My Shield Hero Novels & Stories

5 miles south of the cliff when one of our Warriors seem to have run into an invisible barrier at the same time as our beta Zion. “ what the fuck was that?” I mindlinked Zion. “ someone has a blood protection shield right here” he responds “ look closely and you can see the way it shimmers” he adds and that causes me and Saint to both look harder and that’s when I realize he’s telling the truth. I see a faint shimmer right in front of me. “Warriors there is a shield here. Follow the edge see if you can find a weak spot” I mindlink them . I get a chorus of “yes alpha heir”

He was trying to build a wall around the only piece of us that was left. "He’s protecting the asset," I lied. "He’s protecting you," Dominic corrected, his voice turning dark. "And that’s a problem. Because as long as he’s protecting you, he’s a threat to our control. If something were to... happen to him, the Shield would pass entirely to you. No more friction. No more silent wars." Dominic spun me around, and for a second, I saw Silas across the room. He wasn't talking to union reps. He was standing perfectly still, his eyes fixed on Dominic’s hand on my waist. His jaw was so tight I thought it might shatter.

"You are dropping the shield." The deep, resonant rumble of Victor’s voice broke the silence. I hadn't heard the private elevator arrive, but the localized gravity of the room had already shifted. He stepped up behind my chair, his large hands coming to rest warmly on my shoulders. He leaned forward, his chin brushing the top of my head as his dark eyes scanned the glowing screen. "The shield is holding us back," I murmured, leaning back into his solid heat. "If I want the mainstream world to stop looking at us like we are a dirty secret, I have to stop acting like one. I have to put my name on the door."

The weak shield, also translates that I'm weak, and a weak Alpha is not who my father was or who he raised me to be. I had big shoes to fill. My father, King Howard II single handedly stopped the war between us and hunters, creating the shield as a sign of the treaty. He sent me to a human military boarding school during that time to protect his heir. But after the war, he changed, left me alone among the humans only to die in the hands of his brother, trying to save my mother.

- 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

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.

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.”

Julian whispered. ​He grabbed the blade of the Scythe with his bare hand. ​The white energy hissed, searing his palm, but Julian didn't flinch. He closed his eyes and reached for the one memory Silas couldn't erase—the feeling of Elowen’s hand in his during the Tenth Life. Not the power. Not the magic. Just the girl. ​"I am the Shield," Julian growled, the words a command to the universe. "And the Shield does not let the Sword break."

His eyes are hollow with fatigue, yet still burning with loyalty. I swallow hard. My throat feels like sandpaper. “…I’m sorry. This one’s mine.” Before they can protest, I thrust my will outward. The shield hurls them away—launched like arrows to safer ground. The instant they’re gone, the heat slams into me. My skin sears, the tips of my hair curl and crisp, and agony rips a scream from my throat. I almost collapse right there—then, instinctively, the shield snaps back around me, thin and fragile.