Agents Of Shield Grant Ward Novels & Stories

“Sir. Arthur is supposed to report to his superior tomorrow. If he doesn’t, an emergency task force would be sent fully equipped.” “How equipped?” “Two men, five trained probots, and even a Shielder equipped with DNA and thermal tracking technique.” Arnold couldn’t hide his surprise when he heard that a shielder would be deployed, “Never knew that Sir Arthur was so important.” He muttered. Shielders were very rare and were deployed only if an immortal or a person of great importance went missing. “He is not that important but the mission is.” One of his men said. “How do you know that?” “Caught it in his thoughts.”

Green energy surges through the floor grids. Kieran’s body convulses violently. His muscles ripple as the wolf tries to break free, fur bursting then forced back under the suppressants. “No!” I lunge forward. The shield expands in a violent wave, shattering the remaining observation glass. Shards explode outward. Guards rush me from both sides. I blast the first with a concentrated golden thread that wraps his throat and yanks him off his feet. The second swings a syringe—I slam my palm into his chest, Bridge energy short-circuiting his enhancements. He drops, convulsing.

He sighed, and for a moment, looked at me as a father looks at a daughter who has just asked about the world for the first time. "Long ago, when the first wolf was created, he needed more than fangs to defeat his enemies. He needed gifts." Those powers were granted. And passed down, generation after generation. "Until they were lost?" Icarus asked. "Until they fell asleep," Vardam corrected. "But you… you have awakened." He turned to Maxim. "You, Maxim, bear the gift of the shield. A dome of protection that can surround allies and repel threats. But it consumes too much energy. Without a complete bond, your strength drains quickly. You protected the two of them yesterday. But if you had been

Armbands painted with a jagged, white wolf's head. The Silent Howl. They opened fire. Bang-bang-bang. Bullets—Barzil-tipped and lethal—sparked against the walls. Concrete chips flew like shrapnel. "Cover!" I grabbed Neoma by the back of her nanoweave suit and threw her behind a fallen pillar. "Stay down!" I stepped into the line of fire. I couldn't shift. The silver gas dampened my gravity field, making the air feel thin and weak. But I was still the Iron Warden.

Warmth spread outward, calming, grounding. For a heartbeat, everything stilled. Ronan exhaled slowly. “She just reinforced the ward,” he said softly. “Without training.” Xavier looked at our daughter with awe and something dangerously close to fear. “She’s a beacon,” he said. “And a shield.” “And he’s the alarm,” Ronan added, glancing at Lucian. I tightened my hold on both of them, my heart pounding. “They’re children,” I said fiercely. “Not weapons.”

Third Person's POV Anilo stepped forward and expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Gamma Adelaide, and Alpha Lance, for saving Griffin." "He's your nephew, right?" Adelaide asked. "Yes," Anilo replied. Adelaide smiled and said, "Griffin shows great potential and has a strong sense of responsibility. Now that he's mostly recovered, has a suitable position been arranged for him?" "He's now part of Lycan Erasmus's personal werewolf guard and officially part of the Ironthorn Army," Anilo replied.

Silas said rubbing the back of his neck. “And your father is right.” A deep voice spoke. “Whoa!” Silas and Marco said leaning their heads back to look up at the 7 foot 4, 400 lb. wall of muscle smirking down at them. “I’m Royal Delta General Shadow Collins; this is my mate Royal Delta General Jennifer Collins.” He introduced himself and his mate. “Hi, I’m Royal Beta Jyden Hunt.” He greeted them. “Those two over there are the Shadow Twins, Spyder and Spencer Collins, Delta Warriors, and part of the Queens Royal Guards.”

“I couldn’t thank you enough. I just lost a man from a virus just a few hours ago. This is a challenging time for me and my rank. So I don’t want to make this long. I will stay and defend my territory and protect this land. If you are willing to send your men to help me, you need to give them a code so I know who our allies are. I couldn’t trust anyone anymore after someone just kidnapped my mate.” “Sorry to hear that, Alpha,” said Alpha Grady. “Here’s the code my men will tell you when they come. Mine blood will shed in thy honor.” “The same,” Alpha Califf and Alpha Ryden agreed. I closed the laptop after the call. “Fucking Grayson. What an asshole.” “Don’t waste your energy on the wrong pe

These slid against the light, curling like hands pressed against an invisible barrier, probing, pushing, retreating, and then slamming forward. The shimmer of the ward seemed to buckle under the assault, and gasps of concern rippled amongst the soldiers and guards. A guard swore loudly under his breath. “What the hell?!” “Quiet,” Nolan cut in, calm enough to shut them all down. Rowan stepped closer, his shoulders rigid and hand lifted toward the ward. The shadows froze for a few seconds as if considering their next move, but then they cascaded downwards as one, pounding against the barrier, and for a moment, the shimmer flared like it might rip open.

“They usually do.” Ayra glanced at the fallen men, recognizing the high-end gear beneath their waiter disguises—sleek Kevlar, compact comms. These weren’t hired thugs. These were trained Wendell agents. “We need to move,” she said, already scanning for the next exit. “They’ll have sensors. The rest of the squad is probably rerouting.” Lucian reached into the inside of his jacket, pulling out a slim switch. He pressed it—and the corridor ahead lit dimly with LED indicators along the floor. “There’s a safe exit ahead. Goes under the wine vault and out by the garden wall.”