Thorin Oakenshield Shield Novels & Stories

An intricate gold handle with glowing symbols dances along the hilt and blade, but somehow, I can read them. “I swear to uphold the laws and beliefs of my Goddess Selene. The Goddess of our people. To fight in her name and to protect in her name…” I whisper as the power around me intensifies, and another blinding light later, a golden shield appears on my other arm. It is like a long hexagon shape. A moon, a sword and a crown with blue jewels are carved upon it surrounded by a cherry blossom branch and petals.

Kydence hated being looked at like a weakling, she promised herself that she wouldn’t depend on anyone, not even her mate, to protect her. When she and her brothers turned sixteen not only were they able to find their mate, but they also discovered that they are Shadow Guards. Shadow Guards are Elite Warriors blessed by the Moon Goddess to protect all her children from evil in the supernatural and human realms. Her uncle and father already knew that the triplets were blessed by the Moon Goddess, all her warriors bored a small moon shaped birthmark that could only be seen by the Alpha and Beta of the Shadow Guards. Only the Alpha, Beta and Gamma knew the true identity of the Shadow Guards. To

The truth of oblivion. Thorne did not slow. He did not falter. He and his two thousand riders did not charge with wild abandon, but advanced with a terrifying, inexorable purpose. Their armor was not just steel; it was etched with runes of sea-salt and iron, their shields polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the chaotic light of the dying sanctum. They were not just men; they were a living, breathing counter-spell, a mobile fortress of order and reality.

Her eyes were closed, but even through the lids, they glowed faintly. "Lyra!" I started toward her. A wall of silver energy slammed into me, throwing me back. I hit the ground hard, gasping. She was surrounded. Protected. Isolated. I pushed myself up, but before I could move again, footsteps sounded behind me. Many of them. Coming fast. Thorin appeared at the edge of the clearing, flanked by a dozen warriors. His gaze fixed on Lyra. His expression was calm, calculating..not anger, not triumph. Intent.

Thorn clambered up after him, carrying a small satchel and a loaf of oat bread. “Travel food.” He hesitated, then pressed a worn leather bracelet into her palm—beads carved with Ironclaw runes. “For courage.” Ophelia fastened it beside Maeve’s knitted scarf. “If we meet in battle, Captain?” He snorted. “I’ll aim above your head. You, below my heart.” They shared a brief, fierce embrace. Ysra cleared her throat, blinking away tears. “Enough sentiment. Sleep before dawn betrays us.” She ducked down the ladder.

two fugitives bound by a ring and a dead man’s blessing. As we scrambled through the backyard, the cream lace—my wedding dress—snagged on a jagged thicket of thorns. I didn't stop. I pulled with everything I had, the sound of the fabric ripping echoing like a scream in the quiet of the old man's backyard. A long, jagged strip stayed behind, dancing on the thorns like a ghost. I didn't know why, but the sound felt like an omen. The 'legal shield' hadn't even lasted an hour before it was torn to shreds." As we hit the main road, the briefcase felt like a lead weight between us. We weren't just running for our lives anymore. We were running with the only evidence that could take the enemies dow

He pulled her flush on his chest while rubbing her belly. Athena brought her hands to his chest and inspected the skull chain. She opened the ridge, and what she found there stimulated the tears in her eyes. “This is the ring I gave you back in Greece for the ice cream.” She was exhausted and overproduced, but she needed to know why he kept it. “Yes,” a knowing smile adorned his face. “Why?” She bit her lip and stared at him through her lashes.

“My Lady? Perhaps we should go back inside? You look pale.” *Pale?* Vivian felt like her borrowed blood had turned to ice water. Thomas’s visit was a stark warning. The amnesia shield was flimsy, a temporary reprieve at best. He expected Lady Vivian Ashworth – ruthless, ambitious, obsessed – to be ready for Prince Alexander’s arrival tomorrow. The original Vivian would have been vibrating with anticipation, issuing orders for her finest gowns, plotting how to monopolize Alexander’s attention, and likely already scheming against Sophia Bellweather.

Noah instructed. We moved Ophelia and the girl that opened the door whose name I had learned was Lana into the closet. I pulled my vest off and put it over Ophelia, and Brad took his vest off and gave it to Lana. We wanted them to be protected from any stray bullets that might come through the walls. Of course, our vests looked huge on them, and with the way they were crouched in the corner the vest covered them almost completely.

I coughed but went rigid underneath the steel toe black marauder boots. "You should have stayed out of this. You had no business interfering Shields. Do you know how high and how far this will go? It doesn't stop with me and that is why I've gotta take the opportunity to end you." I laughed. This was my maze on my premises, I'd be buried here one day but not murdered. "You don't get it do you?" I retorted and begin unraveling truths for him. "Someone from high in the chain told me to get you and them and to deal with the infestation. You guys are like crumb snatching roaches."