Protector Novels & Stories

“You will be dead within days. The Conti’s already sent Gina to threaten you, they won’t give up.” “How do you know about Gina?” She asked surprised. “It dosen’t matter. Now do you want this deal or not?” “You promise to let me go after six months?” She asked carefully. “Yes. Think of it like a business deal.” “Fine I accept.” “Good. That means no running away and doing what you are told. Agreed?” “I agree.” “And I promise to protect you.” He stretched out his hand, she took it reluctantly, knowing she was making a deal with the devil.

“What do you mean the heiress of the Protector, Jackson?” Mr. Jackson sighed and stopped digging the ground. “The Sacred Land buried some important clues about the second Protector.” Auntie Caroline inhaled. “The Second Protector was an heiress?” Mr. Jackson nodded. “Clayton started to research about it!” He put his shovel again to shove some ground and made a big hole enough to bury all three dead rabbit bodies.

choose right. The building shudders as it fills with the sounds of the heavy footsteps of the protectors. They don’t need orders. Don’t need directions. But I still send one out fast through the mindlink. “The hunters with me are allies. Don’t touch them.” A pulse of acknowledgment fires back. One protector leaps over and crashes into a hunter trying to sneak up on Edwin. Another brushes past me, gives a slight nod, then dives straight into a wall of Pete’s men like it’s nothing.

“You two still have some uses, I think. “I don’t have a lot of people that I can use here anyway. “If you kneel, I’ll give you a chance to work for me.” Kaysen froze, then chuckled in rage. “Who are you, kid? “You want us to kneel?! “Let me tell you something! The Great Protector is about to be here! “He has all the Law Enforcement Hall’s experts following him! All of them are invincible fighters who have experienced countless battles! “If you kneel right now, you might get a chance to survive! “But if not, you’ll have to die a horrible death!” A green-haired woman pushed the door and walked in, accompanied by fierce-looking men in suits. Their heads were rais

I give a small nod for Penelope and Iris to know that I understand and for the Alpha to continue. "Knowing that, it confirms my thoughts. Raven is the warrior of the moon and Penelope must be your Protector. Penelope being an Omega makes it weird that she would be your protector. Protectors are only the strongest wolves, those that are just barely able to keep up with their warriors. They are usually only those of high rank. Were you born an Omega or demoted to become one?" He asks Penelope with curious eyes.

"If we don't reach the outflow in ninety seconds, we drown in the dark." They ran through the maze of concrete and steel, their footsteps echoing like heartbeats. As they reached the massive circular outflow that led to the Singapore Strait, a figure was waiting for them. It was The Protector. He stood in the shadows, his heavy ballistic armor dripping with water. He held a small, glowing device in his hand—the Syndicate Black-Box. "The boy is safe, Ma'am," the Protector said, his voice a gravelly rumble. Elena stopped, her heart leaping. "Where is he? Where is Leo?"

I noticed he was staring at me, he nodded, responding to my question. "Well I don't like people going through my things when I'm not there" I told him and he nodded, apologising. "I think I owe you a thanks for saving me, again" I said to him. "You don't, it's my responsibility. You were meant to be saved. I'm your mate and I'm meant to be your protector " he said with an emotion I couldn't name flashing in his eyes.

I spent my time training the new Protector Corps, wolves who had volunteered to defend the assembly from existential threats. Teaching them combat was easy. Teaching them restraint was harder. “A Protector’s job is not to win every fight,” I told my current class of twenty recruits. “It is to end threats while causing minimum harm. We are not warriors conquering enemies. We are guardians protecting something precious.” “What if the threat cannot be ended without killing?” a young female wolf named Serra asked. “Then you kill. But only as a last resort. Only when every other option has been exhausted. The moment you start choosin

“Mom said that already. But what is a protector? And why do I need one?” “A protector is exactly what it sounds like,” Myles explained. “They protect you—keep you safe, detect any threats or danger. They can feel your emotions so they know when you need them, and they are incredibly resistant to almost all forms of magic—even magical mind control and magical weapons.” I nodded again, remembering how Drew had absorbed my uncontrolled magical outburst earlier that had forced those giant golden wings to appear out of my back. “And why—” “Because you’re the Fae princess. The heir to the fairy throne. All the Fae heirs have always ha

He hisses at me again, “You will remove your hacker's program from our server, or your so-called protector won’t be able to protect you any longer.” “You can’t touch me.”