Protector Novels & Stories

“HIGH-BANDWIDTH UNITS. ABLE TO THREAD MULTIPLE WORLD DATA STREAMS. YOU ARE… EFFICIENT.” It said it like praise. I felt a little sick. “And him?” I asked, nodding toward Corvin. If the Game had given him a label, I wanted to hear it from the thing that had *written* it. The Administrator turned, the swirl of code on its face rearranging into a rough mask of lines that might have been eyebrows for a flicker, then dissolving again. “BOUND ESCORT SUBROUTINE,” it said. “FIELD GUARDIAN FUNCTION. DESIGNED TO PROTECT HIGH-YIELD PROCESSORS FROM EARLY TERMINATION AND GUIDE THEM TOWARD CORE GUARD DOG, INFORMALLY.”

"I built it for contingencies. But yes. For you." I pull my laptop from my bag and connect it to the relay. The screen flickers. The encrypted channel activates, handshake protocols scrolling faster than I can read. SECURE CONNECTION ESTABLISHED WAITING... Then: a message. White text on a black background. Stark. HELLO, VARIABLE. I'VE BEEN EXPECTING YOU. — THE SPIRIT OF 1988 I type back, my fingers cold. WHO ARE YOU? THE GUARDIAN. THE LAST PROTECTOR OF THE REGISTRY.

My feet shuddered and for a moment of euphoria, I swore that the stones themselves commemorated the return of that lost soul. "I never thought that the gates of hell would be so unprotected," I spoke with a slightly debauched smile. My lips seemed extremely dry there, and I felt desperate for a sip of water as soon as I spent saliva to talk. Vraxlon didn't have any fun in his eyes when he spoke again. "And who said they are unprotected? "He indicated with a slight arch of eyebrows on my back, and as soon as I turned around, I choked. "This is your pet, Your Majesty. Cerberus, the protector of your gates.”

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

"To keep that from happening, every Keeper has a Protector who has the ability to calm their Keeper's emotion and will have the duty to protect their assigned Keeper. Protectors are born in any bloodline and still have their bloodline's supernatural traits." "At the age of 6, Elaine found her Protector. Sawyer Parker, a werewolf, brave, kind, and selfless. Together with Sawyer, Elaine met 2 other friends. Sophie Rhodes and Malcolm Suarez. They all became friends. Elaine married Sawyer a few years later and the other two married each other afterward."

“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.”

"Which is?" "Guardian. Protector. Person powerful enough to defend humanity from actual plagues while refusing to become plague herself. Person who says no to forced evolution. Who says no to organizations that want to control enhancement. Who says no to using power just because power is available." Elena held out the crystallized device. "Take this. Use it to deactivate your own protocols. Return to human limitation. Prove that you value consent over capability. Prove that humanity is worth more than enhancement." I looked at the device. At the choice. At Grace watching to see what Mommy would do.

"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."

“Master, you…” The Protector raised his head to look at James. He did not know James’ identity, nor did he understand why someone among his subordinates would carry a token that held such terrifying Demonic Energy. Although he had no idea what the token was, he only knew that a truly powerful figure of the Demon Race was worthy of possessing it. “I’ll go give it a try. Kill them only if I have failed.” Holding the token in his hand, even his volume was louder now. "Understood."

[Absolute Protection: Creates a 5-meter field that lasts for 5 seconds. Nothing can interfere with the inside of the field until it disappears. This Legacy Skill can only be used once per month. It doesn't use the user's energy.] "This skill is a real Absolute Protection." Absolute Protection could protect Golden and everything around him from any damage. Even though it only lasted for five seconds and could only be used once per month, if Golden were again in the same situation as in the Clan's Gathering, at least, he would be able to protect himself and his sister for five seconds.