The Rising Of The Shield Hero Novelas e Histórias

The softening of the man's gaze was immediate as he replied, "I'm your brother, Landon Sullivan. And you… you are the real heiress to the Sullivan family. Sophia's breath hitched, her mind stumbling to put together the meaning of his words. Heiress? Brother? Sullivan family? She stared at him, searching for some sign this was all just some joke. But then Landon did something that left her utterly speechless. He raised his hand to his temple in a sharp, formal salute. The motion was crisp and deliberate, respect and reverberation dripping from it. Matters worsened when the two bodyguards flanking the car did the same thing in tandem. Their salutes were in perfect sync, their faces somber, as

A deep, resonant chime, like that of a massive bell, echoed from the Aegis of Faith. Then, the golden barrier shattered into shimmering fragments. Sheena coughed up another mouthful of blood, yet the light in her eyes did not dim. Instead, it burned even brighter. The invincible sword energy finally dissipated into the air like faint smoke, and with it, all of Sheena's defenses collapsed completely. Yet, from the ashes, a phoenix rose!

He was trying to build a wall around the only piece of us that was left. "He’s protecting the asset," I lied. "He’s protecting you," Dominic corrected, his voice turning dark. "And that’s a problem. Because as long as he’s protecting you, he’s a threat to our control. If something were to... happen to him, the Shield would pass entirely to you. No more friction. No more silent wars." Dominic spun me around, and for a second, I saw Silas across the room. He wasn't talking to union reps. He was standing perfectly still, his eyes fixed on Dominic’s hand on my waist. His jaw was so tight I thought it might shatter.

And this is not a luck story. People like to believe that men who rise from nothing do so because fate intervenes or opportunity appears at the right moment. Maybe that happens for some people. It didn’t happen for me. Instead, my beginnings were marked by betrayal—a family that should have been my foundation became my first battlefield. Before I understood or could describe it, I was fighting wars I never asked for. I was born into a lie. I didn’t know it yet.

a deep, thunderous baritone vibrates through the entire courtyard. The heavy iron gates of the university grounds shatter open as a fleet of pitch-black, bulletproof SUVs tears into the plaza, bringing the entire assembly to a sudden halt. The door of the center vehicle swings open. Alpha Asher Whitmore steps out onto the wet cobblestones. He stands over six-foot-four, his broad shoulders clad in a tailored black suit that barely conceals the lethal, muscular frame beneath. His silver eyes gleam with dangerous, ancient power, and the sheer pressure of his Alpha aura sweeps across the crowd like a tidal wave.

I reach out and as soon as I enter it my body lights up. The hair dances fast in the shield, creating a veritable churning sea. With a superhuman scream, I free myself. The shield partially holds back my energy but gives way after several attempts to hold me back. The ground that surrounds me lowers, making me it's center and a powerful ray is released into the sky, causing a strong shock wave. I fall to my knees with heavy but slowed breathing. The goddess approaches me and supports me. “Are you going to listen to me now? Or are you going to risk killing the people around you?”

The shield he had created was impenetrable. The man smirked back at them. He took a step towards the open balcony and flung the unconscious lady in his arms to it. Everybody gasped. Thankfully, a group of birds came into Khailis rescue. They heaved her sleeping body dangerously upward and away from the temple. That’s when everybody else realized what the man was trying to do all along: he was trying to abduct Rahul’s wife, and the birds have aided them! Prince Rahul pounced at the ash-haired boy like a mad man, and Templar lifted his arrow to attack him. He was sure he could remove his protection spell if he could only identify the weakest point of his shield.

This shield, woven with strands of ancient magic, would render them impervious to missiles and weapons forged from lead, providing an invaluable advantage on the battlefield. The soldiers marveled as the shield materialized, its translucent form radiating a faint luminescence. Selene's words echoed in their minds, reminding them to trust in the shield's power while remaining vigilant and skillful in their maneuvers. They were now protected by an enchantment that would turn aside arrows, deflect blades, and repel any harm that would befall them.

“Where does Nalia fit in?” Kensavion looked toward the packhouse, where distant laughter echoed. Where Nalia was. Unaware. Still healing. Still searching. “She’s not just a Guardian,” he said. “She’s the last true Shield—descended from a rare bloodline created to stand between the world and annihilation. Her soul is tied to balance. If this ancient being rises, she will be drawn into the fight—whether she’s ready or not.” “And if she fails?” Cheyenne asked softly.

I kept on cheering. Demir let out a sonic growl. He had shielded himself with his massive arms because there were burnt marks as soon as the light hit him. "I knew you were powerful, but never this extreme. As expected of a princess and the only daughter of the Celestial Emperor of Altera." "Since you know who I am," My mother prepared a defense shield in front of her chest and aimed her spear. "I will do as General of the Celestials and the princess of Altera to take down the evil."