The Lord Is Our Protector Novels & Stories

The Great Protector and the rest of his subordinates entered respectfully. They quickly stood next to Harvey, folding their arms. “The protectors will never stand with a despicable man like him! “We’re in charge of protecting the entirety of Heaven’s Gate, and not just some random people!” the Great Protector exclaimed. Since you’re here to uphold justice, the protectors will surely stand with you!” “The Law Enforcement Hall has always been fair and just as well!” Kaysen added coldly.

I asked, my voice quieter now, hesitant. Damon stopped mid-step. He didn't turn. For a long moment, I thought he wouldn't answer. But then, just when I had convinced myself to let the question die, he spoke. "Protection." The word was barely above a whisper, but it held more weight than I expected. I swallowed hard. "That's all?" His hands clenched at his sides. "That's all I have to offer." A bitter smile curled at my lips. Of course. Damon Thorne, the ever-dutiful Alpha. The protector. The warrior.

He smiled as he nestled into his mother's arms. "A very long time ago, at the beginning of creation to be precise, Our Creator came to this planet to see what can be done to make it more useful. He thus created everything you see around us, the land, water, trees, animals, every thing natural he had made. He named it earth. He went back to his home and as powerful as he is made seven Protectors whom would watch over the planet and make sure it is safe. To the seven he gave immeasurable powers. He then created mortals to live on this planet, and the seven Protectors guarded and watched the city from above and never let their guard down.

Chapter Twenty-one: [Release from the bondage] "We all need it. I, too, need justice because I suffer from it, as well as protection when ruthless people attack me and respect when they humiliate me," Rhoda continues. "Jesus Christ suffers more even though He is sinless, He accepts and embraces it. I'm a sinner too, and so are you with others," Rhoda says. "Let us all turn to God Edwin because He is the only God who has the power to protect us."

I stared at her plainly now even as she continued talking in her dramatic tone. “This would make this Werewolf the Protector of the Werewolf Reigns since they would harbor the strength, wisdom, and spirit of a god. They would be able to lead their people to war as their Champion and come out triumphantly.” She said and was beginning to notice how weirdly I was staring at her. She said the last Paragraph less-dramatically now.

The next time we would meet, I was sure that he would kill me first before asking questions. This was why I needed a protector. Someone strong enough to get rid of Jonathan for me. Jonathan had Alpha blood in him and with the help of his occasional madness, he would be unstoppable against even the strongest werewolves. But I believed that Lucian would be able to take him down. Which was why I desperately needed him on my side. “Well, I don’t have the time to play bodyguard with you. And as for your thoughts on this matter, I was only being courteous.”

Alma had never experienced this, though the young girl stared at Alma with excitement and curiously, Alma could also see that the same eyes had two meaning. Her eyes were clearly screaming, “read my future, I dare you.” Alma smiled at the young girl, she would rather not show that she feared the seven-year-old. “Alma, did you ever see the protectors?” The young girl asked as smiled brightly at her. “Yes, and I'll tell you the story” Alma said as she smiled at the girl. “The protectors are the chosen ones of the Sovereigns. They are the strongest, fastest and most powerful of each race,” Alma wheezed out, trying to suppress a cough.

***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.

He was looking at me with his mean narrowed eyes, he must have guessed I hadn't heard a word he said, and I knew this was the moment he’d been waiting for to get back at me. His name was Glykos, why he was called that I had no idea because there was nothing sweet about him. He was a mean asshole who'd had it in for me ever since Christos Makris had taught him a “lesson” "I asked you to repeat my order!" He sneered. I felt myself loose some color and my mind raced thinking of a way out of this, when one of his companions, a thin bald man called Stick, said, “Don’t stand there staring at us, go get the bottle of Raminsta.”

“Maybe I’m meant to go now and I go straight to Ava, but you come later? What did your prophecy say?” His mouth fell open like he’d just had an epiphany. “I take the long road. I must have to deal with the rogues. ‘Her protector walks the weary road, bearing the weight of the heavy load… with every step, a challenge new, obstacles that block his view.’” He met my eyes, his still wide. “I know what I need to do. You go straight to Ava. You are her strength, you help her keep going, no matter what he puts her through.” “What do you do?”