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

On the day the kidnappers killed my son, I did not cry. I paid top dollar for the best lawyer in the city to argue that the kidnapper was innocent. And once he was free, I signed ten percent of my shares over to him. I also gave him the house my son had loved most. My husband, Alex Thomas, slapped me in front of the press. He called me a cold-blooded monster. People on social media boycotted my company and demanded my family kick me out. I endured every insult and every attack in silence. At the review hearing, I looked at my husband. "I thought you, of all people, would understand me."

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

I stood up, and Pandora's eyes locked on mine for a single hesitant second before lowering again, as if she couldn’t even look directly at me. "Miss." No one had called me that before, in my short stay with the Frostbites. The difference was striking. "I don’t know what happened in the forest," I said. "But he acted to protect me. If there’s anything I can do—" "I—his life cannot be compared to yours," she said. Somehow, it seemed like she wasn’t saying this of her own will, forcing herself to spit those words through gritted teeth. "What really matters is your safety, and in our territory—"

It seemed they had just digested his words and mustered up confidence. His words affected me greatly, I wasn't scared but I was touched. I learned a lot when I started living with him. The strong Alpha that we always expected, was living an easy life and was going through a lot to make sure that the Pack was stabilized. He rose again, but with a smile this time, unlike the hard face he put on the previous time. "Part of my plans is to protect us. I have chosen some people who will act as the Council of Protectors. The council will comprise five individuals. The first in this council is Alex Dartson also known as the fighting bull." He pointed to the arena.

I noticed he was staring at me, he nodded, responding to my question. "Well I don't like people going through my things when I'm not there" I told him and he nodded, apologising. "I think I owe you a thanks for saving me, again" I said to him. "You don't, it's my responsibility. You were meant to be saved. I'm your mate and I'm meant to be your protector " he said with an emotion I couldn't name flashing in his eyes.

"I don't know. Find something else to do. You should still have some money left from your father's properties you've sold." I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. I knew she was right. She had had enough of Kali and it was time to do something that would make her happy for once. As I watched her walk away, I knew I had to find a new way to survive. I was on my own now, and I had to be brave if I wanted to make it through this. I have to do my job as the Alpha's Protector if I want to live. I took a cab to his house and I walked up to the driveway, my heart racing with anticipation. I had to see Alpha Dante, no matter how angry he might be. I reached the front door and took a deep breath

I was stunned by what Pierce said. "It looks like you are having big trouble protecting this lady, Saint. Why won't you just hand her to the organization? I saw how strong she feels around that can be her asset." Pierce said. "No. I promised Dad, Dad promised Tito Kristopher that we will protect his daughter no matter what happens." Saint said sternly as he walked back to the front couch. I sat on a solo couch at the end of the table. "Yeah, but this one. This one is effin' smart Saint. Can you beat this?" Pierce's challenge.

My feet shuddered and for a moment of euphoria, I swore that the stones themselves commemorated the return of that lost soul. "I never thought that the gates of hell would be so unprotected," I spoke with a slightly debauched smile. My lips seemed extremely dry there, and I felt desperate for a sip of water as soon as I spent saliva to talk. Vraxlon didn't have any fun in his eyes when he spoke again. "And who said they are unprotected? "He indicated with a slight arch of eyebrows on my back, and as soon as I turned around, I choked. "This is your pet, Your Majesty. Cerberus, the protector of your gates.” Pet was kind. It was nice.

"When a Keeper was too young, or too exposed, to understand what they were, the Protector could place them under what was called Dormant Protection." "What did that do?" "It hid them. From enemies, so no one could recognize them. From themselves, so they couldn't give themselves away by accident. They grew up like anyone else. They had ordinary lives. They just didn't know what they were, and they waited." "Waited for what?" "For the threat to come back." I swallowed. "And when it does? What happens to the protection?" "It begins to fail." "Fail?" She shook her head hard. "No. Not fail. I used the wrong word. It ends."