The Protector Novels & Stories

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

"The Sovereign is focusing all my processing power on the pregnancy. I’m... I’m going offline." He didn't hesitate. He scooped me up into his arms, his hold so tight I could barely breathe. It was that obsessive, suffocating protection I had grown to love and fear in equal measure. "I don't care if you go offline," he hissed, his eyes scanning the darkening sky for drones. "I am the Shield. I am the only firewall you need. I will burn every city on this map before I let them touch either of you."

I made a vow: as long as I had power, I'd protect his bloodline. But now, his most pathetic descendant destroyed the roots. And with them, my power. I couldn't protect the Asters anymore. Blinking back tears, I reached out, hands shaking, and helped Henrietta up. "I've guarded this family for two centuries. When Julian got sick as a kid, when that car crash nearly killed him—I gave up pieces of myself to bring him back. But that power's gone. My body's giving out. Your family's future? That's on you now."

“Isabel Vega. This is Yuki Sato. We both have been assigned to your protection detail starting today.” Yuki gave a small, cheerful wave. “Hey. Nice to meet you. We’re the ones who’ll make sure nobody gets too close.” I stared at them, my pulse was already quickening. Protection detail? Another layer of walls around me? “Why?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended it.“I didn’t ask for more guards. I already have enough people watching my every move.” Isabel didn’t blink. “Did Sir Niccolò not tell you?”

“What do you mean the heiress of the Protector, Jackson?” Mr. Jackson sighed and stopped digging the ground. “The Sacred Land buried some important clues about the second Protector.” Auntie Caroline inhaled. “The Second Protector was an heiress?” Mr. Jackson nodded. “Clayton started to research about it!” He put his shovel again to shove some ground and made a big hole enough to bury all three dead rabbit bodies.

Alphaeus said. “We had all thought that her entire family died but we were wrong and if she is alive, then that means the other last protector is alive as they are connected,” he said. The moon goddess must have been really crazy to have put a protector in the midst of lycans and werewolves,” Arthur growled angrily. Protectors and Lycans were mortal enemies just like Alphaeus had told Amelia. Protectors were the group of people who had been blessed and bestowed special powers to protect the supernatural and human world by the moon goddess herself.

“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

Definitely not attackers. I swipe it open. There’s only one sentence. " Your protector isn’t who you think." That’s it. No greeting. No signature. No threat. Just that one suffocating sentence. My breath turns shallow. My fingers go cold. Your protector. It has to mean Cole.

He was smiling at me, so it must have been something good. “I actually hadn’t heard the term before, so I contacted my mentor. Dent said that Protectors are the equivalent of a Guardian. Seekers and Keepers often elect their own Protector because few if any are even gifted a Guardian. You were gifted three Guardians, even though Dent believes that you were gifted his parents simply because he was too young. Anyways, Dent has found out why you are this Key that has been searched for, if you are interested in knowing.” I stared at him, waiting for him to continue, but I realized he was waiting for my confirmation. I smiled and nodded for him to continue.