My Shield Hero Novels & Stories

“Look, I’m just saying—whatever you’re doing, it’s working. I feel invincible. Also slightly sunburned. But mostly invincible.” Luka snorted behind him. “You say that now. Just wait until someone hits you.” “Oh, I intend to avoid all physical violence. That’s what these shields are for,” Darius said proudly, patting his chest. “Also what you’re for.” They worked all day. One by one. Selene gave, and Theoden strengthened. No two shields were alike—each shimmered with a slightly different hue, like it had been made to match the soul of its bearer.

ALEXANDER : Put up a wide area barrier extending across the beach, we can’t risk the enemy attacking us while our backs are turned ( He orders in a calm voice ) DIANA : Yeah I was thinking that as well, I’ll take care of it but I’ll need your shield ( She replies as Alex obliges her request and hands over his shield to her after which she moves forward to stand a few meters in front of Alex and put her hands up in the air with her face lifted to the heavens)…. Holy artillery : Shield of faith * Anadir onyx – Barrier of holiness ( an almost transparent barrier moves out from the shield and encompassed the entire beach side rendering the side on which the knights stood invisible to the other s

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.

She took up arms and armor and fought in a battle alongside men during the war without a single rest. Her bravery earned her the nickname "Miah the Shield-Maiden of Grassland," as they often saw her with a shield and a sword wherever she went. Her shield was her primary personal defense. They built it of planked wood and cut it in the shape of a circle. At the center was a rounded, convex piece of iron bolted to the front of the shield to repel the enemy's blows. The blade was both the favored weapon and the treasured possession of a Miah.

Seeing this, Alucard’s eyes flashed with admiration. “I cannot believe that he forced Father to use the Blood Shield.” “What is the Blood Shield?” Mane asked, his eyes still glued to the figures of the two men locked in battle. “It is one of Father’s Soul Weapons, and the only defensive one that he has.” “I see,” Mane nodded his head, making a mental note to himself to assess the abilities of his vassals later.

"You find yourself. You found yourself in the crypt. You found yourself in the vault. You are the Queen, remember? Queens don't live in exile." He rubs my arm. His touch is soothing, hypnotic. "Let me take care of you," he begs. "Let me protect you. That’s what I’m for. I’m the shield." I think of the assassin. I think of the blood on the stone floor. He is the shield. But a shield only works if you are standing behind it. I shift. I rest my head on his shoulder. I look at the window. The glass is dark, reflecting the two of us huddled on the cheap couch.

I said, stepping toward the ruins, the fire in my chest ready to burn the place to ash. But a voice called out behind me. “Wait.” I turned sharply, every muscle coiled—then saw her. Sherry. She walked up with a calm purpose. “I’m going to shield you,” she said, her voice steady. “So you can use your power inside.” I blinked, surprised. “You can do that?” I asked, glancing at Elijah. He nodded once.. But Sherry only smiled—confident, unfazed. “I am a shield,” she said. “I can only shield your mind. The ancient magic in the ruins won’t touch you—not while I’m holding it.”

Even I, if I were him, I wouldn't believe me either. The shield that was created by my unconscious sister started fading, and both of Chris and Earl got themselves ready to escape the lake. Chirs lift up Stephany between his hands, while Earl stands before them protectively. They both were ready to die while protecting her, and no one was ready to even stand by my side. The moment the shield was completely gone, Chris used his gifted - the illusion to duplicate them all. In a while, there were too many of them. The next while, it was only me. I was left alone.

Four years old, and he was already offering his life to the void just to keep us breathing. Kael stood up beside me, leaning on his sword. He didn't shift—he couldn't—but he stepped in front of me, his broad, bleeding back becoming a ceiling of flesh and bone. "I'm the shield, Leo," Kael said into his own link. His voice was calm, but his knuckles were white as he drew his silver blade. "You stay behind the wall. I’ll be the one in the fire. I promise." The Council Elite had retreated, but the silence that followed was a lie.

The coalition leader who launched the attack shouted angrily. “She is protected!” He ordered multiple warriors to fire simultaneously at the platform. A barrage of energy blasts flew toward me. I did not retreat. Instead I raised both hands. The throne power inside me surged outward. A circular barrier formed instantly around the platform. The incoming attacks collided with it exploding harmlessly against the shield. My eyes glowed silver. The barrier expanded. Not just to defend. But to push. The shield force exploded outward like a shockwave knocking coalition warriors off their feet.