Romans & histoires Thorin Oakenshield Shield

Even Macrocosm Ancestral Gods from other universes might not possess a Quasi Chaotic Treasure. Henrik’s words immediately caused commotion. A powerhouse stepped forward and asked, “Are you serious?” Henrik grinned and said, “Of course. I’m a man of my word.” After speaking, he casually waved his hand. A white light emerged from his palm, and a shield appeared in sight. The shield was not that big and about one meter in length and width. There were also magical inscriptions engraved on the shield’s surface.

The low groan that leaves his lips sends a hot wave of need straight through me. The tips of my fingers drift over the ink that brands his skin. It begins on the right side of his ribcage before wrapping around his back. The shield is divided into four sections of red and black color. A large golden lion stands on its hind legs in the middle. On top of the shield sits a golden crown. The detail is gorgeous and intricate.

The low, resonant chant by the surrounding elders echoed off the mountains. Magnus steps back, gesturing towards me to introduce the Shield of the Sacred. At that moment, the shadows part, revealing me amidst the encircling darkness. My cloak was white woven with iridescent patterns and shimmered with a mystical luminescence that mirrored the eclipse above, becoming redder. In a voice that resounds with authority, Magnus proclaims her new title, "Behold! The Shield of the Sacred, guardian of the light and shadows of your leader!" I step to the altar next to Magnus and push my hood back.

ALEXANDER : Put up a wide area barrier extending across the beach, we can’t risk the enemy attacking us while our backs are turned ( He orders in a calm voice ) DIANA : Yeah I was thinking that as well, I’ll take care of it but I’ll need your shield ( She replies as Alex obliges her request and hands over his shield to her after which she moves forward to stand a few meters in front of Alex and put her hands up in the air with her face lifted to the heavens)…. Holy artillery : Shield of faith * Anadir onyx – Barrier of holiness ( an almost transparent barrier moves out from the shield and encompassed the entire beach side rendering the side on which the knights stood invisible to the other s

Standing in the covered building over the gate stood a hooded person with arcs of lightning flashing back and forth between their upraised palms. The one who’d slain Alpha Octavia. The one who’d taken her from me. Screaming wordlessly, I tore out of Tristan's clutches. Snatching up a fallen shield, I hurried, bringing out my magic. My shield blazed like a silver sun as the offspring of Thor lifted their hands. Dropping to one knee, I lifted my shield. A crack of thunder shook the air when the lightning impacted my shield, as though Thor himself had walked out of the sky and into combat.

The High Priest raises his knife—ancient silver etched with Thorne family sigils. Goldfire erupts from my hands without thought, a searing whip of light aimed straight for his heart— —only to dissipate against an invisible barrier inches from his chest. The Priest smiles. "Foolish girl. Did you think—" "Lily!" Kieran crashes into me, knocking me sideways as a bolt of emerald energy sizzles past where my head had been. His fingers dig into my arm hard enough to bruise. "The shield is keyed to Thorne blood," he gasps. A fresh wound mars his temple, dripping into those golden eyes so like mine. "I can disrupt it. But only for a heartbeat."

Strangest combination for clothing style thus, his face wasn't see yet. Prices, weapons and various ornaments were seen stacked up, thus, the real and fake were unknown to all as even the rarest of all items were seen present, like the weapons of gods. The hammer, Mjölnir, of the god of thunder, Thor, from the elder god pantheons. What seemed to be a glowing white halo, the halo of an angel, placed upon strange metal circles that seemed to hold up tight against the halo and even more, something that caught the attention of Shadow, a material that belonged to Maria and her parents. The spell book which last seen was in Maria's hands.

Every step he took was steady, controlled, and powerful, like he had all the time in the world to grace us with his presence. And the moment Hector saw him— He went still, so deathly still that my heart skipped at the sight. Why did Hector react like that? And why was this strange man starting to look a little familiar? The elder’s voice suddenly rang out in that moment. “Alpha and Luna, Please allow me to introduce Lord Thorin,” he announced. “The greatest warrior of the Lycan realm.” The crowd erupted in cheers again and that was when it hit me. This was Sevrin's brother, Thorin.

The forest edge erupted with movement as the first wave of Council forces emerged. They moved with eerie synchronicity, cloaked figures gliding rather than running, their faces obscured by ornate masks that gleamed in the morning light. At their center walked a tall figure in elaborate robes of midnight blue, embroidered with silver runes that pulsed with power. "Councilor Thorne," Eowyn whispered, her face paling. "He's the one who..." She trailed off, but her hand unconsciously moved to her chest, to what I now realized was a faint scar partially visible above her collar.

He appeared at the center of the Golden Plains, sitting on a throne made of woven wheat and rusted iron. Aethelred was the most human-looking of the brothers. He wore robes of burnt-sienna and a crown of dry, jagged brambles. His eyes were the color of a setting sun—a weary, satisfied orange. He held a scythe made of "Aether-Glass," its blade shimmering with the souls of the shifters he had already "reaped" from the distant archipelagoes.