Novel & Cerita L'arc Shield Hero

He didn't have his kinetic armor to absorb the return fire, so he had to move like a ghost, using the basalt pillars for cover. ​"Leo! Behind you!" Maya screamed. ​A Trust soldier had dropped from a hidden ledge above, his ceramic blade swinging toward Leo’s neck. Leo didn't have time to aim. He threw up his left arm, the scarred, blighted arm, to block the strike. ​The ceramic blade hit the silver circuits with a sound like a hammer hitting an anvil. The blade didn't cut; it shattered. The silver-mesh beneath Leo’s skin, infused with the remains of the Rift’s geothermal energy, acted like a physical shield. The feedback from the impact sent a jolt of static through Leo’s nervous system, but

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

He was the epitome of heroism in her young eyes, and she had always looked up to him as a man of unwavering strength and protection. She was shivered down her spine by the sound of his fierce roar as he inspired his fellow warriors, kindling a hope that would not go out. Lauren's intense emotions were evident as only one tear fell from her cheek during the intense battle. She yearned to run to her father's side and protect him from the attack that would have broken him. However, she stayed put, a frail observer of a world in ruins. With his body bruised and his breath coming in short gasps, Alpha Alex pulled himself away from the fighting in a desperate attempt to save Lauren.

The arrow struck the creature’s chest, but instead of piercing, it dissolved into the mass of shadows that made up its form. “It’s not solid!” Aria called, leaping to the side as the creature’s blade slashed where she had stood. Kael raised his hands, summoning a shield of arcane energy that deflected the creature’s next attack. “It’s not entirely here,” he said through gritted teeth. “It’s partially in another plane.”

I began scanning it for a quick understanding before reading the words carefully. “Powers will not manifest as they do in typical young witches. There will be no signs other than that magic directed at them cannot touch them. They are completely immune, and with training, they can project a shield around others, keeping them safe. The last known shield was born two hundred years ago and was an important fighter in some of the greatest wars. She protected her group and was crowned queen of the kingdom of Miracle…” I leaned back in my chair, realizing the connection I shared with this warrior.

“They need to see me. They need to know I believe in our victory.” Mira, the bold female warrior Elara had trained before, stepped forward. “Luna, the new recruits are struggling with the shield focus. Can you show us once more?” Elara smiled and raised her hand. A soft golden light bloomed around her, forming a shimmering dome that expanded to cover several warriors. “Breathe with the energy. Let it become part of you. Don’t force it. Guide it like a river.” The warriors tried. Some shields flickered and held. Cheers rose from the group. Mira’s shield glowed steadily. “We feel it, Luna. Your power helps us believe.”

He stood like a King guarding a tomb. THWIP. A silver-tipped arrow whistled through the night, aimed for my chest. Kael moved. No shift—he couldn't—but he threw his weight into me. He shoved me behind a basalt pillar and took the hit. The arrow buried itself in his thigh with a sickening shunk. “Kael!” I grabbed his tactical vest, hauling him behind the stone. “Don’t… look.” He wheezed. His face was the color of old ash. He reached down and snapped the shaft, teeth grinding until I heard enamel crack. “Told you. I'm the shield. Go to the APC. Take the boy’s rock. Run.”

Leo asked in the video. "Let her hate me, Leo," Mavric replied in the video, his face full of resolve. "I'll use this key to create a firewall around her neural pathways so the Council can't detect her. I'll be her shield, even if she thinks of me as a sword piercing her. “As long as she lives, I don't care how she sees me." The video ended. Liora looked at Mavric with mixed feelings. This man had sacrificed his reputation, his relationship with his family, even his honesty just to be an invisible shield for her.

“Hanna always had shield whenever we fought. Nobody could ever touch her, you know. While hundreds may have perished, she always came out of a battle unscathed.” “I am not Hanna,” Arthur spoke angrily. “Me and my father don’t rule like cowards, Mila. We are always in frontlines when we fight. Collins have never runaway from a fight, and I’ll be damned if I let my love go fight a monster all by herself.” “Fine,” Mila nodded finally. “I too will take shield.” Arthur closed his eyes, exhaled, but then nodded. “Promise not to cheat?” Arthur asked. “Shield comes only if absolutely necessary and gets back on the moment I am able to,” Mila assured.

Silas said rubbing the back of his neck. “And your father is right.” A deep voice spoke. “Whoa!” Silas and Marco said leaning their heads back to look up at the 7 foot 4, 400 lb. wall of muscle smirking down at them. “I’m Royal Delta General Shadow Collins; this is my mate Royal Delta General Jennifer Collins.” He introduced himself and his mate. “Hi, I’m Royal Beta Jyden Hunt.” He greeted them. “Those two over there are the Shadow Twins, Spyder and Spencer Collins, Delta Warriors, and part of the Queens Royal Guards.”