Shield Hero Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Hector POV My fingers slip through her white fur as she blurs past me. I’m fighting three fighters off me that seem to be on some kind of steroids, on top of being the strongest warriors I have ever fought. She has just done the one thing I asked her not to do…she has just shifted. As soon as she has taken the male out that was all over Alora, another runs up behind her. I try to shout to her but one of the warriors reaches for my throat, cutting off my voice and I can’t mind-link her.

Currently, I was home, still on bed rest, not like I needed it but Vito didn't want my ass out, something about not forgiving himself if something happened to me again. I was feeling so many things right now, confusion, shame, worry but most importantly, pain. Sure I've been shot before but right now, I doubt this was any physical pain. And well, shame because I didn't know how to act around him anymore. Any moment I get to be in his presence I turn into a blushing mess, like we almost kissed and I low-key wanted it to happen.

We’d crouch there, giggling into our sleeves, waiting until the clock struck four and the voices in the lounge faded. When we came back, no one asked questions. Some of the workers liked us better invisible. That day in the shed, Sheila pulled a faded comic book from her pocket. We read by the light through the cracks in the wall. A superhero story, the girl in the cape looked nothing like us, but we liked her anyway. “She doesn’t need saving,” Sheila said. “Because she’s strong?” “No,” she said, flipping the page. “Because she saves herself.” That night, I dreamt of flying.

The threat hung heavy, not idle— in that moment, I meant every word. I shoved him then, both hands slamming into his chest with all my strength. He staggered back a step, surprise flickering across his face, but he caught himself quickly, his expression crumpling into something haunted. The bond pulsed with his pain, mirroring my own, but I refused to yield. Damian moved subtly then, half a step forward, positioning himself between us—not a direct challenge to his alpha, but a clear shield for me. His presence was a silent vow: He won't hurt you again. Not on my watch.

He flinched, muscles jerking— But his arm kept coming. “Trying to play princess?” he sneered. The needle kissed the edge of her tight little shield, sliding off with a whining scrape. Her lungs burned. Her focus frayed. Shield. Pressure. Command. All three, and still not enough to end this cleanly. The injured one stepped in again now, circling, fury in every line of his body. He didn’t go for her throat this time. He went lower. For her. For *them.*

Future Alpha or not, he was going to have one or the other. I might be at his mercy, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t fight him every step of the way. “I’ll let you in on a secret, but only because you’re so much fun to play with.” Hael spoke in a low voice, one weeping with danger. “When she touches me, it takes all of my energy not to break every bone in her body. Do you know why that is?” “No.” I swallowed, the hairs along my neck lifting. Hael lifted my hand, turning it over in his. He pressed my palm against his cheek, the stubble along his jaw rough to the touch. I bit down on my lower lip when he pushed his face into my hand, inhaling sharply before letting it fall between us.