Myne Sophia Shield Hero Novels & Stories

“Please act normally with me, healer. I'm just Alpha Xavier's mate. Not yet Luna from this Blood Moon Pack. After all, my status within this Blood Moon Pack itself still hasn't changed a bit. I am still Beta Sophia.” Sophia immediately shook her head a few times there, trying to refuse the gesture of respect the healer was giving her right now. “And thanks for promising to keep this a secret from Alpha Xavier for a while.” "Of course. T-then, I'll excuse myself." The healer immediately left there. Meanwhile, Ruth was increasingly made unable to understand what Sophia had just asked the healer just now. Ruth frowned deeply, trying to suppress the annoyance she was feeling right now. Ruth took

I know Sophia would never have the army to get rid of them, but this was my gift to her, an army that's willing to fight for one cause. I am not doing this to get her to forgive me, no, I am doing it because I love her, to a fault and my love from someone comes with protection. We rode past the market, but stopped at the gate. I had planted some archers in Kai team. Since they all shield their faces, he won't be able to tell the difference. We gave the signal and the door was open. Just in time, as when I rode in, my Sophia would have been beheaded. She stood shocked at my actions but I didn't have time to waste, I pushed her away from Kai as the arrow started flying around.

It expanded, covering her and Noah in the warm light. Noah did the same. His crimson aura intertwined through Ophelia’s like water through cracks, it formed a shield of red and violet. A soldier from their right fired the first bullet, it whipped with high velocity cutting through the smoke. It collided with the shield and missed its targets. Ophelia started to count down silently in her head, at the count of three, she launched towards the nearest soldier before her. Noah followed her with more force, the ground cracked where his feet once stood. Their shields ripped apart like fabric, reforming themselves around them as separate entities looming behind them.

“You’re not the only one fighting battles.” “And you should know better than to shield us without telling us the truth,” I added, my arms still crossed, tension clenching my muscles. “We have a right to know, especially when our lives are at stake!” “I understand. I truly do,” Sophia replied, her gaze dropping momentarily as if the weight of our accusations was pulling her down. “But I thought it would be easier for you two to focus on your roles— Loan with his Alpha duties, Niylah with her position among the fighters. I didn’t want you to carry more.”

“And he will choose.” “I already did,” Maya wheezed. “I chose to protect him.” “Yes,” Sophia said. “You did. And it nearly destroyed him.” Adrian choked on disbelief. “Don’t twist this—” Sophia raised a finger, silencing him with a gesture eerily similar to Maya’s—but sharpened, polished, artificial. “I am not twisting anything. I am stating logic.” She stepped closer, hands clasped behind her back—a posture too neat to belong to someone human. “You have spent your entire life sprinting into danger to save her. You’d burn the world for her. And Sovereign saw that.”

Every step closer pushed them toward the observation room, toward the children Sophia refused to leave behind. “We can’t hold this spot forever,” Elise hissed, reloading. “No,” Sophia agreed, jaw tightening, “but we don’t have to.” She pulled a flash charge from her harness—one of Reyes’s supplies—and primed it. “Cover me.” Elise laid down suppressing fire as Sophia whipped the charge around the corner. It hit the floor near the guards’ feet. One shouted. Then the world went white. Sophia didn’t wait. She surged forward as the flashbang detonated, blinding the remaining guards. Her boots hit the floor hard, her weapon already raised. Two controlled shots took down the first shield-man. Elise

Sophia recognized Jamima's signal and approached her with Alex's hand in hers. "Daniel, take down the shield! You're not in good shape, so stop using your powers," Jamima said, caressing his face. But he pretended not to listen to her. Soon after, Sophia arrived, and the shield around her expanded, engulfing both Daniel and Jamima. "Daniel, please stop! Please do-don't *sob* do this with you-yourself," Jamima cried.

Shouldn't there be guards, alarms, something, anything? She turns to face me, a wicked smile on her lips. "What are you doing?" I ask her, looking around the room for something I can use. A weapon. Sophia's in athletic clothes. Tight running top, yoga pants, and sneakers. She's got a hat on, pulled down low over her face, and her hair is piled on her head, hidden under the cap. She comes closer, hands balled into fists. "Do you have any idea what's going to happen now?" she asks, speaking quietly. "Now that they're dead? Now that your piece-of-shit husband is going to win the war?"

It was a gesture of sincerity, of offering something real. “When I acted jealous about your friend or made those comments, it was never about Clara. It was about you. It was about how you caused a feeling in me—a real, powerful, dangerous feeling—that Clara never could. And I hated it, because I hated being out of control.” Sophia’s expression was a mix of confusion, shock, and dawning clarity. “You mean… all that time, she was just… an image?” she asked softly. “A shield,” I corrected. “A beautiful, perfect shield against the truth. And you… you are the one who walked in and threw the shield away.”

For a weak spot, the shield was pretty holding up— “False alarm,” whispered Hera. As another bullet pierced through one of the warrior’s skull, the part where they were mostly pounding cracked with a resounding crunch, and Hera had to move back when a small fragment of the shield plummeted toward her she barely escaped it, though she was mildly interested what would happen if it pierced through her skin. “Back out a little, guys. The shield might be invisible, but if it’s destroyed, it becomes a lethal glass that destroy anyone who’s pierced by it from within.”