off. “Your father might not give a damn if you get snatched, but I do. You’re hiring security. End of discussion.” "The only thing my father will care about is me not giving him grandkids for him to control like he is doing to me, if I'm gone" "Stop it, Alex" I opened my mouth to argue, but stopped. Because he was right.

“No. Isaiah, you don’t have to do that. When it comes to her safety nothing else matters. Please let me stay. At least until we find whoever wants to kill her.” “It’s a bad idea Palmer and you know it.” “But it won’t be the only bad idea you’ve had in your life. Come on Isaiah, you know me. We’ve hunted down deeply deprived monsters in this world together. You know I’ll protect her.” Palmer stood and tapped the desk with his index finger. “I’ll protect her with my life.” Isaiah leaned back on his chair, glancing at Palmer broodingly. “It’s truly a bad idea, but you’ll stay until we get the person who hired the mercenaries.”

Elena sat across from her at the long table and opened the notebook she had brought with her. Then she began. She told us what she had held back. Not out of deception. Out of caution. Nadia had called it the inheritance. The protection response Elena had already mentioned was only the first layer. The Ashmoon bloodline had always been more complicated than that. “The protection response is the most immediate manifestation,” Elena said. “It activates when the bond or the pack is under genuine threat. It’s instinctive, territorial, operating on a frequency that bypasses physical strength entirely. It’s what you felt with the rogues, Ava –the preemptive awareness, the immediate reaction before

MMy whole being froze, eyes cascading down to her vulnerable form. “Eliana,” Murmuring, I embraced her back protectively. “Denzel, Kyle, he- he,” I won’t let anyone or anything harm her, she was my responsibility and I won’t let a single scratch appear on her. I would protect her. “Hey, hey, don’t cry. I am here now. Nothing will happen,” I whispered, not allowing her to leave my arms, keeping her against me so I could protect her from all the evil.

Allen murmured. "I told you not to say that," Andrew retorted. He hates it when Allen says things like that. He knows Allen will do the same thing for him and he doesn’t need his gratitude for doing things a best friend will normally do. Allen shifted his body to face Andrew. He then stared at his green eyes. "When I grow up... I swear, I’ll protect you, Andrew." Andrew laughed in disbelief at his best friend’s sudden pledge. "Protect me from what?" he asked as he guffawed.

Finn held her as her body reacted to the shock of the latest events. He whispered, "Lili, he's going to live. He's hurt mighty bad, but he's going to live. Sweetheart, he's going to be ok. Now I need you to calm down. Can you take deep breaths and that's it. You can do it!" She just clung to him and tried to block out the chaos of the ambulances and the EMTs. She blocked out the questions and answers and the rest of the situation. She was tired of trauma and needed just to feel safe and secure.