My Shield Hero Novels & Stories

"That's what I developed for the wraiths. Shields that could differentiate between our team passing through and attacks coming in." "That's incredible." He circles the shield, studying it from all angles. "Can you make it larger?" "Yes. Watch." I expand the shield, let it grow until it encompasses both of us. Inside the translucent barrier, it's just us, cut off from the world. Garrett looks around, then at me. "This is what you used to protect everyone." "This is what I used to protect you." The correction is soft. "When you were injured. When the wraiths were tearing into your mind."

For the first time that night, I let myself breathe. But even as I did, I knew Vincent’s voice would not leave me. His words would echo, waiting, testing, daring me to believe them. Saint could shield me from bullets. From enemies. From wars. But could he shield me from himself?

Soldiers checked weapons, tended to the injured, and prepared for what was sure to come. Eolan turned his gaze toward the horizon. The clouds still hung low, but somewhere beyond the ridge, a sliver of light pierced the gloom. “We are the shield,” he said, voice steady. “The shadow that fights the darkness with darkness.” As the sun dipped low, casting long fingers of light across the ravaged land, the group stood united, ready to face the gathering storm. --- The night came swiftly, swallowing the camp in a cloak of cold and silence. Fires flickered in the distance, the uneasy lull before the next wave. Eolan sat near the fire, the shadow resting quietly now, but never far from his mind.

Maybe he knew I wouldn't listen. "No," he agreed, the truth simple and heavy. "You're not. You're... different. You got caught in the battle. But you're also the shield, Veronica. The thing they want to break to get to me. The thing I need to protect." "Collateral." I nodded slowly, the word hurting like a slap. "And the flag. So let's talk about the shield's protection. Elias. Who is he, really? And what did 'neutralized' mean, Leonard? Please. Just simple words."

Adrian said, and I preened at his praise. "You have made a powerful shield in the first try itself. It would stay intact until you remove it or go to sleep. Remember to place the shield every time after you wake up," he instructed. That answered whether the shield was permanent or temporary. I nodded at him in response. "Now the demons wouldn't be able to sense me if I go out, right?" I asked enthusiastically. "They wouldn't but that doesn't mean that you have to try it out right now," he replied with a doubtful look.

Asher stood at a corner in the room, looking away from them. Phoebe moved in front of Kimberly, facing her, and blocking Asher's view of her. Now they could talk without the unpleasant possibility that Asher would overhear them or read their words from their lips. “If it’s so unbearable,” Phoebe suggested, her voice low, “Talk to your Dad. Tell him to get rid of him. Or tell him you want someone else.” Hillary Blake had relaxed a bit after he made Asher Adams Kimberly's bodyguard. Even if he wasn't completely sure that the threat was gone, he felt at peace a little bit, knowing that at least Kimberly had someone to protect her now.

Allie said, smiling widely. I turned to Kieran because for someone who was thrown against the wall just the previous day, she was sounding way too cheerful for my confused self, who was trying to make sense of everything they told me. Apparently, seeing Dylan get hurt somehow triggered my protective side which caused me to release the shield. And it wasn't just any shield, as the moment it came upon them, it began to heal them as well, which was one of reasons Dylan was alive. "Do you think the moon goddess is using me as an experiment to see what she can do?” I asked, and Kieran let out a soft chuckle.

A mixture of relief and sorrow flooded through me as I realised that it was over, that Blade had won. The cost was evident in the bloodied and battered form of Blade, his sides heaving as he caught his breath. But he had done it – he had fought for me, for us, and emerged victorious. Kane promised me once that if Jake ever returned he would protect me and stop him from taking me. He had kept that promise.

I looked down at Tabatha's unconscious body. "You bitch, I am going to kill you," Helena said and lifted her hands, and fire started coming toward me. I quickly put the shield back up, which had left when I was drinking Tabatha's blood. I made sure it was protecting Ethan as well. "That shield won't last forever," Helena said "STOP." Everyone turned to see Mr. King. "

I was on the verge of tears as I pleaded, feeling Ate Raine comfortingly rub my shoulder. Lieutenant Trinidad looked at me gently and placed a reassuring hand on my head. "I will help you, Raegan. We will find a way to save and protect your friend, okay? I will get another officer to assist me with her situation. Don't worry, he is my best friend and completely trustworthy. We will make sure this reaches higher authorities," he promised. Relieved, I broke down in tears again, thanking him repeatedly.