The Protector Novels & Stories

“What’s the use of this meta-card thingy?” “Ooh, it’s a ticket for the other infrastructure. Like the school, everything inside it is unplottable.” She moved closer to her, her hands on her mouth. “Chell said the headmaster’s a nutter who loves making our lives hard. Just don’t tell anyone I tell you that.” Then she ends up in a giggling state. Five minutes later, they’re already standing in front of the protector who scanned the three of them. He’s wearing a silver suit of armor and the eyehole of its metal was concealed in horn-rimmed glasses. It gave the protector extra-sensitive eyes that would help him detects suspicious th

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.”

We have always chosen to stay loyal and submit to the alpha family. The role of the protector has remained with my family. Traditionally, the firstborn child of every other generation becomes the protector at the death of the previous one. The current protector trains the future one when they turn 12 years old or have their first shift. All protectors have a birthmark on their left shoulder to show their status. My grandmother was the previously chosen protector. The role now falls to me. So far, the council has not called me, but I am well prepared. The protectors have several roles in the werewo

’ Layla slammed her book shut, and pressed her hand against her lips as the reality dawned in her. ‘Does this mean Zayne is my protector? Zayne? My protector?! It makes sense since he’s my mate but Zayne as my protector?! This is crazy! He can’t be by protector! He hates me! How is someone who hates me supposed to protect me? If I were hit by a truck and thrown down a cliff, he would cheer.’ She threw the book on the ground again and fell face-flat onto her bed.

Though I did not like him, I did not want anybody to meet such a horrible fate because of me. "What if he rejects me?'' " If he rejects you on his own will not by some spell or other power then you only get very weak but he will face the pain of rejection on your behalf as he is your protector". "What is a protector?". " A perso who will protect you with his or her life. When any special creature is born in supernatural world protectors were given to keep the creature safe. If anything severe damage happens to you your protector will feel the pain. The pain is like a alarm that informs the protector that you are in danger and it also helps to decrease your pai

Ambrose asks, concern in his voice, pulling over the car. I turn to him. He looks confused. “How do I know you aren’t behind all of this? That you’re protecting me is a cover?” I stammer, struggling to get air into my lungs. His confused face turns to irritation. “Are you fucking serious right now? How could you ask such a thing? I have done nothing but protect you and take care of you.” The disappointment is evident in his voice. “We are in the perfect place for you to hold me until you get what you need from my father.” I whimper.

Even though we might draw the attention of whoever is after her, I need to protect her, and to do that, I have to find out why she needs protection. My eyes caught her on one of the screens. She was with the lady who I understood was her friend. She laughed freely and unrestricted. Watching her, I realized protecting her was slowly becoming more than just a duty or an instruction. Turning to Franco, My jaw tightened. “Whatever it takes.” Franco smiled widely, clearly satisfied. For someone who spends most of his time behind a screen, he enjoys the occasional torture for information. “There’s one more thing,” he added. I looked at him curiously.

"They'll be working directly under my command." The three men stepped forward simultaneously. "Miss Adriana," Enzo said, "I'd like you to meet the Trio. Your father personally assigned them to protect you." "'Trio?' That's the best name you could come up with? Sounds ridiculous." She folded her arms. "So Dad really assigned me four bodyguards?" "Three bodyguards," Enzo corrected calmly. "And one Head of Security." Adriana rolled her eyes. "Whatever." Enzo opened the passenger door of the Bugatti and looked at her. "Are you ready to see your father?"

"Among the seven Protectors was the youngest, Alinda. She was the only woman among the Protectors and so she was considered a weakling judging by the fact that she was a woman. Her powers seemed to be nothing compared to the rest as all she could do was to transform to a bird with a horn and a tail with many feathers. She was thus regarded as the Phoenix. Her powers always seemed to surface truly on the season of winter and then she was more powerful. One day, there was a quarrel between the other six Protectors. They argued about who was the most powerful of the seven. This brought so much argument that the earth became unguarded totally and the world became

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