The Shield Of His Love Novels & Stories

Gideon chuffs before turning and walking away. “I love you Gideon.” I say to him. “I love you, my daughter.” He says, but he doesn’t turn back. I’m sad all over again at the loss of my family. I shift, intending to go back to my room and lay down. I have some injuries that need to heal after the battle. As soon as I shift, I hear Donovan growl. I turn and see that he’s shifted back, and Clint has positioned himself between me and the other warriors.

A shield made from every memory of love they had ever experienced. The First Creation struck it. Nothing happened. He struck again. Still nothing. Impossible. Lyra smiled. You taught us the wrong lesson. What lesson? You thought love was weakness. But love isn't something you use to control people. It's something you use to protect their freedom. The shield grew stronger. The First Creation began cracking. No! He looked toward Lyra. You cannot destroy me. Lyra shook her head. We're not destroying you. Then what? The stranger stepped forward.

“My dear, you worry overmuch. Please do not fret any longer. With you by my side, nothing will happen.” “Promise?” “Your love will be my shield, I assure you.” He ended with a kiss, praying in his heart that within time he would believe his own words.

“I don’t know if I’m strong enough to let you in again. I don’t know if my heart can survive another betrayal.” “Then I’ll be your strength,” he said softly, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. “I’ll be the shield for your heart, the anchor when the storms come, the proof that love can endure. I’ll be everything I should have been before, and more. Please, Amara… let me try.”

Adele trembled, her body wracked with sobs as she clutched at the sheets beneath her. "Untamed," Tris muttered as he stepped closer. His hand reached for her bra, yanking it off with a brutal tug that made her wince. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself from his gaze. But Tris wasn't having it. He grabbed her wrists with ease, forcing her arms away. "You've being left untamed for far too long." He said his voice low and venomous. " Please don't, please don't." Adele whimpered with tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes. "Please don't."

he tells me. I look at him in disbelief. We both know that I can suggest that, but she won't agree. "She loves you too now, doesn't she?" he asks me before smacking his hand on a nearby table. "Do you know what you're actually doing? You are selling away your family for the sake of someone else! This is betrayal of the highest form," he says, looking at me. "I expected a lot more from you. You can't have contact with her; it's going to make you soft." "I don't have any cause with destroying the Shadow Fang," I tell him defiantly. But he retorts sharply, "But you have problems destroying it with her in it. And destroying her. She's part of the Shadow Fang."

he continued, “that whatever it is will make me walk away. It won’t. Not now. Not ever.” His grip was warm. “My love for you isn’t a game, Elodie. It’s not some passing emotion I can shut off. I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you all those years ago, and even after everything we’ve been through, I still want you.” Her lips trembled. “Even if it turns out you’ve done the worst imaginable thing, I’m still not letting go. I want to be your shield. Your light. Your man. I don’t want to be apart from you anymore. I want you—only you—for the rest of my life.”

A soft murmur of approval rippled through the pack. “My second vow is one of protection,” he continued, his voice gaining a harder, fiercer edge. “I will be the shield that guards you from all harm. I will be the sword that strikes down any who wish you ill. My strength is yours, my life for yours, from this moment until my last breath.” His eyes, blazing with intensity, softened into something deeper, more intimate.

His name caught in my throat as I whispered, “What if you’re the fuel?” He closed the distance between us before I could blink, his hands cradling my face, his touch burning but steady. “Then I’ll burn gladly,” he said, voice low, eyes fierce. “I’ll burn before I ever let it take you.” My heart twisted painfully at the devotion in his words—at the way his love had become both shield and blade. I wanted to believe we were strong enough to defy whatever darkness waited, but the shard pulsed again, answering something unseen. It felt almost like laughter beneath my skin.

I noticed the slight tremor in his hands. “But you came back…” He said, sliding the ring onto my finger. You fought your way back to me.” “Isabella.” He vowed. “I swear on my life, my soul, and my every breath… I will spend the rest of my days making sure you never have to fight alone again. I will be your shield, your home, and your husband. I love you, mia vita.” He finished, his gaze locking onto mine like there was nothing else in the world. “More than life itself.”