All Chapters of The Witch's Protector: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Clayton and Marcus were bending down as they sneaked coming into the garden from the main gate of the castle.“My watch doesn’t work…” he turned down to check his digital watch, he rubbed his mouth and turned his sight to Marcus who was squatting next to him.“Check your watch!” He sighed and observed his environment, everything appeared in darkness…almost impossible to see what were in their surroundings.Marcus shook his head. “Nope. Mine isn’t working too…” Clayton deeply inhaled. “Time is not running in this place.” He seriously stared at his buddy and seemed not to be certainly sure what they should do then.Marcus curled his nose and he appeared to think hard. “If time is not running, it means that everything doesn’t exist so…since we don’t have the past, the present and the future…”Clayton nodded and sucked a breath with his confusion. “We can’t find her…if we don’t arrive at the same momentum.” He sniffed hard. He took a seat on the cold floor of the castle.“We hav

Knight Richard drew a long inhale. His eyes brought some cloudy gaze at Sonya as he found by his eyes that woman was biting her lower lip helplessly.“What are you thinking, my love?” He whispered, sneaking from Sonya’s behind and wrapping his arm to the woman’s waist.“You seem skinnier than before…” He sniffed Sonya’s scent from her back neck and he saw the scar had recovered as he kissed it gently.Sonya gulped and tried to pull Knight Richard’s grips on her waist but she was too smaller and weak for that man. She was shivering as those pale and cold lips touching her skin…Her tiny fingers were holding Knight Richard’s big hands asking him to stop but the man wouldn’t as he grabbed the woman’s neck. He pulled Sonya’s face closer and pushed his lips on hers.As much as Sonya tried to release herself, as brutally as Knight Richard kissed her.“I know deep down inside your soul, you are missing me, Sonya…” He caressed Sonya’s back neck gently.“Please, don’t hide your feeling

“Hey, look!” Clayton excitedly pointed at the copper and small butterfly which was flapping inside the plastic bag.Marcus had put it on the floor.The butterfly was flapping but the time ran backward to that creature…it slowly changed and it returned to become a cocoon.Marcus was surprised and looked at Clayton.“It reversed within time dimensions and returned back to its cocooning state…” He paused and curled his nose as he was thinking hard.“It can be assumed that a butterfly has a lifespan for forty eight hours normally …” He rubbed his chin and made a frowning lips as he thought. “We can assume that time interval happening is forty eight hours or two days…as roughly predictability…” He looked at Clayton who was staring at him.“You mean that time interval brought back us on Monday?” Clayton arched his eyebrows.“What happen so?” He hissed and rubbed his forehead as he seemed so confused.“We were inside Novak’s house on the same day.” Clayton continued. He took a sigh

Knight Richard cringed in his pain and he held his jaws as Clayton put his punches on.“Hell, you are…” He hissed at the time he was cringing and his two fangs emerge sharper as they appeared to be ready to tear.Clayton sniggered and walked towards to the vampire a few steps.He stopped to check Sonya Duville and saw the woman was laying limp and she was not moving at all.Clayton was burned to become freaking out, he felt fiercely disgusted and sickened imagining how the filthy hand of the vampire had touched her.He felt his blood rushing into his veins, the heat of anger stroke his heart beat and made he craved for the vampire’s flesh to fight for Sonya’s pride.His teeth were grinding and they had changed to become sharp and fierce canines wanting to bite the vampire off into tiny chunks. His mouth came into more fierce outlook as he kept snarling.Marcus sighed. He witnessed his buddy had changed drastically to become a fierce giant wolf.He was howling…Marcus was call

Sonya walked to the Eleven Stone Gate and stopped her steps before those eleven high stones…as the scene offered her some reasons, how and why those stones were put to surround The Sacred Land. She sighed. The burial with head stone curved the name Knight Duville was behind the third stone. It was the place where the little boy resting and hidden within the falling leaves, leaving it unmarked to maintain within hundreds of the years. Her sight was pulled to the place in a few seconds as her mind was running many different stories that she also was curious where they would land to end. Knight Richard’s bloodlines, doctor Wölfe’s and Rose Duville’s bloodlines… Sonya was standing there with her two feet barely touch the cold grass on the ground, her eyes were sadly watching the battle between the two men from her past lives, they were fighting for her pride from each perspective. One of them had been chosen for her… Sonya sighed as she had made a choice for her present life. She swaye