Werewolf Bodyguard Novels & Stories

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.

“You cannot die, Rachel Weston. I won’t let you. No one can hurt a strand of your hair. You’re mine.” I stared directly into his eyes. Why can’t I control myself? Why do I feel like gluing my lips to his? I bowed my head, avoiding eye contact with him. “You might not want me dead, but the werewolves do. Everyone wants to get rid of me.” “Not under my watch, Rachel.” His voice had finality in its tone. He was still talking when the door was thrown open and a bodyguard rushed in, panting. The moment the guard saw our position, he quickly turned around.

Mama wolves hastened to gather up their young and shepherd them toward exit routes while elder wolvers stood guard. I didn’t change all the way. Didn’t have to. My wolf was potent enough in this state...claws, fangs, agility, but with enough wits about me to think like a man. Two rogues attacked me on both sides. I dodged a blow from one and used his momentum to swing him into the second. They both fell in a jumble. "Protect the Luna!" Rowan's voice echoed above the cacophony. Three of my finest warriors, Marcus, Jenna, and Cole, positioned themselves between Elena and any would-be attacker. She stood immobile by the altar, her hands pressed to her mouth in dismay.

it managed to utter, its voice hoarse and barely audible. Luna's heart skipped a beat. The werewolf was not an enemy but a guardian, fiercely defending its territory. The realization washed over her, bringing with it a wave of empathy. "We didn't come to harm your pack. We only seek answers," she said, lowering her weapon slightly. The werewolf watched Luna closely, its eyes filled with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. Slowly, it began to shift, its body transforming back into that of a human. Before them stood a young man, his face marked with exhaustion and anguish.

Alud took the cold metal in his hand and looked inquiringly at the ancient. - Now you, Alud, will be the guardian of my peace, as Duk and the guardians did before him. - says the wolfdog, looking intently at the werewolf. A shiver ran through Alud's body. The wolfdog touched Alud's head. A healing wave immediately swept through the body of the werewolf, he again felt full of energy, as if a black chain was hanging around his neck again, strengthening the werewolves. All wounds healed instantly, and clarity appeared in my head.

These questions swirled in his mind, but he maintained his focus, determined to fulfil his duty as a werewolf protector. Suddenly, Mark halted, his body tensing. Ryder swiftly took cover behind a large tree, peering through the branches to see what had caught Mark's attention. In the clearing ahead, a pair of yellow eyes glowed in the darkness, revealing the presence of a formidable figure. The rogue wolf stood tall and muscular, its fur a dark shade of gray, bristling with aggression. It growled, revealing its massive teeth, while flexing its powerful claws. Ryder could sense the wild energy emanating from the creature and braced himself for the impending confrontation.

I mouthed a thank-you and took Luna's hand, squeezing it gently as we started walking. As we stepped outside, I realised that the air inside the garage was heavier. We hadn't gone more than a few steps before a uniformed werewolf stepped into our path. He was tall, handsomely broad-shouldered, and dresser in the dark steel-grey uniform of the Council Guard. His posture was rigid and alert, a silver insignia resting over his chest. His gaze settled on me almost immediately I noticed him. "Aria Stone, I presume?" he said in a clipped and formal voice. "You're the witch-wolf hybrid that's on a case with–"

"You disappeared! You didn't check in! You didn't follow protocol!" "I did what I had to do to keep her safe," I said, matching his tone. "I’m a bodyguard, Alpha. That’s my job." "Your job is to follow my orders!" he yelled. "Your position here is to protect this family, not to go off on some rogue hero mission! You’re a bodyguard, not a vigilante! Do you have any idea what would have happened if you’d been killed? If she’d been killed?" "But we weren't," I pointed out.

I could love him despite my duties. But once he finds his mate... I will be just the bodyguard. The woman who is supposed to protect him. The scar on my face that I had gotten from trying to shield him from a rogue ambush would be just duty, and not love. The thought brought a lump straight up my throat. "I don't know," he answered finally, before turning to me. "I was fine with just grumpy Selena right here." My heart did a double take, but I knew deep down that it was just a joke. This was his way. Easy going, flirty, painfully oblivious of the things he did to me and my wolf, Xena.

His mind wanted to just see what would happen between them but his body just move when he saw the wounded hunter. Seeing the hunter that is pin ain, he also feels something that is pricking his heart. He couldn't just watch her suffering from the attacks of the Rogues. After a few seconds, the three Rogues start attacking him. They joined forces just to harm him but they didn't make a single scratch on his body. As the werewolf who has the highest rank in the pack, they could not win against him. In just three minutes the three Rogues are out of breath. He gave them time to harm him but they just couldn't do it. After all, he is ten times stronger than them.