Protectors Novels & Stories

“Do you really not need my help in this case? She might hurt you. If I appear, she won't dare to hit you." Saint looked at Celine with cold eyes mixed with worry, he didn't know why he was protecting Celine in this case, and he also didn't know why he was worried about Celine, but he knew that he was extremely unhappy when he saw any injuries on Celine's face. However, Celine did not feel the strangeness in Saint's words. She smiled and said to Saint.

“We assumed he wouldn't attack in broad daylight, but the police say Sharpe was killed a few hours ago. He's more dangerous than we know. I'm guessing you couldn't convince Frances to call off the dig... - No way. “Then we need to secure the site, round-the-clock surveillance. “I agree,” Pietra said. “And if we're dealing with a magical wolf, we'll need some sort of magical protection. - What do you mean? “I can't believe I'm suggesting this, but maybe Clara has some charms or spells or things that could help protect us. Pietra glanced at her watch. “By the time I got back to town, she had already closed up shop. But I'll be back tomorrow. Caleb picked up his helmet. “I'm heading back to the

Jillie I sat in the front row with Jarren and about fifteen guards surrounding us. It was the first time we’d ever had to have protection around us, other than our royal wedding. Well, it was the first time that I could actually see them. Jarren informed me that they were there every time we went out or I went out without him and other people around. It was cold in the building, and even with all of the people surrounding me, it was still freezing, probably because their body temperatures were in the fifties.

"I built it for contingencies. But yes. For you." I pull my laptop from my bag and connect it to the relay. The screen flickers. The encrypted channel activates, handshake protocols scrolling faster than I can read. SECURE CONNECTION ESTABLISHED WAITING... Then: a message. White text on a black background. Stark. HELLO, VARIABLE. I'VE BEEN EXPECTING YOU. — THE SPIRIT OF 1988 I type back, my fingers cold. WHO ARE YOU? THE GUARDIAN. THE LAST PROTECTOR OF THE REGISTRY.

"The Sovereign is focusing all my processing power on the pregnancy. I’m... I’m going offline." He didn't hesitate. He scooped me up into his arms, his hold so tight I could barely breathe. It was that obsessive, suffocating protection I had grown to love and fear in equal measure. "I don't care if you go offline," he hissed, his eyes scanning the darkening sky for drones. "I am the Shield. I am the only firewall you need. I will burn every city on this map before I let them touch either of you."

“Isabel Vega. This is Yuki Sato. We both have been assigned to your protection detail starting today.” Yuki gave a small, cheerful wave. “Hey. Nice to meet you. We’re the ones who’ll make sure nobody gets too close.” I stared at them, my pulse was already quickening. Protection detail? Another layer of walls around me? “Why?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended it.“I didn’t ask for more guards. I already have enough people watching my every move.” Isabel didn’t blink. “Did Sir Niccolò not tell you?”

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 protectors. Basically, if anything happens to you, physically speaking, like pain-wise, it happens to them too." Stark summed it up. I stared at him. "How could you possibly know that?" I asked him. "Well, I was rogue for a while was I not?" He winked at me and I laughed uneasily. This is what I needed. Laughters and smiles, not pity and tears.

MMy whole being froze, eyes cascading down to her vulnerable form. “Eliana,” Murmuring, I embraced her back protectively. “Denzel, Kyle, he- he,” I won’t let anyone or anything harm her, she was my responsibility and I won’t let a single scratch appear on her. I would protect her. “Hey, hey, don’t cry. I am here now. Nothing will happen,” I whispered, not allowing her to leave my arms, keeping her against me so I could protect her from all the evil.

"What threat could justify approaching vampires who have isolated themselves and also have very good reasons to hate your kind. Connor helped Tommy to his feet before speaking. "The prophecy child," Tommy said. "Annie Morales—the vessel Killian is protecting—is pregnant with a child that's prophesied to end all supernatural life. Every vampire, every werewolf, every witch. Extinction. And Killian doesn't care. He's protecting her anyway. Protecting the very thing that will destroy us all." Candice's countenance showed interest. "I've heard whispers of this prophecy," she said slowly. "Rumours. Most dismiss it as superstition. Why should I believe you?"

“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.