The Rising Of The Shield Hero Novelas e Histórias

I grab her plate and set our plates on the table and gently lift her face till she’s looking me in the eyes. “My little mate, I am Statham Nightshade. I am the eldest of the 4 sons of Lucan and Rhea Nightshade. I don’t know why you think you aren’t worthy of it, but I can tell you now that I don’t care what anyone has said to you, but you are worthy. You are mine and no one can bully you anymore, because if they do, I will kill them. Now what is your name my little mate?” I say to her.

I can’t protect the woman I love, I feel so useless. “Yeah, you are so useless and stupid, I am wasting my power on you. Let me just get this over and done with. ” she lifts me so high almost touching the roof and lets me fall so hard on the ground. She does some circular motions with her hands, a sword like thing appears in her hands. “Say your last prayers, or not.” She laughs, releasing the sword, and it aims right to my heart. I see how slowly it is coming towards me, is this how I die? Wow, I just close my eyes waiting for the pain to hit me, but nothing happens.

Aeris pushed harder. The power sank back into his body,not gone but waiting beneath the surface. His glowing eyes faded as he slid to the ground, trembling and exhausted. “I did it,” he breathed. “I knew you would.” Above them, the roof moaned. Cracks spread wider. “We need to go,” Killian said, trying to lift Aeris. The power flared again,not wild, but protective. A glowing shield formed around them, like glass made of light. A massive stone slab fell, but the shield caught it.

Aligned. “You built this on stolen blood,” I said, voice steady despite the chaos. “It ends tonight.” Mikhail smiled faintly. “You mistake evolution for theft.” Duncan lifted his hand. The sky answered. Lightning split downward in blinding forks, striking the earth around Mikhail. The ground exploded upward as Julian’s power surged through the battlefield, trapping hybrid ranks in jagged stone. Cora’s water ripped from the air, forming a sweeping wall that drove the enemy back. Gideon stepped forward, and the air ignited.

“But, you won’t be able to escape my next attack.” And she was right. Before I could react, she kicked me on my legs. A wince escaped me as pain shot through me as I fell to the floor. Lydia straddled me and quickly, I raised my hands, bringing my forearm together before my face, creating a shield. Her heavy punches thudded against my joined forearm, burying pain in the depth of my bone. The cheers of the spectators quaked the forest. Their celebration stung my ears, reminding me I didn't belong…I never belonged.

"Observe us." The first to strike was Aetherion. A golden fire blazed in our direction. I raised my hands, and all of a sudden— A shield developed. Not me. From us. From every one of us. The lovers from earlier cycles. The fighters. The ones who had lost and perished. We felt the flow of their might. The shield broke Aetherion's strike. His face grew serious. "This isn't feasible." Damon grinned. "When you had the chance, you ought to have killed us."

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!”

"Then I will be standing at the gate. Personally." Marcus stepped forward, his golden shield humming at ready-idle. "I am standing with you." "Marcus, your shield cannot block hunger-based attacks." "My shield cannot block a lot of things, boss. That has never stopped me before." Jack looked at his Beta. The massive Shield Guardian stood with the unshakeable certainty of a man who had died, been resurrected with Progenitor blood, and decided that the afterlife was overrated. His Guardian's Intuition hummed in sync with Jack's Alpha presence, two halves of an unbreakable equation.

"Shield." She lifted her trembling hands. Shadows coiled, and the air thrummed with silver light. The shield flared up, and a soft glow went around the circle. She held it for a minute before her knees buckled. "Hold." Her teeth clenched. Sweat poured down her temple. "Hold, Aisla!" The shield wavered and flickered like a flame in storm winds. She screamed, and the shield burst outward. The stones rattled, and she collapsed onto her knees.

My body shook uncontrollably, powerless to resist. Then, suddenly, an anguished cry tore through the air. "Khalid!" I lifted my head weakly. Layla was in her wheelchair, forcing it forward with all her strength. "Layla! What is it?" Khalid thought her fear was for me. His voice softened. "Don’t worry, I’ll avenge you." She shoved him aside, positioning herself between us and wrapping her arms protectively around me. "You fool!" she snapped. "She’s my savior!"