Protector Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I know Aetherhold was unfair to you. They refused to step in and left you to manage on your own. But things will be different next year. We'll involve you in the lessons properly." "Thank you, Professor," I said carefully. "But wouldn't that be dangerous for me and for everyone else?" "The school will provide containment masks," she said simply. "You don't need to worry about safety. Everyone will be protected, including you." "The school is actually willing to do that?" The words came out before I could stop my skepticism. "You raised a considerable amount for the school during the charity event," she said. "Aetherhold wants to give back. And the higher-ups are invested in seeing you achie

She asked him as this confused her more. “You’re correct, mate. A man with a huge body and green eyes in the mafia is my mafia bodyguard whose name is Amir. And as Connor is handling my business and is known as CEO to the world, he can’t roam around me every time. The other werewolf you saw today morning is the Gamma of the pack and his name is Linnaeus. He is the one who protects me as and took care of the werewolf matters. And, the one you saw with Amir when we were attacked in the McDonald’s is my bodyguard in the business world and his name is Hector. Though the media don’t know me as the CEO of the company Atlantica, some big businessmen knew me as I’m signing the deals secretly. So, th

“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

Iris revealed. Dom couldn't control his curiosity and wonder, "You were one of THE Human Protectors of the Realm? Woah!" Iris smiled lightly at her mate's dropped jaw like a kid being told that Alice's wonderland was real. Dom saw the faint hint of a smile on his beautiful mate's lips and his heart rested. He was doing a good enough job to keep her feeling comforted. Iris continued, she had to get all of this off of her chest, "Well, I was, until I got bitten." That got Dom's immediate attention.

Viktor was not happy. Dominic scoffed. “Amateurs casing the joint?” Viktor’s eyes cut to him. “Maybe. Or someone who knows we’re expecting shipments this week. Weapons. Military-grade.” That got my attention. I straightened. “You want eyes on the ground or surveillance rerouted?” “Both,” Viktor said. “Dominic, you’ll run the external recon. Aurora, inside logistics. Inventory checks, and rotation timings. Nothing leaves or enters without your signoff. And Marco—”

During the time when the doors are being closed, I dive inside and lean against the icy metal rail outside. I am completely clueless about the floor I am currently on, but it is irrelevant. I activated the button. The words "PENTHOUSE LOBBY" flash on the screen as the arrow pointing downward is illuminated above the entrance. Once more, I cast my gaze upon the floor panel. Forty-five floors in total. Taking a deep breath, I lean more heavily on the railing and the wall at the same time. A person who commits multiple murders must not reside in a penthouse, right? Do you agree?

The unscathed Right Protector shouted in alarm, rushing to Chaos Snake Master's side with a look of deep concern. Chaos Snake Master, despite his dire predicament, felt a pang of gratitude. Amid such peril, he was moved by the loyalty of his subordinate. "I didn't—" "You!" Before he could finish his sentence, Chaos Snake Master froze, staring down in shock at a gleaming dagger embedded in his lower abdomen. The dagger was held by the Right Protector! "Die!" Right Protector's expression was cold and ruthless as he wrenched the dagger free, preparing to strike again. His resolve was unwavering, and

I couldn't imagine it inside me if my own brain insisted it wasn't there. And then a tone I didn't know emerged in her voice: obstinacy, raw and angry. "...Arlo was a capable warrior, but he had been injured in training." "What?" "Viktor then ordered him to protect the east, which was the least likely place for the Ashenfur to arrive, but that Gregor targeted the most important people in the clan and the east was one of the first places he went." I shook my head. "Pandora..." She didn't listen.

“Remember us—what we’ve fought for. What we’ve become.” The rogue leader laughed darkly, his grip tightening on me. “You think mere words can save him now? He’s mine, Protector. Just like you were supposed to be.” Rigel flinched, but his resolve didn’t waver. “No,” he said firmly, his voice steady. “You don’t control him. And you never controlled me.”

I held my breath momentarily before sliding off the bed as quietly as I could as the footsteps retreated. They were back a few seconds later, and the door handle was again messed with. Scared, I placed a protective hand over my stomach as the other began to glow blue. My heart was rocketing in my chest. I heard a slight click, and the door started to come open. I swallowed, ready to fire. I was hoping that whoever it was, I could shoot them in the face. “If you do, I’ll be highly upset, Piccolo,” Jarren stated as he came into view.