Warrior Protector Guardian Angel Novels & Stories

“Powerful witches and warlocks have protectors, they usually find them by the age of thirteen. It’s an instinct, a bond only the witch or warlock can feel. When the protector is revealed, his or her eyes turn silver and they feel a powerful bond. A bond so strong and loyal, even overriding that of the mate bond, it ensures that the protector will always choose her, if the need arises. That's amazing”, Selene said out loud. Everyone nodded in agreement, Hannah smiled proudly at her mate. Jared nuzzled a giggling Ava, he now felt a strong bond with, he loved her like a father loves his pup, an invisible force that tethered them and made him want to kill anyone who even looked her her wrong. He

“King Drake is my daughter’s mate. He’s on our side and if you kill him, it will be an act against the Guardians.” “We understand that our alliance is new and tentative, but we wouldn’t have asked you to join us if we didn’t trust Drake. Please think carefully before ruining the tentative bond we've created by trying to hurt him,” Guardian Angel says, moving to stand in front of me and partially in front of her daughter. I notice she said 'trying' to hurt him, meaning, they have no intention of letting the witches hurt me.

I defend myself. Devin whirls on me with sad eyes. "You really believe that? Audrey, you're more than a killing machine. You're Gabriel's daughter. You were born to lead this pack to be the next Warrior." I smile sadly. "So, it's either murder for you or for the Elite, which is under the alpha's rule. Devin, there's no difference." He grabs my hand agitated. For once, I don't flinch, nor do I take my hand out of his hold. Devin is no longer a stranger, and I'm surprised to realize that I no longer see him as a threat.

She was the ultimate detective, the one sent to uncover the hidden world of vice, sent to restore true virtue. I hear Jesus loves you. How wonderful. So happy for you. Thing is, assholes, I'm his bodyguard. Which makes the whole cross thing my fault. I have shit I need to put right, you know how that goes. I am the commander of the warrior angels and they send me in when asses need kicking. This place is a fucking mess. This is a courtesy call to ask which side are you on. I expect a reply "money-funsters" (keeping this a bit family friendly). I am the ghost you don't wanna ghost because my backup is higher up, you dig?

As Angela and the bodyguards both were protecting the children behind them, a group of people who pretended to be Helios’ fans yelled, “You b*stards! You should go to hell!” “That wh*re actually dreams of approaching Helios with your help? You two should just quit showbiz!” Angela was so exasperated that she cursed at those people. “Are you f*ckers even humans? How can you use those words in front of these kids? Just how sickening can you people be!?” Waylon clenched his fists tightly while he protected his sister. He also glared at those people with his gloomy and stern gaze. At that moment, someone flung a water bottle in the direction of the two children.

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 werewolf community, as well as in the pack. We serve as Gamma, Lead Warrior, and trainer.

“Anyone who defended the betrayer is also my enemy.” My eyes bulged. “I am mere—” Glancing over her shoulder, Dawn shook her head. I was surprised when Beta Valentine went to my side, only to find out he was guarding the queen. His current situation showed how he defended the alpha king to the best of his abilities. He was no better than the alpha king. In fact, he was the worst. His once fancy clothes were torn. His legs were bleeding. A bandage wrapped around his stomach. I craned my neck.

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.

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.

“Why?” Varz asked. “Why are you so mad when you saw him dead before you?!” Varz exclaimed. Alfi remains silent.”What do you know about him? You are no one but a mere self-claimed world protector. You are not his brother! You are not his friend! You are not his family! You are no one! Don’t act as if you are his protector!” Varz exclaimed.”Isn’t it natural if I get mad...” Alfi Said. “when the one I have to protect dead before me? I am the world protector, which means I also have to protect the people though they loathe me.” He added.”Cut the crap!” Varz exclaimed summoning his wind sword and swing it to slash Alfi horizontally.