Novelas y relatos de Protectors

One of the alphas on another unit says. “That is correct, but what no one outside of us and the council knows is that the shift we felt was the protector coming into its power. The protector is already of age and is currently training to take their rightful place. The protector team has been working with the vampires and the bears to get a well-rounded training. We will not disclose the protector’s identity until they are ready to come forward.” Everyone is shocked at this revelation. I notice that a couple of us did not show surprise. I guess the others are part of the packs that are training the protector now.

And in time, each of their stories shall unfold. There were nine angels in all, three Protectors, three Warriors, and three Saviors. Each triad had their own powers and orders, and none could cross over without severe penalty, and possible banishment. Protectors were adept at spinning spells, weaving magic, and creating talismans for the safety and protection of the human race. On the rare occasion, they could wield a sword offensively, however their swords were mostly use for defense. Warriors had brawn and analytical minds for warfare, and used blessed swords as their weapon of choice. And Saviors were meant to heal those with

I asked. " I don't know. But they aren't going to get you. The faerie was right. This entire pack will protect you. I have vetted everyone. And then revetted them. And the had a private investigator vet them. They are all clean. None of them are spies. I can promise you that." He says. " Yeah. I know that. But someone is still sneaking into our room at nighttime. And someone is killing people. What if those deaths are on me?" I asked.

It had been my fucking duty to protect her, but I had failed her and I'm not about to fail anymore of my pack members. I summoned a meeting with every body on the security team, Derek running around to aid the effectiveness of everything. He was the sanity and anchor that I needed at the moment and I was holding on by a thread. "Scour the area, I want everything that can be found to be reported to the lab too, I'll have the best forensic scientist I can find in there. Everything should be picked. We don't need their fucking scent to find the idiots bold enough to mess with my pack."

And then looked at the fire crackling in front of them. “When the civilizations where young, the Lord of the Heavens chose three gifted humans to protect the chamber of knowledge and history. He chose them not because of their lineage but because for their specific gifts. One could summon any creature, both magical and mythical, another could make the elements stopped as if he lorded it while another controls the elements. They’re called the guardians. Their purpose is to protect the secrets which lies inside the Chamber and only them could access it.” “Why so, mama?” she inquired as she inched closer to her mother.

“What do you mean the heiress of the Protector, Jackson?” Mr. Jackson sighed and stopped digging the ground. “The Sacred Land buried some important clues about the second Protector.” Auntie Caroline inhaled. “The Second Protector was an heiress?” Mr. Jackson nodded. “Clayton started to research about it!” He put his shovel again to shove some ground and made a big hole enough to bury all three dead rabbit bodies.

I noticed he was staring at me, he nodded, responding to my question. "Well I don't like people going through my things when I'm not there" I told him and he nodded, apologising. "I think I owe you a thanks for saving me, again" I said to him. "You don't, it's my responsibility. You were meant to be saved. I'm your mate and I'm meant to be your protector " he said with an emotion I couldn't name flashing in his eyes.

I was certain that I looked as red as a tomato right about now. There were many of us who ended up eating together, and it was great to get to know everyone. The Mazarine Protectors were masters of the elements. An element chose their Protector. Yes, you heard me right. For example, Lady Amaralyn Mazarine was chosen by fire while her sister was chosen by water. The Velardi Protectors were connected with Mother Earth. They had influence over the environment and some even had influence over animals. Sir Daverly Velardi, for example, had influence over any living animal.

The unimpressed glares I got from them were enough for my self-esteem to hit rock bottom. "No real fighting." Viktor's hand tightened around the cover of a worn-out book. "What do they do, then?" I knew this was where the accusations were going to start, the ones I felt so uneasy about. My brows furrowed. "They usually act as... mediators? Reproducers? Keep the pack peaceful?" I sounded so much like a defeated woman now. A wounded thing, just waiting for the attack. Defending myself was never this hard. Defending my clan was even worse, and even worse again if it was by defending Gregor's ideas.

***Selene*** I'm Selene and I've been cursed to protect the golden bloodline all my life. It was not an easy task as I had to fight off almost all the werewolves in the world to protect it. Our family has been cursed to be the protector of the golden bloodline and to also protect the person whom it chooses. It has been passed from one generation to another and it's my turn. It is a blessing and also a curse.