Werewolf Bodyguard Novels & Stories

A powerful snarl rumbled from his chest. He had transformed. A werewolf. And then he spoke, his voice low and commanding. “I am the King of the Moonbound Werewolves. Eryx Bloodban.” he said. And that’s when everything went black.

My vision swam as shapes emerged from the shadows, distorted bodies, fur matted in dark, glistening patches, eyes glowing with an unnatural red under the broken lights of the warehouse. Their movements were jerky and wrong, as if the wolves were being pulled by invisible strings rather than muscles and instinct. Mutated rabid wolves. They circled me like vultures, claws scraping against concrete, saliva dripping from exposed fangs. One of them dragged a limp body behind it, human, or what had once been human. I recognized the outline of a uniform. A bodyguard. One I recognized from Percy’s personal guards. Was he here to protect me?

“You intend to follow the trail?” “I have nothing better to do at the moment.” There was a growl from behind Rhye. “Not without me and the others,” the bodyguard foolishly challenged. “Our lives are pledged to protecting our alpha.” “And you’re doing a real bang-up job,” Trevor mocked. Then astonishingly, the werewolf muttered a curse and gave a wave of his hand. “Shit. Get your dogs and try to keep up.” The mutt was smart enough not to press his luck, and spinning on his heel, he ran from the cabin to collect the other wolves. Alone with Trevor, Rhye leaned against the edge of the fireplace.

Everyone said he’d been a more than competent Beta and I didn’t want a resentful former Alpha plotting against me. I received him without fuss in my office. His look was rueful, though I could see the decency was back when he asked after Rose and Willow and expressed contrition. “I guess I wasn’t cut out to be top wolf, but I know how to serve,” he said. “Let's have the interment here. Stick around afterwards. How would you feel about becoming my queen’s bodyguard?” His jaw dropped. “For real?” “I don’t answer to the Werewolf authorities and I trust you to defend her with your life. You may need to drive her to the city occasionally. What do you say?”

It was much easier to flee from a single werewolf on the busy street than for one in an isolated underground parking lot or breaking free from a penthouse that felt like a cage, with a secured elevator she couldn't open without a key card. "Please confirm that the boxes are sealed with tape to prevent the files from escaping." She instructed the bodyguard and tried not to laugh out loud as the huge werewolf bodyguard started going through all the boxes to ensure that they were infact sealed with tapes. Good, that would keep him busy for another few minutes. It was a rather comical scene, seeing the massive, impressive bodyguard handle boxes that he could effec

You're breathing perfectly fine if you ask me," Raider concluded, grabbing a paper he had stolen from the humans. They called it a newspaper, yet it had zero information about us, those low lives. "Someone out there should get me a towel and clothes with water," I ordered. The sound of scrambling footsteps filled the air as they all rushed to get it. Ever since I had killed the bodyguard, I had been assigned a crazy amount of respect, almost at peak with Alpha Hector, I dare to say. "Here it is, Sire," Ameer, one of the bodyguards from Arab, let out. He had absconded from his pack after killing both the Alpha and the Luna, a typical werewolf.

But I’m very sure, as soon as the plane takes off and I leave the ground, I’ll feel lighter… I’ll be—Ambrose? The werewolf was standing right behind the glass doors, in the black suit of a bodyguard, waiting, his hands relaxed by his side, but his face the grim look of an assistant who had enough of a diva superstar. No, no, no… this is going to be about Rum again. I’m not going to stop for this. NO! I gripped the handle and swerved away, heading for the next entrance, my feet speeding up a little. With so many people around, he wouldn’t dare to move like a werewolf. I have my chance!

For some reason, he was glad that the resemblance ended there. Leonard looked closely at their new “bodyguard” as his mother showed him around. He knew the situation was serious, more than his mother let him believe. Someone was after them or, more precisely, his mother. He took his time assessing Julian Turner. The man was built like a tank, and that gave him assurance that no one would get to his mother as long as Julian was around.

She concluded that there was no way her grandfather didn't know of this. ‘How could I have missed this out?!’ She has finally connected all the dots! It all started when she met Leon at the bar and the next day, her grandfather brought out that she has to have a bodyguard. And to lessen the suspicion, her grandfather decided to mass hire. But since Leon is a vampire who has strength, he easily passes and becomes her bodyguard. Akira let out a deep sigh and glared at her grandfather, “All this time, you were in cahoots together.”

His eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief, as if he reveled in his newfound powers. As they ventured deeper into the secret cave, they encountered more guards. Alice transformed into her wolf form, charging towards the weakest link in their defense. Vivian joined the fray, exploiting the opening in the guards' formation. Together, they took down the eight guards, and Leo stepped forward, sinking his fangs into each of them, turning them into zombie werewolves. The rest of the pack emerged from the shadows, attempting to encircle Alice and her companions. Undaunted, Alice and Vivian stood firm in their wolf forms, while Leo remained unfazed, his smirk still in place, flanked by his newfound zo