Shield Hero Fic Novels & Stories

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

The light easily pierced his chest, leaving deep scars inside, wreaking havoc. It turned out that this golden shield not only protected the inside but also rebounded the moves back to the attacker, making it impenetrable. Even Blade suffered a great loss. “This shield is strange.” “Blade, don’t be reckless. We’ll attack together.” “We’ll kill them quickly and report to the Immortal Lord.” Many people emerged from the void after Blade was injured. It seemed Blade had not come alone but in a group of five or six. However, he came forward to kill Andrius while the rest hid in the void to prevent Andrius and Aria from escaping.

I cover back a sob as I mouth the words ‘i’m sorry…I'm sorry’ “Hey…don't cry. This is nothing. I—I have been through worse, Riv” “You are bleeding”, I accuse. My eyes stab Shane's who's still seated at his seat barely recognizing a bleeding man is right beside him. Why aren't his wounds healing? Unless…Shane beat him didn't he? A wound inflicted by an alpha can't heal. “You—You are safe…that's all that matters” “She's safe with her mates, kid. If you are going to talk nonsense, get your facts right”, Shane corrects him. My voice is filled with malice as I scream,

I raise the protective gear, a shield between me and their relentless assault before retreating my steps. Felicity’s arm drips with crimson, but her laughter only intensifies as she uses this time to advance on Hayley, striking her thigh so she stumbles, the blade hitting bone. Hayley grunts, spinning around towards her as she throws a dagger in Felicities’ direction before yanking out the metal in her leg. I turn, sprinting away from them with all my might.

For a moment the air was heavy and her voice sharp as pain filled her eyes,but it was only for a moment and it disappeared soon after like it wasn't there “Tell me Shelia,do you think that the moon goddess granted you another chance if living just so that you could get revenge on this measley kingdom” I asked her, staring into her beautiful silver eyes,her face was full of confusion and uncertainty “You are full of magic,and your ability to heal proves it” I said holding her shoulder as I tried to stick the information into her “Your silver eyes proves it all…you are blessed,you are the prophecy” Shelia's POV “Your silver eyes proves it all…you are blessed, you are the prophecy”

“I just want my family back.” “And I just want your power,” she said. “Hand it over.” “I can’t give what I don’t own,” I cried. “You lie!” she shrieked. “It’s inside you. I feel it.” “I don’t even know how to use half of it,” I said. “Then let me cut it out.” She hurled a third blast. I lifted both arms and shouted an old phrase I barely remembered. A blue shield sprang up. The blast shattered against it with a thunderclap.

Seriously? I couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of it all hitting me. If I hadn't called the cops, I'd be six feet under right now. And here she was, acting like it was just a minor misunderstanding. Wanda jumped in, bold as ever. "Exactly! I'm the one who got hurt, not you. Why are you being so petty?" I almost wanted to applaud her nerve. Her boyfriend had stabbed her, and she still wanted to bail him out. Her logic was unreal.

Shane spots my frozen state and runs to protect me, using his heavy iron shield to block a flurry of poisoned throwing daggers aimed at my chest. The deadly blades shatter against the reinforced steel of his barrier, falling harmlessly to the ground as he hurls himself into the path of the oncoming killers with reckless abandon, buying me precious seconds in a fight I cannot yet join. Shane swings his broadsword in a wide, sweeping arc, catching the lead mercenary across the chest and sending him crashing backward into a pile of smoking rubble.

Reflex and training moved me. I stepped back, twisting, bringing my arm up. Magic surged to meet the motion. I’d been practicing the small shield for days. This time, I poured more into it. Heat rushed down my arm; my mark burned. A faint, silver‑blue shimmer snapped into place between his reaching hand and my chest. His fingers struck it. Pain ricocheted up my bone, but the shield held. Sparks of light skittered across its surface. He jerked his hand back with a curse.

"I've watched the sun rise and the sun set, waiting for a brother I’ve never met. I'm ready to be the bridge. But you have to ask yourself... when he’s cured, when the Shield is human again... will you be enough for him? Or will the monster in you miss the monster in him?" I didn't have an answer. I looked at the "Third Strand," the man who was a mirror of my regrets. The war for the Shield’s heart had moved to Sicily. The Prometheus Sequence was real. And as the sun began to set over the Mediterranean, the Architect realized that to bring her man out of the glass, she had to kill his reflection.