Protectors Novels & Stories

On the day the kidnappers killed my son, I did not cry. I paid top dollar for the best lawyer in the city to argue that the kidnapper was innocent. And once he was free, I signed ten percent of my shares over to him. I also gave him the house my son had loved most. My husband, Alex Thomas, slapped me in front of the press. He called me a cold-blooded monster. People on social media boycotted my company and demanded my family kick me out. I endured every insult and every attack in silence. At the review hearing, I looked at my husband. "I thought you, of all people, would understand me."

said the one on Ursa’s right, his gaze sharp and unblinking as he studied my face. “Vanus,” the last one drawled from the left, yawning like he was already bored with the entire situation. I stepped back, relieved they weren’t members of any pack hunting us. The Guardians. That’s who they were. The Protectors of our kind who also had the power to wipe a rebellious pack. They seldom appeared anywhere, which meant their presence here was no coincidence. Something had dragged them from the safety of the Castle of Protectors into the outside world, and it couldn’t have been anything small.

“Yes, please go on.” “Is it possible to send some guards to patrol the road going here?” “With permission from the Boss. We can. But if the young lady has asked us. There wouldn’t be any problems,” answered the guard. “Please do that and report to me if you find anything suspicious,” I ordered the guard, who nodded. I pushed myself up again. I at least had to reach my room before I could. My entire body would collapse. I can’t show my weak self to others. I can’t show my tears to them.

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.

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

“Are you two very worried about my safety?” Lilibeth and Zbynek paused awkwardly, looking flustered. “Turns out not all who serve Waitara are bad guys.” James sighed softly. “Are you the only ones in the Historial Palace?” Zbynek answered, “You got it wrong. We don’t serve Waitara. We are the Left and Right Protectors of the Path.” “Oh…” James’ brows arched. “Protectors of the Path, huh? Whose Path and philosophies do you protect, then?”

“Supreme Protectors? More like Supreme Robbers! Hah, you’re even talking about protecting the Earth! Question: what have you done to protect our planet? Have you even battled within the ancient boundary, or have you been to Mount Oro?” The woman replied, “We Protectors are an ancient, traditional, legitimate organization. Our president is a person of status and background too.” “What status and background?” Beatrice egged on. “Do they wear masks and pretend to be dogs like you guys?” The woman was enraged. “I’ll have you know that those who insult the president are sentenced to death. Since this is your first time making such a

This one was black and looked a little bigger. “When did you get this?” She asked. “I’ve had it for a few months now. I have a friend who specializes in armoured vehicles.” The rest of the drive was quiet. Nick held her hand as she watched the night scenery zoom by her. Thirty minutes later they were pulling up to an old abandoned building. “This is the place.” He announced. “Quaint.” She replied sarcastically. A few seconds later a black range rover pulled up beside them. It was Pete. She could see an unmarked police car with the front doors open a hundred feet away.

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.

Once the Mage Master had opened the passageway, the tunnels split into multiple forks. Dom divided his rescue members into groups and everyone left according to the plan and instructions. As expected, many magical and werewolf traps were laid at every step. SHS was a common thing now, but Dom, with the help of his sub-deltas Edmond, Clara, and Nathaniel, had created a set of armor that protected the most vulnerable parts of the body, prone to SHS shots.