Werewolf Bodyguard Novels & Stories

Alex P. O. V Both men charged towards me at the same time. One tried to grab me. I ducked out under his arm and trapped his right leg with my right leg . With my right elbow I gave him a hard jab on his spinal cord. Twisting my body I let him go. Grunting he stumbled forward. Another bodyguard was about to punch me on my face but I caught his fist on time. He began to put more pressure to free himself from my hold. Though he was a huge guy, his human strength was nothing compared to my werewolf strength. I could hear bone crashing noise as I tightened my hold

"Melvin and I are not here to take over the pack leader's position. One of our human friends badly needs our help. But in order to do that, we also need a pack." "Tell us how the pack can help you, Alpha Karen." Johndale appeared from behind us. "After all, I am the werewolf guardian who was assigned to keep an eye on New Orleans." Most of the werewolf guardians nodded their heads in agreement. A few of them even tap their chins to the surface of the ground to extend their full support. "We don't need much from the pack," I announce before Karen could let another word. "All we need is Julian and Jelian to help us. Are the two still part of the pack?"

Luca said shaking Kyle, trying to keep him conscious. Luca called the bodyguards to come get rid of the two vampire bodies in the room. He also called Drew and he was on his way. Drew was partly a wizard so he knew how to get rid of the poison. Luca went to compensate the hotel manager for the damage in the room though it wasn't easy because the man asked alot of times how the wall ended up shattered but Luca assured him they'll handle the repairs and offered the man some money, shutting him up. While he was away, Kyle was slowly loosing consciousness. The only thing he thought of at the moment was Eva's pictures and how beautiful they were. "Eva" he uttered before his eyes shut.

Who could this rogue be? “I know exactly what I’m dealing with, and you're the one who should be afraid, boy,” he warned as he held out his claws. My wolf was supposed to respond, but still nothing. I felt as though the earth should just swallow me right this instant. He moved closer and leaned to my ear, his voice low and menacing. “I know what you’re planning, and I won’t let you have her.” My eyes narrowed as beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I clenched my hands into a fist. “A rogue would always be a rogue, and you should be careful, bodyguard.”

I should be but I wasn’t. Yeah, it was my first day at work as the personal bodyguard to the famous New York’s most handsome young CEO. As the elevator moved, I braced myself up to face my soon to be boss who was none other than Ryan Robin Anderson. He was popularly called RRA. Classic, huh? I stepped out of the elevation as it stopped. “Hi,” I looked up to see a middle aged man. “You must be the new bodyguard.” He said. I nodded with a smile.

Perrin has been right. I approached the door of the nearest SUV when a massive wolf stepped out, his wide grin covering his face and sending chills down my spine. His heavily tattooed arms held the door open for me as I climbed in. “I’m here as your personal body guard. Are you having a good evening?” **

"I seem to like your new bodyguard, Sophie. He's quite surprising. Fearless. And still, he addressed my bastard and coward brother in a good manner. Fabulous. How much is his price if I want to buy him?" Nicholas' stiffened ears got extended when they were supposed to have a meeting yet, all their attention was focused on him. The worst part was that they considered him as someone with a price on his head. With that, Nicholas regretted involving his werewolf in Sophia's Mafia world when he was simply living in peace with his past life, saving humans in exchange for his survival.

Each touch sent a tremor through Leo, not of fear, but of something terrifyingly new: a desperate, aching need for this unexpected solace. He dared to open his eyes. Silas’s face was inches away, his expression grimly intent. The fury Leo had glimpsed earlier was banked, controlled, but still simmered in the depths of his storm-grey eyes, visible only this close. He saw the tightness around Silas’s mouth, the rigid set of his shoulders beneath the dark suit jacket. He saw the faint scar on his jawline, a pale reminder of other battles, other pain. In that moment, Silas wasn’t the impassive bodyguard. He was a man consumed by a quiet, righteous rage on Leo’s behalf.

He set down his fork. Ryan watched with narrowed eyes. "You're not fine." "I'm recovering. It takes time." "Is this about the bond thing? The rejected bond situation?" Kieran's head snapped up. "What do you know about that?" "Not much. Just rumors. Office gossip." Ryan leaned back. "People talk, Kieran. They see things. Notice patterns. An omega bodyguard who suddenly gets sick after spending months in close proximity to an S-Tier Alpha? It's not hard to connect dots."