Raphtalia Shield Hero Novels & Stories

Its irises glowed in a purple color, like something just pulsed within it. “STAND BACK!” Raeya shouted with all her might and clapped her hands just in time. She was able to double the layer of the shield before the rest of the walls of the armory room gave way and revealed the colossal Shadow who had its mouth open, a purple light at the back of its throat. It was recharging to fire another attack. Raeya could feel her body giving up too much of her essence. She didn’t want to die yet. She had to live. No one was left to protect the people on her behalf.

I wanted names. “Gretta Harold. She is still in charge. She should be here anytime. Is there anything else sir?” Jed looked nervous. “No, you can go, thank you.” I took the first papers off the stack once he left. I nearly puked when I saw the picture. Aura was face down on the ground, a guard was between her legs. She was nude as was the guard from the waist down. I knew what he was doing to her. I wanted to kill them all again. I wanted to find everyone who had ever hurt her and kill them all. I set the page aside, grabbing another one. In that photo, the guard was holding a positive pregnancy test in one hand, and with the other, he was pointing to Aura, bloodied and unconscious on the fl

He nodded. “You see when news spread about what Henry could do, he became the protector of his land. When his sons were granted with the same abilities, they were looked at like Gods. They could heal fast, they had this amazing strength, and they could transform. But they also had this hunger for blood. And to keep them in check when they shifted, they needed blood. Athena started The Reaping.” “That sounds very anonymous.”

He told Dakota, Griz and the others in the room. “Do we know who this Russian Alpha is?” Blaze asked as he walked into the room. Dakota looked over at Kydence. Kydence and Mimi were the only females in the meeting. “Our job as Shadow Guards,” Kydence started, “is to help protect the innocent and vulnerable, be they supernatural or human. The Shadow pack has been blessed with the ability to do several things. I do hafta ask that our identities stay here in this room.” She said looking into the eyes of each new wolf and bear they’ve met here over the last several days.

Still, that shield was as vulnerable as if it was made of paper under Dalton’s incoming sword. A muffled sound rang off! The man’s shield was shattered into pieces. The clothes on his body exploded, revealing the upper half of his body. A ping-pong ball-sized Red Moon tattoo on the man’s chest was revealed, and the pattern was too dazzling not to be seen.

Kael hummed a quiet, satisfied note. Liora looked at the page in her hand, which still pulsed with the gentle light of her daughter's silly song. It was a new kind of weapon. A shield made of joy. The universe had tested them and they had found an answer. The cost of the song was real but as she looked at her family, their faces alive with relief and love, Liora knew the price was worth it. They would find a way. They would protect their song, their messy, beautiful, human song, no matter what the cosmos threw at them.

Not just for Raphael. For their child. Her heart twisted painfully. Tears welled again, but she bit them back, forcing herself to steady her breathing. She couldn’t—she couldn’t tell them. Not Tamy, not Robert, not Claudius. Not yet. Her fingers curled, silver light flickering between them. She closed her eyes, reaching inward, wrapping her aura tight around the tiny spark inside her. A shield. A cloak. No one would sense it. Not even Claudius with all his centuries.

He looked at the miners he had worked beside, the soldiers he had led, and the sister he had saved. "For fifteen years, I was a prisoner of the dark," Kaelen’s voice was clear, carrying across the plaza without the need for magic. "I was told that the North was a memory. I was told that my sister was a myth. But the Shield did not break. It was simply waiting for a hand strong enough to hold it." He raised his hand, and a barrier of pure, translucent violet energy shimmered over the entire plaza. It wasn't an attack; it was a canopy of protection.

He doesn’t like that answer. But he accepts it. Later, alone in my chambers, my hands shake. I grip the edge of the table until the tremor passes. Tyla watches me from the doorway, saying nothing. She’s learned when silence is support. “I don’t know who I am if I’m not the shield,” I say finally. She steps closer. “You’re still the shield.” “Then why does it feel like I’m letting things through?” “Because shields don’t stop weather,” she replies gently. “They stop blades.”

Shield wall The warriors surrounding us took up the refrain, slamming their weapons on their shields, the noise getting louder and louder until I could hardly hear myself think. Shield wall. Sheathing my distorted blade, I rested my hands on the railing, watching as lightning crackled between Melisande’s outstretched palms. “Hlin, Freyja “I mumbled. “Protect us.” Magic poured through me, spilling out of my fingertips and onto the wall, spreading left and right with startling speed until it surrounded the stronghold with brilliant light. It’s not too late, Andronika, Alpha Maximus cried.No one needs to die today. All it takes is you deciding to change your fate.