The Protector Levi Garrison Free Novels & Stories

He paused for a while, then continued to speak. "I work for an organization called the GOH,Guardians of the Hex. We fight all sort of bad, human and non human. We use advanced technology and combat to fight our enemies" he emphasized. Confusion struck me.I didn't know how to react. I felt proud of my father, I also felt angry at him for abandoning his family to save the world. As I lifted my gaze, I saw my father looking back at me, I smiled, hoping he could not see the anger within me as I was embarrassed to show my true feelings to people I hadn’t known that long.

‘Poachers? “I know what you told me.” Aedre told the younger. “But this is what I’ve been training for all my life. A guardian’s life is all about protecting what we deemed important to us.” “Life’s not only about that.” Tivona argued. “It’s also about living it to the fullest so that you can wake up another day to do what you loved to do. Tell me, is all being a guardian worth it?” The other didn’t answer as she just looked away and waited.

I had to protect myself. Damn that rogue! I knew it. He was never the type who would keep a secret. I gave them a small smile. “I am not. I do not have that ability.” “All good. There’s nothing to treat now. The wounds healed cleanly. I thought you said this person is dying?” the doctor who examined the rogue announced. The guard looked at the rogue confused. “I was definitely right. I saw it with my own eyes.” “His wolf helped him. That’s the only possible explanation right now.”

specifically Scarlett… "Maybe we should wait...to finish off the Ruiz's family?." Franky, his fellow bounty assassin frowned a bit. "....You should not worry. Boss always is always one step ahead," The dark-haired prosthetic assassin shakily responded. "...I'll go get Seto." The dark-haired prosthetic assassin offered no rear, for once he can tell his boss truly means what he says..."Whew! So that ends it all!" Well….. No, it was just the beginning of the end…. Of everyone's end.

I said to her, “this way they have no legal claim over you.” “So I’m a rogue now?” she asked me. “Accept my offer of protection and you won’t be,” I said to her. “I accept you, Griffin Woods, as my protector,” she whispered and the pain stopped. “I, Griffin Woods, solemnly swear to protect you against those that seek your death, duty bound as a guardian to eradicate those that seek to harm you,” I said.

“She’s under my protection. You cross her, you cross me.” A cold laugh cuts through the air. “Protection? You’re a fool if you think this girl’s safe.” I step closer, voice low and deadly. “Say it again.” The leader’s smile fades. “She’s a liability. We can’t have your weakness endangering us all.” “Then you leave her alone,” I warn. They exchange glances—silent threats hanging heavy. This isn’t just a warning. It’s a declaration of war. I won’t let them touch Eden.

Her face heated when the memory flashed in her mind. “Good morning, Mr Lopes. My name is Isaiah Wilson, part-owner of Global Security, and this is Palmer Burris. He’ll be one of the bodyguards charged to protect your daughter.” Palmer gave a curt nod; his hands clasped behind him. Hearing the news that Palmer–the man she had earth shattering sex with last night–was now her bodyguard, Natalie’s knees nearly buckled under her. She faltered to the nearest lounge sofa and plunked down. Her eyes finding refuge in the scene of high-rise buildings, their windows reflecting the morning sun.

"Hold her down. If she's my savior, let her save me again—with her blood." Isabella screamed, thrashing like a wild thing. "No! Julian, you're insane! Let me go! Don't touch me!" The bodyguards didn't blink. They slammed her to the floor. Dr. Wells grabbed the same device he'd used on Sera—quietly prepping for the transfusion.

“Take good care of her. She’s the only Santoro heir now.” The door closed with a dry click. The silence was absolute. Rocco put the gun away. Came to me. “I swear I’ll protect you. Both of you. Until the end of my life.” He kissed the top of my forehead. His lips stayed there for a second. Two. Three. Sealing a promise. I closed my eyes. Luna whimpered softly in my arms. And I thought that maybe we were never truly safe. Maybe the mafia was like a virus—gets into your blood and never leaves.

Irene's Pov The morning of the Unity Hunt was the kind of crisp, clear day that should have been beautiful, but it just felt like a countdown to an execution. The whole estate was buzzing. Guards were polishing boots, and the high-ranking wolves were preening. It was a show for the public, a way to say look how united we are, while beneath the surface, we were all bleeding. I was wearing leather hunting gear. My shoulder was stiff but functional, and I was hyper-aware of the folded piece of paper tucked into my waistband.