Rising Of The Shield Hero Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

'Please, make it fast. I close my eyes. I need to try to command my waves to transform and take the shape of a shield. We can't lose! The waves slowly start taking shape. Yes! It wraps us around and the soldies stop on front of the shield. They don't cross it. Is it protecting us from the attack of soldiers too? I wonder why. The dizziness of the fog goes away immediately as the shield forms around me. Sia! Now!

Within the abyss of my mind, everything melted into tranquillity. Opening my eyes, I met a world transformed. The din of war had subsided, and silence reigned. Victor’s voice called to me, filled with wonder. I turned to find everyone gazing at me, awe etched upon their faces. Before me shimmered the shield, a barrier of light flowing with resilience and grace, as I reached out, its surface welcomed my touch, a tangible connection to a dreamlike reality. My gaze stretched across the landscape, where the shield cradled our city, offering respite and protection.

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.

We are only able to put a shield around a single person at a time, but with both Kora and I, whatever was about to happen, we could shield Abby even more if we work together. “You create the shield and I’ll strengthen it, okay?” She said and I nodded again. Kora knew that I was fragile right now looking at Abby like this and that she would have to be the one to strengthen the shield. To anyone else, the shield would be invisible, but whoever made the shield was able to see it, “Okay, there,” I told Kora once I saw the thin veil around Abby. Kora put her hands up and I saw the sheer veil of a shield begin to thicken, looking almost as if it turned to glass. Abby looked like a rose that was be

Theon yells a warning, and I look up at the ceiling. And a large chunk of it cracks, and falls. Instinctively, I drag Theon towards me and cross my arms above my head. Energy zings through my body, and a light purple shield erupts out of my ring. The debris smashes on the surface of the shield, shattering into pieces. The impact of it makes me stagger, but I hold the shield in place. "What the hell..." Theon mouths, staring at my cracked shield. "How?" "Long story," I say, and the shield disappears. The rumbling hasn't stopped yet, and more ceiling pieces start to fall. "Let's go!"

Damien uttered. Ethan stares at her inwardly and sensed that she was disguised. If he is to look into her past and future, he will sell himself out, so he just decided to keep it on the low. “Mind your speech, boy!” she said with a shaking voice. “There are fierce slaves hunters out there who will out power us if we do not spend the night at your place. Why then haven't you being captured by the so-called slave hunters and about sleeping in your place are you attempting to tell us that you are the shield who protect evils from reaching people?” Damien voiced out his theory and demand for an answer with his eyes glaring and observing the woman countenances as if her mood will change, and then

I rolled onto my back and looked up at him, at the black arc of birds that gathered in the sky beyond his shield. In this fall or the next, I knew, his shield would falter. Rivyn was injured, still, from his time amongst the angels. His face showed his weariness, and strain. What part of himself would he leave uncovered, I wondered, in order to shield me from those sharp claws?

he looked at Leo, then at the shadows where Liam was hidden, “the harvest is ready.” I felt the ice in my veins go from a simmer to a boil. My power was drained, but a mother’s rage is a renewable resource. I looked at Killian. The bridge between our souls, the one that had formed during the fight was still there. It was a thin, glowing wire of shared trauma and biological destiny. “Killian,” I whispered into his mind, testing the link. “I can’t break their shields alone. I need you to be my shield.” I saw his eyes widen, a flicker of shock crossing his face before it hardened into a grim, determined mask. “Always, Elara. Command me.”

He raised one hand and the water around him froze into deadly spikes. “Target acquired,” the guard said in a flat, mechanical voice. “The bridge child belongs to Victor Kane.” Hope cried out as invisible force yanked her forward through the water. “He’s pulling me! I can’t fight it!” Mia lunged after her daughter, grabbing her arm. “Let her go!” Damien fired three shots. The bullets stopped mid-air, glowing gold before dropping harmlessly into the flood. “New plan — run!” Theo and Elias unleashed their powers together, creating a golden shield that pushed back the spikes. “We’ll hold them!” Elias shouted. “Get the little ones to the upper levels!”

My stomach twisted with fear and fury; I could not, would not, let him harm us. “Axel!” I hollered, voice piercing through the mayhem. He was close, but the space between us and Auren was becoming perilous. The rogue wolves surrounding him suddenly lunged at him, pushing to cut him off, but I wasn't about to let them. Instinctively, I lifted my energy shield-a wave that sent three attackers off their feet. My chest seared from the exertion, yet I didn't back down.