L'arc Shield Hero 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.”

Her face armour consists of a cat-like half-face mask in black with gold accents. Her body, which should have been naked, is wrapped with full black and gold armour, exuding majestic elegance and power. I’m pulled from my thoughts as Royce steps forward, ready to assist in the battle against Aleric. Suddenly the ground beneath us erupts, a blue blinding shield spreads around us and I see Alpha Liam standing there. “Please Luna Catherine, come.” He says gently. “Mom, you need to go… He’s lost.” Royce shouts as he throws Aleric to the ground.

His skin, usually pale and guarded, flushed with a jagged, violet hue—the color of the deep, forbidden pulse of the Buntu legacy. Rangga watched, paralyzed, as Arung’s knuckles turned bone-white against his own ribs. "Arung, stop! You’ll—you’ll burn out! You aren't a descendant, you don't have the shielding—" "Shut up!" Arung hissed, his voice strained, vibrating with a frequency that didn't sound human. "I’m not a shield, kid. I’m an anchor. If I don't hold the line, the mountain collapses on the entire valley. Do you want to kill everyone for a hundred miles?"

Draco was not just consumed by resentment—he also possessed two rare Protection Shields. One came from himself, a defense born out of his past experiences, and the other was granted by a spirit who had sacrificed all their remaining fortune to create it for him. Aria hadn't noticed the shield before due to the presence of the Soul Suppression Plaque, but now she paused, observing the faint golden glow that emanated from his resentment. "Were you a soldier before?" she asked. Draco's eyes burned with fury. "So what if I was? They never treated us like humans. They deserve to die! All of them who bullied my daughter should die!" His anger boiled over as the Soul Suppression Plaque gleamed, fee

Miley and David were whispering with each other, crouching with each other, and drawing something on the floor. David was having a feast while caressing the bow. He made his intention to upgrade the already upgraded bow known to Miley. Of course, Milye cooperated. Soon, Julian and Juviana joined them whispering about another necessary upgrade. Shing! Again, the transparent shield was activated for no damn reason. Shadow watched as the shield covered the area they were sitting. It was beautiful. It wasn’t a normal shield. It was an energy shield that protected anything the user desired.

He looked past the illusion to where I sat with Aria in my arms. “I’m the shield,” he whispered. “I protect.” The illusion hit him and passed right through - just air and magic. He stood there breathing hard, eyes wet but dry. “I did it.” “You did,” I said, voice thick. “My brave shield.” *Level 2: Emotion Anchor* With Aria, it was different. She was 4 weeks old but already tracking us like she understood every word. The goal: hold one emotion without letting Moonblood surge.

Aria felt something break loose inside her. Not fear. Not pain. Power. Her Luna energy surged violently, snapping the witch chains like brittle glass. Aria staggered free, wolf howling as she rushed toward the battle. Kaelen saw her—just for a moment. His rage shattered into raw, desperate relief. Lucien’s spell soared toward him. Aria threw herself in front of Kaelen without hesitation. Her shield burst from her palms—golden, brilliant, blinding—meeting Lucien’s attack in a clash of light against darkness.

J added. But the biggest question is, why E.J not unscathed? "My mother once told me when I was little. There are three powerful shield in ancient era. Like these powerful healing magic. These said three powerful shield are namely: Shee El Dou Spectre, Licherous Nul and lastly, combination of the two great shield, the most powerful amongst them to; Licherous Spectre!" E.J stated.

"Then I will be standing at the gate. Personally." Marcus stepped forward, his golden shield humming at ready-idle. "I am standing with you." "Marcus, your shield cannot block hunger-based attacks." "My shield cannot block a lot of things, boss. That has never stopped me before." Jack looked at his Beta. The massive Shield Guardian stood with the unshakeable certainty of a man who had died, been resurrected with Progenitor blood, and decided that the afterlife was overrated. His Guardian's Intuition hummed in sync with Jack's Alpha presence, two halves of an unbreakable equation.

I screamed, parrying a bolt of dark energy that hissed like acid as it hit my blade. ​Aris was already moving, her fingers flying across her terminal as she floated near the perimeter, using her magnetic boots to anchor herself to a maintenance rail. “He’s using the hub’s cooling-lines to power his kinetic shield, Elara! If we don't sever the connection to the Hydro-Node, he’s invincible! He’s literally drawing the 'Weight' of the ocean from the deep to crush us!”