The Protector Novels & Stories

Miranda did not respond once and the sun was now rising and he was drifting from consciousness. He felt hands on him and when he opened his eyes they hurt. He kept them open for this vision of an angel before him. Disappointed that she would cause him so much pain when she touched him. He growled and tried to move his hands to his chest. “The Guardian blessed you! You are awake.” “Leave me!” He grimaced in pain as she wiped the stink smelly cream into his chest. He had little energy to do anything else. “Drink this.” He resisted. “Help me move you to that building over there out of the sun and sheltered. You need stitches and if I do it here they will open again when I try to drag you. I hav

"The one who removes the evidence is the real culprit, huh!" "Damned that prick, there must be other victims other than you," He mustered curses again. "I'm sorry Lana, it's ok, you are safe, I should be grateful. Don't bother my harsh word." "No, it's alright, you are not at fault on this. I guess someone who slaughtered him must be deeply loathed him. Someone who determined to kill him..." "I'm your main alibi. Don't worry, I will protect you." He promised to me, holding me tight to his embrace. "Indeed, with such a messy crime scene, I should be seeing you soaking in blood."

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.

I explained. “No Protector has ever joined hands with the Animal Kingdom, and it won’t start with us,” one of the Protectors said. He looked like the eldest among them. “Then we all stay searching with no result.” “It doesn’t matter as long as we are searching and don’t join forces with the enemies because your kind is one of them.” “I am not the enemy. I am her mate,” Monvane growled. “No. She is our queen, and she can never be a mate to the enemies.”

The next time we would meet, I was sure that he would kill me first before asking questions. This was why I needed a protector. Someone strong enough to get rid of Jonathan for me. Jonathan had Alpha blood in him and with the help of his occasional madness, he would be unstoppable against even the strongest werewolves. But I believed that Lucian would be able to take him down. Which was why I desperately needed him on my side. “Well, I don’t have the time to play bodyguard with you. And as for your thoughts on this matter, I was only being courteous.”

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

“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.

Her location was not unknown, but she still flinched at the knowledge. “That’s none of your business.” The voice was tight and her muscles were rigid. “It is quite an odd hour, and quite frankly, I am a little tired. Whatever business you have, can it wait till morning?” I smirked, nodding slowly. “It can, but I am not here for business. I wanted to see you. I wanted to see my protégé who wreaked havoc among the cartels, singlehandedly disrupted their operations and left a trail of dead bodies in her wake,” I praised.

he asks her. She looks at him and then at me. “I love it, but…why?” “Do you know anything about dragons, Naida?” I ask her. “Depending on who you ask, they can be kind and helpful or cruel and evil,” she says. “I’m not sure who you’ve asked, but all of those descriptors are too basic for dragons. Let’s just say that we are the protectors of the supernaturals. It’s our job, our role in this world, if you will, to protect those who can’t protect themselves. You met Cal’s father, Avani. The shifters in the forest call him the Dark Protector because he rescued them and protects them. That and he can change the color of his scales.”

said the one on Ursa’s right, his gaze sharp and unblinking as he studied my face. “Vanus,” the last one drawled from the left, yawning like he was already bored with the entire situation. I stepped back, relieved they weren’t members of any pack hunting us. The Guardians. That’s who they were. The Protectors of our kind who also had the power to wipe a rebellious pack. They seldom appeared anywhere, which meant their presence here was no coincidence. Something had dragged them from the safety of the Castle of Protectors into the outside world, and it couldn’t have been anything small.