The Protector Chinese Novel Novels & Stories

The pain of his touch fades a little as the horror of what he's planning for me settles over me like a dark cloud. He suddenly pushes me back so that I land hard on my ass but he only looms over me. I push back to the nearest wall and pulls my knees to my chest to protect myself since I know from experience that he's physically ten times stronger than me. No use in trying to put up a fight.

He flinched. "Jeez! Jasira, cool it. Since you want nothing, I think I should go straight to the point then," he said and adjusted his hat. "You better do", she snapped. He exhaled deeply. "Well Jasira, you know what I have always wanted. I'm the kind of man you need for Christ's sake, a fierce man like me, someone to protect you, someone to love you the way you have ever wanted. Don't you think?" He asked raising up his shoulders as he spoke.

A heat signature, faint but steady, moving through the ruins of a collapsed dome. And then, a single word appeared in the center of thescreen, written in the cold, precise font of the Shield: PROTECT. I stood up, the grief in my chest turning into a cold, burning resolve. He was down there. Somewhere in thedark. And if he had spent his life being my shield, I wouldspend the rest of mine being his light.

He placed a hand on his face, " smart, kind and a freaking hybrid.... You must dear is the reincarnation of hybrid Veronica and you're a great treat," He stopped talking. I find it hard to believe, my parents would go ask for help from a powerful witch and so many years have and they haven't thought about telling me, rather they sent me here to the academy and didn't even card. "So? What do you want from me?".. I reinstated my eyesight on him. "Oh! It's simple, win the tournament and become a protector of the three realms,". He showed me a picture of what happens when someone becomes a protector, that person becomes a full-fledged werewolf but in my case, a tribrid ". He expressed and swiftl

She won’t be going to a strange place to do it. “Yes. Thank you.” “I will do what is needed to protect you and for you to be able to protect yourself.” “Ambrose, what would they do to me if they did get me?” she whimpers. “Don’t worry about it or even think about it. You are fine. No one will get to you. I promise.” I reach over and squeeze her hand. “I hope so.”

Their journey had forged unbreakable bonds, and the lessons learned would guide them as they continued to protect their lands and uphold the harmony of the cosmos. Luna knew that the path of a protector was one of constant vigilance and sacrifice. But as long as her pack stood beside her, their unity shining as brightly as the stars, they would face any challenge that threatened the cosmic balance. And so, Luna, the chosen protector, and her pack embraced their destiny, their light shining as a beacon of hope amidst the vastness of the universe. Their tale would echo through time, a testament to the unwavering power of unity, love, and the eternal fight against darkness.

“It’s taken a lot of time to find the information but based on the information Demetri has been able to give us and your own reactions to multiple situations, there are multiple alphas and doctors that are willing to say that you, Cole, are a protector.” “What does that mean?” He’s confused as anyone would be. “It means exactly what it is.” I take over the conversation. “You protect those who can’t protect themselves.” “I still don’t understand.” He shakes his head as he hangs it down. “It’s okay.” I try to soothe. “The legend of the protectors runs parallel with the legend of gifted werewolves.” I continue as Deven and Cassius have yet to add in.

I couldn't protect Friska, who had helped me and ensured the crazy man didn't catch Corvina. 'Lavanya! Please, wake up. You are fine now and forever. Tayron and Zion will protect you. Don't worry about anything.' My wolf screamed again. Tayron and Zion, they're going to protect me, but if they find out what happened to me while I was there. I was unsure and afraid they would throw me away. I'm a bitch. 'Lavanya. Please, you are not a bitch. Don't think of yourself like that.' My wolf was crying, and her voice was shaking violently.

“Powerful witches and warlocks have protectors, they usually find them by the age of thirteen. It’s an instinct, a bond only the witch or warlock can feel. When the protector is revealed, his or her eyes turn silver and they feel a powerful bond. A bond so strong and loyal, even overriding that of the mate bond, it ensures that the protector will always choose her, if the need arises. That's amazing”, Selene said out loud. Everyone nodded in agreement, Hannah smiled proudly at her mate. Jared nuzzled a giggling Ava, he now felt a strong bond with, he loved her like a father loves his pup, an invisible force that tethered them and made him want to kill anyone who even looked her her wrong. He

She bored into Bryan's bulged eyes. "Trust me the end of the world is much more gawping than I am~” Then the immortal looked into the slightly glowing marigold eyes on the Godmother of the Caneloveft's wrinkled face now speaking directly to her. “What makes you lot think all these commotion caused by the Protector won’t break out eventually.” as the Immortal pointed out the old lady nodded to her guard to disengage their weapons from the Immortal, suddenly red mist enveloped everyone.