Keel Shield Hero Novels & Stories

Chloe watched from the back glass as the man who once loved her shadow faded in the crowds. "Thank you, and I am sorry for using you as a shield," Julie told Daniel as they sat down in the lobby seats. "What are you sorry about, Julie? I wanted to get used as a shield. Shields is the coolest and most stable weapon. Especially Wonder Woman Shield, it is lit. Plus, she is so brave like you." He replied with a smile. His smile made her feel like when she woke up on Christmas morning. "If that's the case, then thank you for being my shield," Julie responded as she giggled.

That's when George used his abilities. He took out his shield to protect everyone from Pack Kyne including himself. Despite all the shots fired, nothing could penetrate the shield. Seeing this, Alpha Darren who was monitoring from a distance ordered his troops to fire at Alpha Stevan and his troops, but without hitting them. It was just a warning shot. Because their goal was not to kill, but to save the hostages. George saw the code from Alpha Darren asking him to get closer to the ship. Therefore, George asked everyone to slowly move.

The unrefined green chemical sprayed across the stone floor, hissing against the spilled imperial silver but failing to spark. Before the mercenary could draw a backup blade, Kael and four vanguard defenders slammed their heavy iron-bound shields directly into his chest. The sheer concussive force drove the armored human backward, his copper fuel tank rupturing against the stone wall in a dull, metallic crunch. "Break them!" Kael roared, his golden eyes blazing with the newly amplified power of the Primal Well.

Honestly, his body wasn't strong enough to hold on any longer, but he had to hold on to give the forest dwellers enough time to escape. “We will be with you, Keefe! We will be the second layer of protection to give them time to escape. However, we may not be able to see tomorrow, so allow us to accompany you to die bravely and honorably here!” said one of the elven leaders in charge of building a protective shield. “You guys are so stubborn!” said Keefe, grinning widely. The care that shown by the elven had touched Keefe's heart secretly. He was not alone in his struggle. At least this time, he didn't die alone.

This wasn't supposed to be fun. Quaid drew a gasp from my lips and an almost giggle. He creaked as he moved, tall, broad-shouldered body sheathed in metal. But this was no full plate armor like I'd seen in movies, a flowing, liquid armor that fit him perfectly, moving easily as he did, the helmet topped by a flowing white plume, a shield strapped to his left arm and a sword on his hip. "I feel like an idiot," he growled. I resisted the urge Shaylee had to blow him a kiss. What was wrong with her?

His alpha senses, honed to a razor's edge, allowed him to catch every syllable of the history lesson, every word about the Beta Shield, and the spiritual precedent it set within the manor's ancient laws. The realization that Rowan, Theo, and Elias were actively organizing a systematic effort to shield Elara from him—attempting to legally and spiritually rewrite his primordial claim—made something primal, dark, and violently possessive twist violently inside his chest. They thought a historical anecdote and a circle of presence could keep him away from what was fundamentally his. He watched Elara rest her head on Rowan's shoulder, and the sheer audacity of their hope only fueled the dark temp

“Too loyal. Tell me, boy—what exactly are you to him?” Her face was inches from mine, her voice a whisper of poison. My chest quaked, but I forced a grin, cold and sharp. “His sword. His shield. Nothing more.” Kaela studied me, her eyes searching, searching. Then she smirked, leaning close enough that her breath brushed my ear. “Funny,” she murmured, stepping away, “shields don’t sneak into their Alpha’s chambers at night.” I froze, every muscle locking, my breath strangled in my throat.

The sand beneath her feet did not move, did not respond. Wind? Fire? The air between them hazed, and Ariadne roared at him with the fury of someone struggling with a weight beyond them. He saw the strain on her face, the veins that popped on it. Whatever she was about to do she did at the cost of what reia she had left. A strong Y formed at the center of her forehead and reia pulled between him and her. In its place a shield manifested, or at least began manifesting. It was round and large enough to hide her from head to crown, like shields used by non-mage soldiers in the old forgotten time against those once called the berserker warriors crossed the sea for the sake of conquest.

But the silver-haired man felt he could no longer hide anything from the one person who cared for him so fiercely and genuinely. "Look here. My arm was injured because I was trying to shield my face." One by one, Kaelus began to tell the stories. His voice was flat, like a man who had carried a burden for so long he had forgotten how heavy it actually was. Roselyn listened with an aching heart, her hand still holding onto his arm. "This one was from a spear. The one on my left rib is a sword wound from an Aldmere soldier. And this..." he traced a mark on his shoulder, "...is from an arrow, back when I acted as a human shield for a young officer who had just joined the ranks."

Where the beams hit, the stars themselves seemed to stop twinkling. ​"Shields to maximum!" Kaelen commanded, his hand sinking into the Neural-Vines. He felt the cold of the vault trying to numb his mind, trying to convince him that effort was futile. "Don't let the beams touch the hull! If the ship stops moving, we’re just another exhibit in their museum!"