The Protector Levi Garrison Free Novels & Stories

Just wait, you will be begging for me. The next morning I woke up early for training. I needed to stretch my muscles and Petro wanted to be let out. I was looking forward to sparring with Garrison again. He wasn’t exactly a match for me, but he was the strongest warrior here that could hold his own against me. After he had begged me to train him and show him the fighting techniques I had learned with Red Lake Pack, he had improved drastically. He would serve well as Rose’s Gamma. I trusted him with her life. Garrison had told me that Beta Leo would have been the strongest opponent for me, but he had been MIA since the loss of the former Alpha. His son, Guile, had stepped in for him f

Levi reaches around my waist and pulls me to him. "Yes, our mate is lovely and worth protecting," Levi says with a bit of hostility in his voice. Grayson does not seem to notice as his eyes never leave mine. Grayson speaks again. "If I had a mate like you, I would kill anyone that threatened you myself." His eyes then cut to Levi. Oh, this is not good, I think to myself.

"If we don't reach the outflow in ninety seconds, we drown in the dark." They ran through the maze of concrete and steel, their footsteps echoing like heartbeats. As they reached the massive circular outflow that led to the Singapore Strait, a figure was waiting for them. It was The Protector. He stood in the shadows, his heavy ballistic armor dripping with water. He held a small, glowing device in his hand—the Syndicate Black-Box. "The boy is safe, Ma'am," the Protector said, his voice a gravelly rumble. Elena stopped, her heart leaping. "Where is he? Where is Leo?"

I sensed her watching us and piecing it together. “He’s my protector,” she whispered. My head looked towards her at her words. “It’s like…” She bobbed her head around as she thought. “It’s like a gamma. The protector is chosen specially for the luna, to keep her safe when her mate can’t. Drew’s kind of the fairy version of a gamma. For me.” I looked back at Drew for confirmation, and he nodded. “That’s all we can really tell you right now,” she finished.

They say the guards are there to keep me safe, but they are really just spies making sure the Lost Luna Heiress does not run away into the trees. Genevieve brought two massive guards for this trip to Crimson Moon City. They are the only wolves she could bribe to help her force an illegal mate bond. Whenever the family leaves the lodge, those two guards look at me like I am a piece of fresh deer meat. I call them Growler and Mean-Eyes. Mean-Eyes even tried to touch my tail when he helped me up the stairs after Genevieve put sleeping root in my water. I have to escape these awful wolves right now.

Never. ( ￣︿￣ )ノ ‘Not. Letting. Baby. Out. Of. Sight.’ Blackie: (◞‸ლ) ‘…Trey, shields up, this might get nasty.’ And thus, the brave zombie warrior Levi, with bloodshot eyes and unyielding spirit that didn’t fear death, forced the other three little minions to line up and follow his domineering lead. Marching onwards and beyond! To their deat– ahem, the totally non-fatal lunch appointment.

"We are in pursuit." Mitzy passed on the information. "Laney and Laura have visuals," she informed Aaron. “You got a message for the ladies?” Upon hearing the annoyance in Mitzy’s voice, Aaron sighed. He hated that she was in such a position because of his past. Pushing his personal feelings aside, he tried to focus on the task at hand. Though Aaron would appreciate the women doing whatever it took to take out Giovani, Jack had not done anything wrong, not yet anyway. Therefore, he fell under the protection of the Guardians. "The newbie's name is Jack Cook, and he's not a Rogue, not yet anyway. If they should happen to engage Giovani, tell them to keep that in mind. Jack needs to be brought

* "Now, I'm going to leave you with a set of instructions and Gwendal here is going to guard you for the next one week or more you'll be here..." So... We're in the middle of getting instructions from Jonathan as I'm still overwhelmed with the fact that I was chosen to do something that involves saving the world or two worlds even "Ok... Wait, O-one week!?!" I gave the What-would-I-be-doing-here-for-one-whole-Freakin'-week face to Jonathan

"It's us, brothers!" "Gareon," Keron acknowledged. "What are you--are you the Patrol Team sent by Forward Post-131 earlier?" "Yeah," Gareon replied as Keron and his team slowly neared. Behind Gareon, three more tended on a sitting Protectorate with an abdominal wound. "His regeneration tank was busted." He approached the bloodied brother with Keron following closely. "What the hell happened?" Keron asked as he watched the wounded Protectorate hovered his hand over the horizontal laceration of his stomach. He watched as a faint glow escaped from the palm of the Protectorate, who attempted to seal it up with little progress.

“To answer the knight, this humble man was once a gamma in the Marshland Army, but was removed when the lord changed. I live in the forest now. I survive there.” Up close, I noticed just how tall he was. “You are talented,” Sir Calhoun told him. “If you do not mind, come with me and train under me. You will teach the young knights.” The man hesitated. “No… I am fine in the forest.” “I insist,” Sir Calhoun said again. After a beat, the masked man nodded. “Very well. I am Levi, a former gamma.” “Guard the lady’s carriage, Gamma Levi,” Sir Calhoun ordered gently. “You must allow the healers to tend to you after.”