Protectors Novels & Stories

, Shane said out loud. Everyone but Mariana looked at him confused, Ava just giggled. “Powerful witches and warlocks have protectors, they usually find them by the age of thirteen. It’s an instinct, a bond only the witch or warlock can feel. When the protector is revealed, his or her eyes turn silver and they feel a powerful bond. A bond so strong and loyal, even overriding that of the mate bond, it ensures that the protector will always choose her, if the need arises.

"Yeah, I know, Reecey, it's too much time that we've wasted, and it just goes to show that we're not immune from junk circumstances that can weigh us down." "That's what I'm saying baby, don't worry about the other ring for now. It's in safe keeping, Papa is holding on to it." "This ring is also tracker modified. It doesn't have to be rotated or anything. The sensor will determine a predetermined set of factors such as sustained levels of stress, heart rate, temperature and water depth, temperature, and how long you've been in the water." "Really Reece? Can't I just have a normal ring?" She slapped my hand as I was running it up and down between her bra cladded breast.

It's as if the hostility has zapped her very energy. "No one has threatened us. But I...I do have concerns regarding our safety," she says softly, and my eyebrows raise a little. I thought she was feeling like me. I thought she was upset we weren't making more of a connection with the races. The male announcer moves closer to our end of the table and looks Krystal directly in the eyes. "You are very safe here, Krystal. The Harvest is a highly protected tournament. Many soldiers are stationed all over Kea right now to ensure the safety of the participants and the audience," he says and Krystal shakes her head before glancing at us.

We had just passed out before anything could take place, had we already? There is something that faintly touches my cheek as I am wiping the water off of my face. I am unable to move. My eyes get the sensation that they are about to pop out of their sockets. My ring for the engagement. I was so excited to get into the shower that I forgot to remove it first. I can't help but smile, knowing that Ramsey would be so angry. Regarding the warranty and insurance, he never quit talking about them. It dawns on me, and my smile begins to go away.

Alphaeus said. “We had all thought that her entire family died but we were wrong and if she is alive, then that means the other last protector is alive as they are connected,” he said. The moon goddess must have been really crazy to have put a protector in the midst of lycans and werewolves,” Arthur growled angrily. Protectors and Lycans were mortal enemies just like Alphaeus had told Amelia. Protectors were the group of people who had been blessed and bestowed special powers to protect the supernatural and human world by the moon goddess herself.

From his tone of voice and the grim expression on his face, I know that things are not simple. "There was a small faction of witches that were known as Protectors. They never participated in anything but only came in when the balance of the universe was under immense threat. However, we heard that the vampires wiped them long before the great war." Arthur just starts talking before even going through the contents of the USB drive.

Rozralas reminded Lia. "Everyone knows that but why are we targeting Vlad and Hiro?" "Okay, I will tell you what I know." Rozralas uttered. "Do you know what a protector is?" "To protect someone or something, it's already in the name 'Protector' so what's new about it?" Lia demanded impatiently. "Yes, Vlad is a protector." "I don't understand, a protector to what?" "In ancient days there was only one protector who would protect whoever he or she was assigned to protect. Now you may not know but once the Equinox comes, the Millennium Wolf will be powerless and be in a state of a peaceful death until the Equinox is gone." Rozralas explained further.

“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.

"The protectors?" The bowl between them pulsed once, twice. The liquid inside rose like a wave before settling. "I thought they were gone," he whispered. "I thought they died out generations ago." "The protectors do not die." The sage's voice was flat. "They disappear. They wait for something that peaks their interest." "For what?"

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 choosing violence first, you become the threat we are supposed to prote