The Protector Novels & Stories

“Supreme Protectors? More like Supreme Robbers! Hah, you’re even talking about protecting the Earth! Question: what have you done to protect our planet? Have you even battled within the ancient boundary, or have you been to Mount Oro?” The woman replied, “We Protectors are an ancient, traditional, legitimate organization. Our president is a person of status and background too.” “What status and background?” Beatrice egged on. “Do they wear masks and pretend to be dogs like you guys?” The woman was enraged. “I’ll have you know that those who insult the president are sentenced to death. Since this is your first time making such a mistake, you just have to slap yourself ten times.” Smack, smack

Perhaps the V'rounian monarchy are downgrading the threat that the Dusk Riders had posed. There were rumors spreading of the Dusk Riders making pacts with V'rounian deities, but these weren't confirmed. If it was true, then they must destroy the Dusk Riders immediately otherwise, all of Hell would arrive in full force and damn them all. The cyan-clad Protectorate marched under the sun. His white tabard fluttered in the wind as it blew; the golden crucifix affixed on his right shoulder and the large rosary around his waist already told a bystander of what he is. The eye lenses of his faceplate illuminated in deep blue, behind each were inquisitive eyes scanning from left to right.

From his tone of voice and the grim expression on his face, I know that things are not simple. "There was a small faction of witches that were known as Protectors. They never participated in anything but only came in when the balance of the universe was under immense threat. However, we heard that the vampires wiped them long before the great war." Arthur just starts talking before even going through the contents of the USB drive.

He was actually inside it, turning something over that required the full machinery of him to turn, the word on the paper representing not just an answer but the complete dismantling of every answer he had given before it. Three ticks. He looked up at me. "Protector," he said. The word sat in the room. I held it there, I did not respond immediately, I did not soften what had just been delivered by rushing a reply toward it. The word deserved the space it had taken thirty years to arrive at. Protector. Not heir… Not Alpha. Not the successor he had spent three decades positioning himself to become, the seat he had tried to take by force, by manipulation, by burning everything around it that sto

“A shadow that protects instead of preys.” Elena leans back. “You’re talking about creating a new family.” “I’m talking about protecting the one we have.” Leo cracks his knuckles—old habit. “Then we need a name.” I look at the vial—blue glow faint behind lead-lined glass. “Endkeepers,” I say. Leo laughs—short, surprised. “Sounds like a band name.” Kai nods—slow. “It’s perfect.” We don’t celebrate. We don’t cheer. We just sit there—five of us now—watching the vial glow faintly blue in its prison.

“Protective.” “Same thing.”

He waits, hands still, gaze fixed on what lies beneath the threads she holds. “Yes,” Paige says, turning to him. “A Lord Protector. Not a king. A first among equals, chosen by the council of stewards for a term. Their duty: to enforce the charter, to lead in defense, to ensure no region exploits another.” She looks at me. “A protector.” One moment it fits, then the space settles. This isn’t about bloodlines or legacy. What stands here is meant to answer questions, not inherit them. Not an ending, but something shaky leading forward - out of what was broken, toward what might be.

He questioned sounding pissed and I cringed. Maybe it was the emotion clouding my eyes or my withdrawal, but he dropped on the bed next to me, taking my hand in his. My hand looked so small in his almost covered completely by his much bigger one. "I'll protect you, Nancy, with my life, I promise you that. Whoever it is you can't talk about, I'll protect you from them with my last blood." He looked serious saying that and for some reason, I believed him, I believed he'd really protect a human like myself.

The dazzling brightness from the Eclipse Guard remained in my vision, yet the battlefield was hauntingly quiet. The miscreants had withdrawn, shadows winding back into the gloomy woods. Dahlia had departed, yet her words resonated in my thoughts like venom. "Select me". "What's just occurred?" Kai's voice shattered the quiet next to me. He removed blood from his forehead and gazed at the incoming warriors. The Eclipse Protector. They operated like a finely-tuned engine, orderly and wielding bright weapons prepared for action. In the middle, the towering figure guiding them emitted an unusual energy. I couldn't take my gaze off.

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.