Keel Shield Hero Novels & Stories

“An old friend of Angie's from Pearl Harbour, wasn't it? What did you discuss?” I gave a slight shrug, choosing my words carefully. “Turns out, Kael isn't a rogue or part of Rebecca's faction. He's a member of the Guardians. He was trying to protect us from a potential civil war. That's the simplest way to put it.” “Is that true?” Mom asked, searching my eyes for confirmation. I nodded, offering a small, reassuring smile as I took another bite of the lasagna. A moment later, Malcolm walked over. I held out a forkful for him to try.

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.

But still, she spoke it. Kael rose slowly, teeth clenched, every movement dragged through agony. His shield was gone, splintered beyond repair. Blood poured down his arm from elbow to wrist, dripping into the cracked earth. His chest heaved with labored breaths, yet his eyes remained locked on Aria. She was kneeling, clutching her sword with hands that bled as much as his did, but she was alive.

- Phil John Carl stands immediately and rushes to Phil "what items did you make now?!"- John Carl Phil quickly place a huge box on the table and opens it he shows a large shield with a shape of an inverted triangle that had an amazing aura, its color was purple with an outline of red and unlike the scale of the DARUGA it was more prettier and shinier "This shield is for Uncle Bobby, he usually doesn't use a barrier for himself so that I'll make a durable shield for yourself defense"- Phil

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!"