Protective Novels & Stories

He laughed again and then gave me some distance as Laura approached. “Kellina I would like to show you how you can help protect yourself. See our powers don’t just heal and calm but can also keep us safe if we are prepared. If we see danger coming we just need to imagine a force field around us and as we do so we can block initial attacks to our shield.” Her eyes turned crystal blue and I could almost see a small shield surround her. “This allows us time to get away and protect ourselves from injury. Now you try.”

Alma had never experienced this, though the young girl stared at Alma with excitement and curiously, Alma could also see that the same eyes had two meaning. Her eyes were clearly screaming, “read my future, I dare you.” Alma smiled at the young girl, she would rather not show that she feared the seven-year-old. “Alma, did you ever see the protectors?” The young girl asked as smiled brightly at her. “Yes, and I'll tell you the story” Alma said as she smiled at the girl. “The protectors are the chosen ones of the Sovereigns. They are the strongest, fastest and most powerful of each race,” Alma wheezed out, trying to suppress a cough.

a female warrior asked, looking provocatively. “I think we should organize some patrols and look out for their sighters as well. Also, I believe we must start working on some walls to shield our members from enemies outside the pack.” I offered. Lucian also nodded. “Ruby’s experience is useful in this case. If we all coordinate our efforts, we will manage to fortify the protective measures and keep the pack members safe.”

he asked, his stance protective. I hadn’t expected Logan to intervene so assertively, but then again, he was an alpha—protecting his pack was ingrained in his very nature. Standing there, with his protective presence enveloping me, a wave of unexpected safety washed over me. Suddenly, I felt safe, like a child with a mother. A subtle warmth blossomed in my chest despite the coldness of the night around us.

She smiled and I pulled her back to my chest, wrapping an arm around her and keeping her close to me. "I will keep you safe. Trust me" I was talking to her and I was talking to myself. My grip tightened around her, knowing fully well that the person who wanted her dead was still very well alive and unknown to me. I knew at that moment that I would do anything to protect her. Protective wasn't bad, right? Me being protective of her was very normal. As long as I did not get too possessive of her, as long as I didn't grow super greedy of her and as long as I was willing to let go of her when she found her own man, it would be okay.

“The right question is protection. And protection doesn’t look like removing the warm knowing from a building. It looks like building the warm knowing into more buildings.” Grace looked at Nova. Nova looked at me. “That’s the dissemination argument,” Ryder said from the end of the table. He had been writing. He turned his notebook around. He had added a line to his framework: Protection = expansion, not reduction. “Yes,” I said to Ryder. “That’s exactly it.” He wrote it down. “Marcus,” Nova said. I looked at her.

“It’s not that I don’t want to help but more if I interfer then your children’s future will be worse.” “Thank you for looking out for my children’s future.”, I say. We leave and this time she takes some gems off the wall, mostly the duly ones. She grabs the orange gems then the pale white along with black ones. If I’m not mistaken, the orange gems are used for transferring protection power from the owner and the protected; the pale white and black I have no idea. Once out of the cave, I take notice of the saltwater which reminds me how I’ve never been to a beach before.

“Do you really not need my help in this case? She might hurt you. If I appear, she won't dare to hit you." Saint looked at Celine with cold eyes mixed with worry, he didn't know why he was protecting Celine in this case, and he also didn't know why he was worried about Celine, but he knew that he was extremely unhappy when he saw any injuries on Celine's face. However, Celine did not feel the strangeness in Saint's words. She smiled and said to Saint.

I felt myself longing to be with him and it worried me in more ways than one. The feel of his touch, the smell of his cologne was coming at me at a rapid pace that I quietly told myself to step back. I feared that if I stayed within his proximity I might do something I might regret later. As I attempted to take a step back I felt myself sway a little too quickly. He immediately reached out and wrapped his arms around me. “Are you okay?” As he held on to me I could feel his tight muscular arms around me making me feel safe and secure.

She did not move. She stepped into my space instead, her chest nearly brushing mine. “Then let it jump,” she whispered, her eyes defiant. “I am not some fragile human you have to protect from yourself. I am a wolf of the Crescent line. If you want me out of your head, stop trying to push me into the shadows and start looking at me.” I was vibrating with the effort not to touch her. The proximity was suffocating. I could feel the heat coming off her, and I could see the way her pulse was jumping in the hollow of her throat. I wanted to ruin her. I wanted to protect her.