Shield Hero Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

The words hit like a slap, but I could feel through the bond that he didn't entirely believe them. This was armor, the same way my invisibility had been armor. A way to survive in a world that wanted to use him. "Fine," I said. "I'm your meat shield. But I'm a meat shield who can feel when you're in danger. Who can access abilities that might keep us both alive. Who might be able to figure out who killed Adrian Sorenson and the others."

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.

Peeking around the edge of her shield she could see his massive finger tapping it. "Had enough?" the giant asked with a bedeviled smirk on his face. "No! Have you?" she retorted with more bluster than she felt. He laughed aloud, shaking the air, "Feisty indeed! I think you're my favorite slayer so far." With a force seeming impossible for a single finger, he touched the center of her shield and pressed against it. She grunted, digging in her feet, but it was like pressing against a stone wall. He effortlessly pushed until it felt like he was trying to squish her beneath her own shield. She couldn't let that happen.

I pulled him close putting my lips on his to get him to stop talking but mostly to get rid of my guilt. He puts his hands around my waist as I withdraw. "It's okay." I smile. ~~~~ I pushed my plate in the zinc, holding the knife tight as I heard footsteps close to me knowing full well who it is. The asshole that marked me. "Oh, my brother's wife so hot." I turned around putting the knife near his face. "Woah, role play I like." He smirked, how can I stay mad when he's looking so hot in that white shirt showing off his incredibly muscular body.

I stood up with the sword flaming blue and tried to locate him. "Quite Beautiful. I knew the Sword had something more to it." I heard him say and I turned to see him holding Kimberley with his claws right at her throat. I saw the Shield far away He had probably dropped it when the sword blasted him. "Drop the sword Alpha." He said and I held on tighter. "Drop it." He said and Kimberly struggled but he pierced her with just a nail and I saw the red blood spill down her white skin.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains sensitive themes, including physical domestic abuse, violence, and attempted forced intimacy. If you find these topics triggering or uncomfortable, please proceed with caution or skip this chapter. Thank you. Out of all the boys, he was the only one who had the courage to try and court me. I was shy with boys back then, seeing how my sister always cried about her crushes. I thought, if I attached myself to boys, I was going to be hurt just like my Ate Raine experienced.

It was filled with a dark fog and in the midst of it, I could hear the little girls' laughter. One of them emerged from the fog and came so close to the shield, I couldn't hold back my scream. The rest of the girls were in a combat with Enzo and I was afraid that Hera would break through the shield and get her hands on me. It was the last thing I wanted. The little girl standing right in front of the shield started to repeatedly slam her hand on the shield. It kept vibrating and emitting a bluish glow.

My arms crossed tightly over my chest, a defensive posture betraying my uncertainty. With a frustrated sigh, I continued, my exasperation bubbling to the surface. "Oh, I see now. You're one of those who think I'm just some pampered prince who can't fend for himself out there." My narrowed gaze bore into Sheila, searching for any hint of deception. "Fine, tell me. Who put you up to this? Sir Grigor? The Oakleys? Lady Dawn from Starborn? Out with it!"

Before I fell asleep, Axel brought word that they recovered Boot's body. "Che?" she whispers. "He's safe." "Boot?" I squeeze her hand. "No, I'm sorry." Tears run through the fine hairs that are newly grown on her face. "Am I turning into a hellhound?" she asks. Her eyes hold the horror of that scenario. "No," I laugh and assure her. Then I spill the beans. "You've turned into a Shadow Warrior." It takes her a moment to figure it out for herself. "I couldn't possibly be that ugly." My laughter fills the room.