Werewolf Bodyguard Novels & Stories

I stared at the phone, eyes wide. See you soon? But wasn’t he supposed to be busy for another few days? What did he mean by that just now? “Ms. Evelyn, my name is Dorian. I’m your new personal bodyguard,” the big man told me, his expression unreadable. “Bodyguard? When did I say I wanted a—” “Alpha Asher made that call. Now, please follow me.” The wolves all shifted back into humans, each one a tall and muscular soldier. They surrounded me, guiding me out of the hospital as if I were some fragile national treasure.

He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.

she said. "From the look on his face, he would," I said, clutching a pillow. "And the worst part is, he had bodyguards, Bluey. Expensive-looking ones. I think he’s rich. He might even be someone powerful.” "Are you for real?" “Wait… do you think he’s a werewolf too?" Bluey asked, her face now turning serious. "No... he’s not just a werewolf. He’s a Lycan” “Oh Goddess…”Bluey exclaimed.

Marco is one of the personal guards for the Luna from the Blood River pack, so he was on duty in the hall outside their suite when we came down the hall. My initial impression of him was how impressively large of a werewolf he is. He's not quite as big as their Alpha wolf, but close. A broad and muscular man, with a serious expression that makes him look intimidating. Marco is exactly what you think of when you imagine a bodyguard. He is clean shaven, with his black hair cut into a Caesar style haircut. His bronzed skin makes his light brown eyes stand out like shining topaz jewels. I swear my heart skipped a beat when his plum and rhubarb scent hit my nose for the first time and my wolf, Me

The two bodyguards behind me stiffened instantly, stepping protectively in front of me almost on instinct. A werewolf's instincts always react faster than reason. Clearly, they had sensed the danger too. "It's fine," I said calmly. "Step back." They hesitated, but ultimately retreated a few paces, their eyes never leaving Cassius. They had been paid. And in wolf society, taking payment meant accepting a contract. Right now, their only responsibility was protecting their employer. I looked back at Cassius and curved my lips into a faint smile. "You're late. Your father and I already finished our conversation."

And yet… every cell in my body screamed that I knew him. But from where? I could still feel the strange electric shock from that bodyguard’s touch. It wasn’t normal. And neither was the way my wolf stirred when he got close…as if it recognized him. But how could that be? “I’m your new bodyguard. Sent by the cursed Lycan. I’ll be in charge of picking you up and dropping you off every day,” he said coldly, walking over to open the door of a sleek, black BMW. My lips parted slightly in surprise. The damn car looked like it had just rolled off the cover of a luxury magazine. Before I could even blink again, I slid into the leather seat. But something made me pause and look back.

Weston said after he finished parking his car. "Sir, I haven't gotten the money or taken over my father's company yet," I quickly replied, knowing that I hadn't gone to the bank to withdraw the cash. Mr. Weston smiled and raised his hand to touch my cheek. "I cannot sit comfortably in my office and allow anyone to kidnap you. So I hired the bodyguard for you. You don't have to worry about paying him." Meeting Mr. Weston's intense gaze on me, I asked, "Sir, is the bodyguard a human or a werewolf?"

Walter throw his head back in pain his eyes shut and his body slumped. Ethan stared with wide eyes, but he could feel his weak pulse and hear his heart beats. "We need to take him back for treatment." Nathan stepped forward. "Back off." Ethan growled, he slipped his hands under Walters body and picked him up. He walked ahead careless about the group. Anthony held his word back, it was totally normal for a werewolf to protect the things he cares for aggressively and that was just what Ethan's wolf was doing, yet it was still out of control.

"Seize Silas." The guards, two imposing figures with fangs glinting in the firelight, stood frozen, their bodies tense with apprehension. The weight of Zoe’s command, the dangerous glint in her eyes, the tension radiating from the room, all hung heavy in the air. One of the guards, a tall werewolf with scars etched across his face, took a hesitant step forward, his hand hovering near the hilt of his sword. But before he could move, another guard, a younger wolf with eyes filled with an unexpected surge of courage, lunged forward. With a swift, deadly movement, he plunged his blade into the heart of the first guard, the sound of the blade piercing flesh echoing in the suffocating silence.