The Rising Of The Shield Hero Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

Because coffee-bearing mates are the best mates. Morning training started like usual — basic defensive formations, energy control exercises, trying not to face-plant during combat moves. But something was different today. When I called on my angelic aspect to create a shield, it didn't just cover me. Golden light expanded outward, wrapping around nearby pack members in a protective bubble. Liora actually dropped her angelic composure and squealed. Like, full-on teenage-girl squealed. “This is incredible!” she exclaimed, examining the shield with interest. “You're not just combining energies, you're extending pack protection through your hybrid aspects!”

Safe. Her throat closed. “No,” she whispered. Collin stiffened beside her. “You’re lying.” Jade’s lips curved. “Ask Melody. Ask the old book. Ask the Moon, if you dare. The last Shield always falls when the next light rises. That’s how the cycle holds.” Baylee’s chest felt tight, too tight. “Stop talking.” “I’m just telling them the truth you were too afraid to read,” Jade purred. “You were never promised a future, Baylee. You were promised a purpose.”

They coiled over my skin like living armor, wrapping my arms, my throat, my ribs. I gasped—but it wasn’t painful. It was recognition. The Shadowfang bloodline didn’t want to be controlled. It wanted to reign. My hair whipped violently around my face as the vortex thickened. I could see through the darkness—every heartbeat in the clearing glowing like embers. Riven. Weak but alive. Kael. Barely conscious. Damien. Rising. Of course he was rising. He staggered to his feet, coat torn, blood streaking his temple—but he was laughing.

I raised my hands, silver energy bursting outward to shield us. The two forces collided violently. The explosion lit the entire mountain. For a moment, it looked like we might hold the attack. Then the fire pushed harder. My silver shield began to crack. Theodore stepped closer, pouring his power into mine. “Hold it!” But the creature kept pushing. The fire grew stronger. Too strong. The shield shattered. The blast slammed into us. And everything disappeared in flames. ************************************

"He's walking into exactly the trap I need. You're the bait, little Luna. The leverage that makes an Alpha stupid." "You won't win." My voice came steadier than expected. "Whatever you've planned—" "Is already succeeding." He smiled through blood. "Watch." * * * [KAEL] I hit the clearing at full speed, Saen barely contained beneath my skin. Conrad stood in the center, using Rhiannon's bound form as a shield. Blood covered him—mine, his, impossible to tell. The fight at the ruins had left us both damaged, but he'd run and I'd followed because nothing mattered except reaching her.

The coalition leader who launched the attack shouted angrily. “She is protected!” He ordered multiple warriors to fire simultaneously at the platform. A barrage of energy blasts flew toward me. I did not retreat. Instead I raised both hands. The throne power inside me surged outward. A circular barrier formed instantly around the platform. The incoming attacks collided with it exploding harmlessly against the shield. My eyes glowed silver. The barrier expanded. Not just to defend. But to push. The shield force exploded outward like a shockwave knocking coalition warriors off their feet.

Raine immediately dove toward the injured, Jophiel assisting him with trembling hands still hot with leftover celestial power. Lucifer and Allistair joined hands to restore the Moon-Chaos shield now stronger than ever, while Wrath toss the traitor Khaillia to the portal leading to a dungeon in Casa Del Fierro and Alexander with the Beta of Saillus helping Saillus himself to regain his vitality.

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

“Hanna always had shield whenever we fought. Nobody could ever touch her, you know. While hundreds may have perished, she always came out of a battle unscathed.” “I am not Hanna,” Arthur spoke angrily. “Me and my father don’t rule like cowards, Mila. We are always in frontlines when we fight. Collins have never runaway from a fight, and I’ll be damned if I let my love go fight a monster all by herself.” “Fine,” Mila nodded finally. “I too will take shield.” Arthur closed his eyes, exhaled, but then nodded. “Promise not to cheat?” Arthur asked. “Shield comes only if absolutely necessary and gets back on the moment I am able to,” Mila assured.

I cried, “give me your strength!” Magic flooded me, then spilled out of my hand to encircle the shield, dazzling the darkness with brilliant silver light. All eyes fell on me, and then with a yell, the attackers pushed. Not just a few men and women, but dozens bursting out from the trees, their eyes full of murder. And I stood alone. Or so I thought. A shield materialized next to mine, and I turned to find Tristan next to me, his axe shining bright. His face was smeared with blood, but he grinned. “Arm up, Born-in-Fire.” Then, louder, he cried, “Shield wall!”