Protector Novels & Stories

"Ensure this room is guarded at all times." So much for not being a prisoner...

“I promise, now tell me.” “My name is Michael, and I really am the principal of Prophet’s Point Elementary School. But I also have another job. I was sent here six years ago by the company I work for, Brethren Security and Investigations. There was intelligence gathered alluding to some kind of disturbance here, but nothing specific about who it involved. I’ve been on alert ever since. I am one of the Protectors of the Good. I am an angel, an immortal.”

(THE PROTECTOR) THE obscura, the camera that is just a normal one in appearance. Nothing unusual aside from being too old. An antic, the past versions of the modern camera. Not fashionable nor easy to carry. A thing that doesn’t suit into the modern world and the modern teens. But it is not as ordinary one, as a person might seem to think. “Hold this for me. Better take care of it in outmost of your knowledge and might. Protect it and never lose it.”

Don't worry. It'll all work out. C'mon, let's go back to the house and get your friends. Were gonna head out to the diner and get soemthing to eat, sound good?" Stark asked. I nodded, smiling. "Oh, nice tats." Ace said, running his thumb over one of my wrists. I shrugged. "I need to talk to them about this. I-I'm not sure what it means." I admitted. "Well I do. It means you have two official protecters. Basically, anything happens to you, physically speaking, like pain wise, it happens to them." Stark sumed it up. I

“How can you say so? Have you already seen one?” “You still have a lot to learn, Migi.” He smiled a little widely, ruffling her hair. “They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.”

But they don't know the daily struggle. "But in your case, it's clans' lords bowing down to you. Because you're not any lord's protégé. No! You are duke Leonardo Anetti's protégé. The heart ripper, that's what they call duke Anettii, right? And what about your guardian, Lord Bircof? He has quite the reputation, too" I nodded stiffly, not trusting my voice. "These are the men Rey is standing up against for you. So, if you're giving him false hope out of curiosity about the mate bond and its limits, please stop. This will end badly for him." "They'll never hurt him." I know they won't.

The next time we would meet, I was sure that he would kill me first before asking questions. This was why I needed a protector. Someone strong enough to get rid of Jonathan for me. Jonathan had Alpha blood in him and with the help of his occasional madness, he would be unstoppable against even the strongest werewolves. But I believed that Lucian would be able to take him down. Which was why I desperately needed him on my side. “Well, I don’t have the time to play bodyguard with you. And as for your thoughts on this matter, I was only being courteous.”

Stefan stood up straighter, then looked at the faces of the people in the room one by one. "AlfaProtect has been pretty good at scanning, detecting, cleaning, and protecting. Malware like viruses, worms, rootkits, ransoms, and spyware are all taken care of. I just wanted to test how strong AlfaProtect is. Look at the results." Theo chewed harder and harder. His mouth wobbled. Slowly a few wrinkles appeared on his forehead. He still didn't want to talk because he was too lazy to talk to Alan.

"Hazel, look. You have to see this." Logan called my attention and I moved to sit next to him. He pointed to the page and I read it. It said something about a protector. "Every one chosen to protect the Blood Eye Amulet is given a protector that is selected under the rays of the first Omen Moon," I read out loud. Everyone stopped and looked at me. I knew what they were asking me with their eyes. "I don't have a protector. I don't even know when the next Omen moon is."

Teacher’s voice came through at once. Urgent. Controlled. Dangerously calm. “Grand Protector…” A pause. Then— “We have a breach inside the Merge.”