Malty Shield Hero Novels & Stories

Malaika shouted. Every shifter had grouped behind Malaika, and she created an ice cover to safeguard the shifters. Malaika was confident she’d protect her team… but she wasn’t ready when the shield she did was utterly useless. The red magic circles summoned by the elves had penetrated her defense and hit the shifters one by one. Almost everyone fell on the found in a convulsive state except Yulli and Alleki. Yulli stood in front of the commander, and his palm had countered the magic circle. Malaika didn’t know how Yulli did it.

The invisible Non-Newtonian Kinetic Shield flared over his athletic tape and his combat rig. The boy’s knee slammed into Marcus’s sternum with the force of a speeding truck. The kinetic shield instantly crystallized, turning Marcus’s chest into an impenetrable wall of dense silver mana. The impact cracked like a rifle shot. The boy bounced off, tumbling to the polymer floor, but the madness instantly drove him back to his feet. He threw himself at Marcus again and again, screaming in agony and rage, battering his fists against the Bastion’s unbreakable guard.

Originally, I was a mage in front of me using a Top-Down Fire attack, and I planned to hold the Full shield, but I picked up the wrong person and the Full Shield was given to the mage. The Full Shield had something interesting. If it was placed on the teammate, it should strengthen their defense and reduce damage. But if it were placed on the enemies, it would clear their frontal buff. Just now, the mage was about to use a Top-down Fire Attack, and my team was ready to take the hit. I placed the Full Shield on the mage and stopped his attack. The Top-down Fire Attack was on his halfway to us, but it was interrupted and couldn’t be released.

I demonstrated: a thin barrier of silver, translucent, barely visible. "You don't need raw power for this. You need intent. Think about what you're protecting. Your packmates. Your family. The wolves standing next to you." I pushed more energy into the barrier until it glowed. "The stronger the intent, the stronger the shield." A hand went up in the third row. Maren. Sixteen, silver burn scars still pink on her forearms from the Purifier attack. She'd joined the fighter contingent despite Freya's suggestion that she stay in support.

- 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

“There are three who shield him. Three whose loyalty cannot be bought or threatened. Kaela, the blade who never misses. Sira, who speaks to the moon in light. Raelin, who guards him with war in her bones.” Malrick’s eyes lit with understanding. “You want to break the pack.” Verain nodded. “Divide the shield, and the thread unravels. Not by force. But by doubt.” A long silence followed. Then Malrick spoke again, his voice like flint. “Then begin.” ---

Suddenly, the door to the home office swung open, and Malta disappeared without a trace. Well, that explains how Malta managed to enter the house undetected. The only way to prevent his future entry would be to cast a powerful shield spell around the premises, capable of repelling any intruders. Bogo was wrong, Malta was not just an ordinary Alpha—his abilities were far greater than anticipated. The severity of the situation began to dawn on Dirk, and he understood the depth of trouble he was in.

"What should she be telling me Shields?" The glint in my eyes said that I would grab my friend by the ankles and shake the truth out of him. "Valiant has been through a lot over the last 24-hours Ro. She needed some comfort-" "Let me guess, you were the one to comfort her." Reece wasn't a pussy, he wasn't daft and he sure as hell wasn't going for my shit. "If you're going to be an aşs and not let me finish then yes, I comforted her."

The second training session was every bit as intense as Morgana had promised, if not more so. After a brief warm-up of meditation and breathing exercises, Morgana introduced shielding magic. "A shield is a barrier of concentrated power," Morgana explained, having Aria stand in the center of the training circle once more. "It can protect against physical attack, magical assault, or even emotional manipulation. Every Moon Blessed eventually learns to shield, but you're going to learn faster than most because of the level of power you're working with."

There were also magical inscriptions engraved on the shield’s surface. “A Macrocosm Ancestral God with four Macrocosm Powers personally crafted this shield with some rare materials from the Chaos. It’s a genuine Quasi Chaotic Treasure with very strong defenses. If a cultivator at the peak of the Caelum Ancestral God Rank were to use this shield, he could resist a full-strength attack from a Macrocosm Ancestral God with one Macrocosm Power.” After speaking, Henrik turned to James. “If this kid were to obtain the shield, he could easily resist everyone here.”