Malty Shield Hero Novels & Stories

It moved forward with a wet, grinding sound, swallowing a stone watchtower as if it were made of sugar. "It’s eating the magic in the stones!" Marek yelled from the courtyard, where he was trying to keep the 12,000 refugees calm. "The more we fight it with power, the stronger it gets! It’s a feedback loop!" The Root-Shield—the massive dome of silver-green energy Elias had left behind—was flickering. Every time the Gulgatha touched the dome, it took a "bite." The green light was turning grey. "If the shield falls, it hits the nursery first," Kael said, his eyes wide with horror. He looked at his own hands, which were shaking. "Where is he? Where is the Alpha?"

If that small mist could so easily breach the defenses of a meteor, it could surely cause some serious damage to any planet it crashed into. “Thankfully that planet is uninhabited, so there’s nothing to worry about,” Mane comforted Hildegarde. His entire body exuded a faint white glow much similar to the white mist he expelled from his body. This glow was called a Chaos Shield. It was the manifestation of Mane’s power as a High Level Spiritualist at the peak of his prowess. With his strength at such new heights, he had to take responsibility for his actions. And that included the white mist he had let go off. Although he asked Hildegarde to curb her worries, he wasn’t one to leave a destruct

I shouted, standing beside him and extending my strong palms toward the ceiling to raise a pure silver thermal shield that intercepted the runic arrows beginning to rain down from the walkway. The impact of the projectiles against my mystical barrier created a series of golden explosions that cracked the tar pipelines of the eastern wing. Thick smoke began to fill the central chamber, blurring visibility and forcing the refugees to run toward the emergency exit that Kael defended with his blessed spear. Seeing that my shield was holding the defensive line, Ethan leaped from the upper walkway with impressive Lycan agility. His golden armor glowed in the middle of the purple haze as he descend

She offers me a soft, profoundly protective smile,an expression that strikes a deep chord within me, mirroring the exact way my own sister used to look at me whenever I was broken. For the very first time since I was dragged back into this luxurious prison, I feel the icy armor around my heart begin to soften. I feel myself slowly, tentatively letting go of my defenses. The paranoia and deep-seated doubt are still very much alive inside me, but a fragile, microscopic spark of trust for the woman standing before me is finally beginning to break through the surface. "I am right here by your side. Think of me as your Ate Yolly from now on. I am going to help you, Miss Raegan."

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.

"Malachai is a shadow-wielder. He can manipulate darkness and shadow as physical forces....conceal himself and others, create constructs from shadow-matter, suppress light sources including magical ones. At his level of development, he can use shadow to muffle sound, conceal magical signatures, and create temporary pocket spaces." He paused. "He also has a limited compulsion ability....he can't override strong wills, but he can nudge decisions in directions he prefers in people who aren't specifically shielded. This is how he built his faction. Not through overt mind control but through the subtle application of influence over years." Eve filed this carefully. "So mental shields specifically

Falcon squished her hand on her shoulder and released it. Sabrina clicked her tongue, feeling so unfair. Falcon added. “To me, Malikul is the most handsome man and the coolest man to exist. He is the man that I fell for. You probably have a different opinion.” “Is it okay to think that way?” “What do you mean by that?” BEEEEEEEEEP~ The final alarm went off before another blue-ish shield was activated at the same time as the shield of the enemy. BAMMMMM! The collision sound of two shields echoed all around as the ground shattered due to the impact.

The shield was so strong that neither one of their powers were breaking it . " It's useless ! We can't get out of it . " said leader Alan . " Do you like my invention your highnesses ? Grand duchess ? Gilbert ? " said Emre . " What is that ? " said Eskylrious angrily . " That is a shield I created myself . The shield's main function is to trap you inside then absorb the power of the attacks that the others do when trying to break the shield . Pretty cool , for someone who's considered a second place talent . " said Emre .

“Tell Ezreal something for me.” I swallowed. “Say it yourself.” “Oh, I will,” he said smoothly. “But not yet.” The pause this time was deliberate. “He won’t be able to shield you forever,” Malrick said. “Men like him always think they can stand between the world and what they love. But I've been alive longer than you both and I can't honestly tell you… history isn't kind to men who play the hero.” My chest burned. “You don’t scare me.”

Crossing his arms before his chest, he gathered all his remaining Internal Energy, malevolent energy, and soul essence into a thick, extremely heavy dark-purple Demonic Shield. "Clang!" The deafening boom shook the Ninefold Heaven and the ten lands below. The Demonic Shield shattered on impact, fragments flying everywhere. In Elijah's eyes, it was as if the shield had been nothing more than a clump of cotton, easily crushed at will. Mystic Vale was struck heavily, his body staggering backward several steps. Each step left deep footprints in the incomparably hard stone platform, cracks spreading like a spiderweb. A sweetness surged in his throat, and another mouthful of pitch-black blood spra