Clit Shield Novels & Stories

I asked, mustering a smile for the sake of my son. Daniel nodded taking my son. As they left the room, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, knowing that Mike wouldn’t be privy to the conversation that was about to take place. With a flick of my wrist, I erected a shield around us, ensuring that our conversation would remain private, shielded from prying ears, especially Mike’s innocent ones. Alpha Peter’s presence took on a more serious tone as he acknowledged the shield I had erected around the pack. “Claire,” he began, his voice carrying a hint of admiration, “The shield you’ve put up around the pack is impressive. It’s no small feat to safeguard our pack from rogues and intruders.”

Just how! The power of the shield is something…. Unwantedly tears formed in my eyes. I felt overwhelmed with everything. Lyceon sighed and cupped my face softly with one hand. What He said just twisted my insides in an ominous way. “You put the shield around both of us on instinct to protect us from the harm caused by the chandelier blasting before putting everything and everyone on halt.”

“The air feels… strange.” The spy bowed, all mysterious and dramatic. “I delivered the message.” Her eyebrow rose. “And?” “It is done.” He didn’t need to explain. The tension in the room already explained for him. It felt like the air had weight. Cullen’s mom walked straight up to me and pressed the bowl into my hands. “Drink.” I stared at it. “Um… what exactly am I drinking?” “A shield,” she said. “A very old one. It will hide your scent, your power, your tracks—everything that says you are you. Temporarily.”

Their expressions were stoic as they stared down at me, waiting for further instruction. I ran a few more students through their practice tests and was surprised by how much effort the first years had put into making their shields impenetrable. Their shields still sported some weak spots, where if an attack landed, their shield would burst apart, but if their attacker were at a distance, the shield would give them the necessary protection to keep them safe. I hope another war doesn't break out for my students and the world's safety.

There’s something incredible about this guy, something terrifying. “Absorb what you can today and listen to me properly. This can help you later. There are so many defenses you can use when he attacks you. Yesterday, you used a shin block. That was surprising, but I bet you lost yourself in your adrenaline and stopped thinking at all, didn’t you?” Fruto squinted his eyes. Ponjie chuckled nervously. “Well, whatever. That was useful in the end. Now, aside from blocking you can also parry, avoid, evade, disrupt, and anticipate.

Elowen went on, “it can paralyze monsters and creatures touched by shadow. Not permanently—but long enough to escape or strike.” “And…” I hesitated. “Defensive?” “Yes.” Her eyes warmed. “It can form a shield. Not solid like a wall, but dense—absorbing impact, dispersing force.” I nodded slowly, filing it all away. Shield. Heal. Burn. Paralyze, Kaida listed eagerly. We are impressive. “I’m literally just learning,” I muttered. Still impressive. I glanced around—and that was when Kael spoke up. He’d been leaning against one of the training posts, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “There’s something else.”

“You? You protected Kelly?” “I have a force shield, okay? I can expand it, if I am touching a person, but yeah, I have one. It shouldn’t be public knowledge, though!” Dax blinked at me a few times in disbelief. Finally, I sighed before pulling it up and showing him. It was like a shimmering gold egg wrapped around me. Completely transparent but still affective. Dax’s eyes got wide as he took it all in. Pulling it back in, I waited for the backlash.

“But they’re also stupid. They think brute force will break a Mack shield.” “Then give them a reason to stop,” Lionel’s voice crackled in Kael’s ear. “Understood, Chairman,” Kael replied. He signaled his team to drop the shield for a micro-second. As the commandos lunged forward, thinking they had finally broken through, the shield snapped back into place, but this time it was a "Phase-Inversion" field. The commandos’ own forward momentum was reflected back at them with double the force. They were thrown back across the grand foyer, their armor’s internal frames buckling under the impact.

"Watch the center." Gideon unsheathed his broadsword, planting his feet in a wide, immovable combat stance behind the iron shield. The dark, starry cosmic shadow magic of the Ironclaw lineage surged up from his boots, wrapping around the iron plate in a dense, swirling vortex of pitch-black energy. It was a formidable barrier cold, heavy, and impenetrable. "Attack the barrier, Commander," I instructed Mira. Mira nodded, drawing her twin sidearms and channeling a concentrated burst of kinetic force toward Gideon’s position. The impact rattled the air, but the shadow shield absorbed the blow completely, dispersing the energy down into the courtyard flagstones.