Keel Shield Hero Novels & Stories

she says when she sees the force field protecting the Bulwark, the place for ordinary people. The shield, that's how they call the force field protecting the Bulwark. The shield is a rare flair. Flair is the term for special abilities or power. There was one person who had the flair called, The Shield. Her name is Clandes. She was powerful but too soft-hearted. "This is very fascinating," Dealla whispers to herself. Her eyes are full of amazement. She finds something familiar from the shield. The color is similar to her smoke, which is blue.

On the surface, Sovereign Industries still existed, but its core had been gutted by Hayley. With luck on her side, Hayley kept collecting one reward after another from the system. Ding! [Personal Renown Gift Pack unlocked. Congratulations! You've received: Full-Territory Shield x1.] As the final reward was unlocked, Hayley felt something invisible settle over her base. [Full-Territory Shield: Covers the entire territory and passively blocks one instance of any form of damage to the base.] She read through the details, a smile forming on her face. Sure, with all her current defense systems, she could already hold off Ascendant Creed, and the shield was only a one-time use. It didn't seem that

They varied in size and appearance, but each of them was clearly a level above the previous fighters on the scenes. Two of them were human males. One was holding a human-sized rectangular shield while the second one had an arc on his back. The third one was a tall tanned woman with white rabbit ears on either side of her head wearing a short skirt and short black leggings with many daggers tied to her right thigh. The last one was a short stocky man who was wearing leather armor and was holding a hammer. "You know them all!!! They are the best! They are the greatest!! They aaaaaarrrreeeeee–The stars of this colosseum!!! Welcome them with your cheers!!"

said, “my legs forgot how.” Honesty, raw as winter bone. It hurt to hold. I exhaled shakily. “So we’re shackled.” “For now.” A howl drifted from the distant trees, different pitch from the wind roughened, deliberate. Then another answered, higher, eager. Kael’s head lifted, nostrils flaring. The color that had returned to his cheeks drained again. “They’re testing the perimeter,” he murmured. “Closer than yesterday.” I felt the sound crawl under my skin, a warning vibration. My power stirred, restless. “You have sentries?” “Not enough.” He turned to me fully, decision hardening his features. “I need every blade. That includes the one the moon tethered to my ribs.” I flinched at the image. “

The world narrowed to the circle of rust-red armor and drawn steel. The cold from the mine still clung to their bones like a shroud, and now the cold bite of fear joined it. They were exhausted, muscles trembling from the climb, lungs burning with every ragged breath. But they were warriors. Kael did not shout. His voice was a low, sharp command that cut through the morning air. “Shield wall! Now!” His guards, though battered, moved with drilled precision. Those who still had shields formed a tight semi-circle, locking them together with the familiar crunch of wood and metal. The rest, including Richard, stood behind, swords ready. It was a desperate, last-stand formation.

Shiro yelled, try to speak to Orie amidst the noise. "WHAT?!!" Orie replied, not hearing what Shiro said "I SAID, WHAT NOW?" Shiro yelled much more loudly "Oh" Orie said as he finally heard what Shiro was saying "JUST DO AS I DO!!" he yelled. Then he positioned his hand in front of his face and yelled "SHIELD!!" and a round holographic blue shield appeared on his hand and he rushed forward. The others also did as he did and their shields also appeared and they rushed forward.

"They think a standardized electromagnetic shield can deflect an armada fueled by an ancient bloodline source. It’s adorable, really." ‎ ‎"Let them raise their umbrellas, Victor," I said, my voice echoing through the ship's internal comms with a dual resonance that made the crew members drop their heads in submission. "Kael, are the drop pods primed?" ‎ ‎"The Northern Pack is locked into the lower bays, Julian," Kael growled, his fangs catching the dim light of the bridge. His large hand came down over my shoulder, his heavy alpha scent grounding the raw, buzzing energy in my chest. "The moment you crack that dome, we’ll be through their roof before they can finish their morning prayers."

"The sky is ours, Kael. It's finally ours." As the world began to celebrate the "Day of the Shield," Leo looked up at the obsidian needles. They weren't leaving. The Custodian's voice echoed in his mind one last time. "The Hunger-Prime is only the first shadow. You have proved you are a shield; now we will teach you how to be a sword. The Galaxy is waiting for the Synthesis."

"Kaelor!" A groan answered. Low. Ragged. A few feet away, a pile of rubble shifted. Dust billowed, coating Aradaa's tongue. Kaelor’s broad shoulders emerged from the wreckage. He had been a shield. His back was a map of shredded skin and deep, dark gouges from the ceiling's collapse. He’d taken the brunt of the mountain. "Where... Kaerith?" Kaelor coughed, spitting a glob of crimson into the dirt.

He deflected the first few bolts, the impact jarring his arm to the shoulder, but there were too many. "Go, Julian!" Kael roared. Kael reached out, not with a weapon, but with his shadow. The obsidian plates on his back expanded, unfurling like the wings of a nightmare, a massive, jagged shield that absorbed the volley of bolts. They clattered harmlessly off his hide, embedding themselves into the floor. "You're going to kill yourself!" Julian screamed, backing away as the air around the dais began to warp, the heat rising to a blistering intensity.