Protetor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.

My feet shuddered and for a moment of euphoria, I swore that the stones themselves commemorated the return of that lost soul. "I never thought that the gates of hell would be so unprotected," I spoke with a slightly debauched smile. My lips seemed extremely dry there, and I felt desperate for a sip of water as soon as I spent saliva to talk. Vraxlon didn't have any fun in his eyes when he spoke again. "And who said they are unprotected? "He indicated with a slight arch of eyebrows on my back, and as soon as I turned around, I choked. "This is your pet, Your Majesty. Cerberus, the protector of your gates.”

“This isn’t something you take lightly. Once you open it, there’s no going back.” I hesitated, my fingers hovering just above the cover. “Why are you showing me this? What do you get out of it?” Her expression softened, though her eyes remained sharp. “Let’s just say I have a vested interest in seeing you make the right choice. The bond you share with your protector… it’s more than a connection. It’s a cage. And if you don’t sever it, it will consume you.” Her words sent a chill down my spine. “What do you mean, ‘consume me’?”

I stood up, and Pandora's eyes locked on mine for a single hesitant second before lowering again, as if she couldn’t even look directly at me. "Miss." No one had called me that before, in my short stay with the Frostbites. The difference was striking. "I don’t know what happened in the forest," I said. "But he acted to protect me. If there’s anything I can do—" "I—his life cannot be compared to yours," she said. Somehow, it seemed like she wasn’t saying this of her own will, forcing herself to spit those words through gritted teeth. "What really matters is your safety, and in our territory—"

Instead, I turned towards Cliff and Joel, and began getting one thing off my chest. "Do you.." I cleared my throat. "Do you have them too?" I asked. They shared a look, then each held out one wrist. On it was tattooed the same thing, in clear, dark black ink. Κατερίνα's προστάτης - (Katerina's protector). This time, this time I did smile. I felt whole, safe. "So.. it's official then." I breathed. Nothing comes between us.

“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.

The sand from below thickened and moved up on air, and Heian was not controlling it, but an army of Sandmasters from the eastern part of Muhler arrived as well. “Reinforcements?” Esdras looked untroubled. He released his hellfire, the red particles around thickened. Meanwhile, the king strengthened his protective shield using the Protexerium to protect all of his companions. Wallace and Enkille made a physical shield made of ice. They were not holding back now. The squad unleashed their power to the fullest to survive.

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

"Hazel, look. You have to see this." Logan called my attention and I moved to sit next to him. He pointed to the page and I read it. It said something about a protector. "Every one chosen to protect the Blood Eye Amulet is given a protector that is selected under the rays of the first Omen Moon," I read out loud. Everyone stopped and looked at me. I knew what they were asking me with their eyes. "I don't have a protector. I don't even know when the next Omen moon is."

“Mom said that already. But what is a protector? And why do I need one?” “A protector is exactly what it sounds like,” Myles explained. “They protect you—keep you safe, detect any threats or danger. They can feel your emotions so they know when you need them, and they are incredibly resistant to almost all forms of magic—even magical mind control and magical weapons.” I nodded again, remembering how Drew had absorbed my uncontrolled magical outburst earlier that had forced those giant golden wings to appear out of my back. “And why—” “Because you’re the Fae princess. The heir to the fairy throne. All the Fae heirs have always had protectors. It’s part of the fairy magic,” a deep, authoritati