Robbie Reyes Shield Novels & Stories

As I listened to Jonah's baseless accusations, I couldn't help but feel how ridiculous the entire situation was. Rose had gotten the wound the day before during combat training. She had a weak foundation, so after performing a defensive maneuver, she accidentally scraped herself when she fell on the mat. Everyone in the team was covered in similar wounds. In fact, most of them had even more severe injuries. "Think whatever you want," I said lightly in a completely calm voice. "There's no reason for her to continue working in this industry if she can't even handle a little scrape from training. Bodyguards aren't just for show, after all. A pretty face can't stop a bullet."

Every time she saw him, she disliked him more. “Looks like you’re in luck again, princess,” Robbie said lightly. “You’ve got me as your personal bodyguard—for free.” Adela and Cici both looked at him like he was crazy. Cici snorted. “Layson is just upstairs. Want me to go get him so you can rethink your life choices?” Robbie bit into a fruit with exaggerated thoughtfulness. “They say he’s a hell of a fighter. Too bad so few people have seen it. If I get to witness it tonight… I’d consider that a win.”

There seemed to be nothing else. Robbie was different from other agents who cherished their lives. He never carried those adept secret weapons to preserve his own life. Robbie had always been upright, so he did not like the idea of keeping lethal weapons. He just kept some simple clothes and a mask. It made their image of Robbie incomparably radiant. The sisters suddenly let down their defenses and burst into tears.

Reese stood taller than his friend, making it harder for the front man to see his face, but it was too easy for her to see him. Reece's eyes never left Valiants face. He stared at her so hard that he willed himself into her life. He was pulled out of his trance by his cohorts voice and lead-like observation, and when it was noticed, he retained his statuesque facade and face as if he wasn't acting like a puberescent boy. "Vee," Roman spoke slowly using one of her other nicknames, "this man is Reece Shields. He is my best friend and my right hand. You are safe with him as you are with me."

Another loud gong echoed out and Toban’s shield cracked across the middle and fizzled out, large blue flakes of light falling to the ground around him. Kealy sucked in a breath when she saw what had caused the shield to fail, Rex was standing behind the man, sword raised, pointed toward a now frightened Toban, who dropped his staff and fell to his knees next to a pale Barton. “Grab the weapons,” Rex wheezed, “Bashing through that shield has taken a little more than I thought out of me.” “We have surrendered,” Toban said, raising his hands into the air, “You cannot kill prisoners of war.”

He had many questions about how her vocal projection ability worked, but he chose to observe for now. The third person was ranked #88. Zen didn’t know if they were male or female, but he introduced his mafia name as “Impenetrable Shield”. The human shield had a lab manufactured material fused with his bones. After the fusion, blades and bullets cannot do his bones any harm. This person was a walking human shield even if they still bled, and Zen was slightly horrified.

“Leave.” He moved first. Not toward me. Toward the glass. A sudden pivot and two quick steps, a hand coming up for the handle like he could walk into my house and make dinner plans with my people. Pierce punched me from the inside. Now. I grabbed Robbie by the front of his hoodie and swung him sideways into the shadow of a trailer so clean and fast his feet skidded out from under him. The sound he made was surprised, undignified, not pain. He scrabbled, tried to use my coat as purchase, found skin instead, flinched at the heat.

The spiral bullet shot out with a loud booming sound, hurtling at full speed toward Logan. There was hardly anywhere for Logan to run. Not like he had any plans of running in the first place. Logan let out a roar and an energy shield appeared in front of him. The spiral bullet struck the shield, resulting in a powerful explosion. The shield was destroyed, but the bullet was also blocked. Ryder's expression shifted, firing another two shots at once. Yet Logan channeled two more shields, blocking both bullets before launching a punch a meter away from Ryder. It was a terrifying attack.

Keaton lunged forward, tackling Hayden to the ground. Robbie ran though the entrance of the room, panting as he frantically looked around. He looked absolutely wild, robbed of his "gentle but somewhat violent giant" look. He hadn't shifted, but had definitely been fighting by the look of his tattered clothing and bloodied knuckles. "He's gonna make this slow," Robbie huffed as he cut through my restraints. "I don't wanna be around for it." "We'll give them some privacy," I swallowed, closing his eyes as Hayden began to beg for mercy. "Is it just you and Keaton?" I asked, rubbing my wrists where the skin had been rubbed raw from the rope.

"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