Raphtalia Shield Hero Novels & Stories

"First the core, now the deep. You’re not just hiding us from the Cónclave. You’re hiding us from the world. From life." "Life is a liability," he hissed, leaning over me. He placed his hands on the arms of my chair, caging me in. "Life is what gets you targeted. Life is what makes you bleed. I am the Shield, Ruby. My only function is to ensure that the flame inside you doesn't go out. If that means we live in the dark for the rest of our days, then we live in the dark." I felt the bridge surge—a wave of his possessive, suffocating devotion that felt like a physical weight on my chest. It was beautiful and terrifying. He was so afraid of the world hurting me that he was willing to become the

"If it’s a shield, why isn't it shielding me now? Why can I still feel Zilo’s brand burning in my chest? Why can Seraphina project her frosty face into my father’s office?" "Because it was never activated," Nomo replied, pointing to a diagram of a jagged, glowing core. "Byrne’s notes say the shielding process required a blood-binding ritual that Rosa never got to finish. She was taken before she could link the Stone to your pulse. Right now, it’s sitting somewhere in a dormant state, waiting for the right frequency to wake it up." "And the Triad thinks they can use that 'shroud' to hide their hybrid army from the Covenant," Sofia said, the realization hitting her like a physical blow. "They

He grunts in pain but stays standing. "Stay focused Talia! You must complete the rites!" Bran screams "Not when I'll wipe you all out right now!" Sylas replies laughing wickedly. Kaelith quickly casts a protective shield around them, but the dome flickers. The ritual hasn’t been completed, so the power is unstable and leaking away. Inside her, Tiara’s voice speaks urgently: “You must finish it… or everything ends.” Talia wipes blood from her face and calls out to her warriors, commanding them to form a circle around the altar. They obey without hesitation, standing shoulder to shoulder against the chaos.

Gold is fake and real love hurts. But nothing hurts when I'm alone. And you're with me and we're alone. Let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall give you a ball and chain. Its not like me to be so mean you're all I wanted. Just let me hold you. Like a hostage. * Billie Elish *

“They remember Lirael’s cries so vividly — the cold bite of the binding rites, the way her wild freedom was chained. They see echoes of that in what I did to you, Elara. Some of them are ready to help us soften the old Pact if we continue choosing differently.” Elara met his eyes, the fear still lingering like a shadow at the edge of her vision, but no longer swallowing her whole. The cool air of the conservatory felt cleaner somehow, the sweet floral scent cutting through the darker memories. Rowan’s hand remained protectively over Elara’s on her stomach, his warmth seeping through the fabric. “The Beta Shield stands ready to support whatever comes next,” he said, his voice steady and calm.

I suppose they were all attractive, but my soulmate was the most attractive of them all. "You are my princess." Kellan the vampire then muttered something to me after kneeling to the same degree that the other bodyguards and the driver had done in accordance with conventions. I had also already released my royal strong aura, which I had always kept hidden since it alerted other creatures to the fact that I was royalty, and I had also undone the human enchantment that had been cast against me by the witch. I was going to an area where vampires resided, and I couldn't get there if I looked like a normal person.

Waiting. Grinding my back tooth out of habit, I keep my slow crouch walk up, hoping the streetlamps cones of light don’t have the kind of range to reveal my position. The night that shrouds me is my only shield of protection against Alpha Rylan. If I had the resources, I would have an entire arsenal with me. Instead, I’m stuck with a thick sharpened piece of wood tucked into the back of my pants. I don’t know how this will go. Rylan surely brought his guards with him.

"So she would know about the assassination. About the training. About....." "Everything your body has lived through," Raphael confirmed. "Which means nothing you've physically experienced is hidden from her if she chooses to read it." He paused. "She's also the only faction leader whose specific abilities you cannot shield against directly. The mental shields protect your thoughts and emotional state. They don't protect your body's history." The silence that settled after this was the particular silence of a new and significant concern. "How do I handle that?" Eve asked.

Another raider tried to slip past her, but she blocked him, pushing him back toward Azeriel’s line. Azeriel moved like a storm. His blade cut arcs through the air, driving two raiders back toward the trees. “You don’t get to run yet,” he growled. Lyra stood behind the settlement huts, palms glowing. A soft shield expanded like a golden veil across the structures. Sparks from a thrown torch hit the barrier and fizzled out harmlessly. One of the raiders stared in confusion. “What is that?” Lyra pushed her hand forward. The shield pulsed and shoved him backward with a burst of force. “Protection. Something you don’t understand.”

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