Protector Novels & Stories

Herman said. “Exactly! Does a protector need protecting? Of course, he does! He will be bust protecting people while he accidentally lets his guard open and his opponent attacks him. That’s why we are there for him! We are here to protect him! We do that not only because it is our task as his assistants, but also he is our precious friend, right?” Varz explained. “You are right! If he says that he protects us because we are his friends, so we can do the same as he is our friend too!” Herman is getting worked up.

“The pack of the Moon Protector can summon Hëna and ask her for strength. And this… can be very dangerous.” *

Daniel nodded slowly. “Yes.” Emily looked at Edward Knight. “You designed this.” Edward’s voice remained calm. “Yes.” Ryan crossed his arms. “So basically if anyone tries to steal Helios…” “…the system protects itself.” Edward nodded. “That was the idea.” Across the city, Margaret Knight slammed her hand against the conference table. “The system is blocking us.” One of the executives whispered. “The guardians are defending it.” Margaret’s eyes narrowed. “Then we remove the guardians.” Back inside the underground control room.

"I don't know. Find something else to do. You should still have some money left from your father's properties you've sold." I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. I knew she was right. She had had enough of Kali and it was time to do something that would make her happy for once. As I watched her walk away, I knew I had to find a new way to survive. I was on my own now, and I had to be brave if I wanted to make it through this. I have to do my job as the Alpha's Protector if I want to live. I took a cab to his house and I walked up to the driveway, my heart racing with anticipation. I had to see Alpha Dante, no matter how angry he might be. I reached the f

"D o ... n o t... b e... s c a r e d. I ... m a y... n o t... b e... a l l o w e d... t o... i n t e r f e r e... i n... y o u r... l i f e... b u t.. I ...w i l l... p r o t e c t... y o u... u n t i l... y o u r... P r o t e c t o r... c o m e s..." "My protector...?"

Definitely not attackers. I swipe it open. There’s only one sentence. " Your protector isn’t who you think." That’s it. No greeting. No signature. No threat. Just that one suffocating sentence. My breath turns shallow. My fingers go cold. Your protector. It has to mean Cole.

Fenrak said softly, “anything they don’t understand is a threat.” They kept walking—past empty restaurants, closed boutiques, shuttered cafés. Verona was silent, but Rhea’s heart raced. “So now what?” she asked. “More hunters?” “Maybe.” Fenrak shrugged. “Maybe worse. These Protectors are stubborn. They don’t forgive. They don’t forget. And now we’ve killed their hunters.” Rhea grabbed his wrist. “Fenrak… are we safe?” He looked at her—really looked—and placed a reassuring hand over hers.

I muttered. “You haven’t paid me in four months.” “You live in my penthouse,” I reminded him. “That’s not the same thing!” I sighed. “I need you to deploy a new team. One to watch over Alex’s house. Another to shadow him everywhere he goes.” A beat of silence. “No one connects this back to EP Security,” I added. “EP Security,” he repeated slowly. “You mean the company you’re supposed to be running instead of...what’s the word? Bodyguarding?”

Nalia cleared her throat to dispel the tension that had suddenly filled the office. “What are you doing, Eloise?” Elijah asked. “I'm checking a list of accounting programs that you can use safely,” I said carefully. "These programs are adapted so that only a specific user can make the correct payments with a proper dynamic key. It's much more secure and will prevent intrusions so easily. The programs don't cost much. Alfa Roy, from the Moon Nest Pack, sells the licenses and sets up the verification protocols. He has permission to negotiate with all the packs, including this one. So you shouldn't have any problem with that. It's just a matter of purchasing the new program and adjusting the se

“Take good care of her. She’s the only Santoro heir now.” The door closed with a dry click. The silence was absolute. Rocco put the gun away. Came to me. “I swear I’ll protect you. Both of you. Until the end of my life.” He kissed the top of my forehead. His lips stayed there for a second. Two. Three. Sealing a promise. I closed my eyes. Luna whimpered softly in my arms. And I thought that maybe we were never truly safe. Maybe the mafia was like a virus—gets into your blood and never leaves.