Anime Armors Novels & Stories

She pulled back just enough to look at me. “What are you planning now?” There it was. Not if. What. I took a breath. “I’m designing armor,” I said. Her brows rose. “Armor?” “Personal combat armor,” I clarified. “For the Shadows. Lightweight. Flexible. Resistant to silver, wolfsbane, spell penetration. Something that doesn’t slow them down, but doesn’t let them die easily either.” Her hand tightened in my coat. “You’re preparing for casualties.” “I’m preparing to prevent them.”

This armor although no rules rule them out from being used but it’s almost embarrassing or rather just logically not right to have them since it creates an unfair advantage in a fight when one has a higher tier crystal it could boost them three times their original strength plus other abilities it has to offer making it extremely powerful but yet forbidden to be used as well. That’s when Adrian and the rest of the warriors took on the mission to take down Anderson and stop all the evil plot he’s plotting. “So, your father has decided that he’d rather let his own son die instead of himself right?” Anderson said, staring dead into Adrian’s eyes. He’s wearing something known as the lord tier ar

"I'll be right there. It's about time that they should up." In the throne room, a warrior from the kingdom of Azmar stands. A female who is dressed in leather partially covered in metal armor, the difference between the two kingdoms becomes apparent. This armor is balanced well for defense and agility, unlike most knights here who wear mostly full plated armor. "So, what brings you here?" Anubis says with a lackluster tone. "It is an honor to meet you on behalf of the kingdom of Azmar your majesty." "You don't need to be formal around me. I do not adhere to the formal ways of royalty, I find it too demeaning to those who are not of royal blood."

He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor. Lyra’s armor was a masterpiece, a combination of sleek silver and deep blue. The breastplate was etched with subtle wolf motifs, a nod to her Lycan heritage, and accented with shimmering gemstones that glowed faintly with protective enchantments. The design allowed for flexibility, ensuring that she could move with the grace and speed her wolf demanded.

I can be a handful, but only because I can take care of myself and don’t need babysitters. I do feel bad for them though, hence why I like to give them breaks – which they refuse to take. Not only are these two stuck standing guard in front of whatever room I’m in, but they have to do it covered head to toe in armour. Looks amazing, but I wouldn’t want to wear it. The armour is made from graphene, it’s flexible and elastic while being strong and lightweight. The beauty of this particular armour is that it’s been imbued with makkari magic. The armour is sentient, to a degree. It can sense the species of the attacking enemy and alter itself accordingly. So, if say a sirna was attacking them, t

Szereth scratched his head. “Well, about that,” he said. “I could easily quadruple her output. Problem is, all armors in the Pit are capped in some areas. Energy Amplification, armor hardness, weight. They also can’t have any operating intelligences, and all parts have to be manually configured by the wearer.” “If all of the armors are made equal, then what is the point?” asked Miko. “Well, we’ve got stuff we can play with. Mechanical response times, joint smoothness, materials. But it all boils down to how well the duelist understands her own weapons and armor. And from what I’ve heard Freya’s shaping up to be a great duelist.”

I was really hoping that the bad feeling wasn’t actually anything this time. Let’s go! Zane says into our heads, Amaris, looks like you get to put that warrior training that you’ve been getting over the last week to good use today. Are you not concerned about the welfare of your pack? I can’t help but ask, wondering how he’s not being his usual serious asshole-ish self at a moment like this. Our warriors are good at what they do, plus we have a secret weapon, he says, grinning a wolfy grin at me.

going to be our tutor" this time, it was Amalia who questions not believing her ears..." why? you think a man can't teach pool dance?" he questions raising a brow at them..."no, no...it's not the case Mr., it's just that...I was"..." shocked? or should I use the word surprised?" he said and the girls nod their heads and a light smile creeps on his lips ..." hi girls...sorry I am late" a female voice rings from behind making the girls turn to the direction of the voice. It was a lady, she was very beautiful...she was dressed in black leggings and a tank top, her face was as white as silk with her mahogany hair tied in a clean bun. she stood tall before them because of the heels she was putti

I can't help asking. He removes a sheath with a small knife from his hip and slides it into the leather ties of the arm guards. "Several will fit comfortably and won't inhibit your movement. Never rely on one weapon; you always want backup." His lesson intrigues me so much I forget I'm all but naked. Then he turns me to the side and his breath runs across my shoulders through my hair. Suddenly, I feel every bit of my unclothed state. He doesn't seem to notice the goose bumps that pepper my skin as he attaches the other arm guard.

She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open. "You won this fight, if you keep on winning, you will find yourself getting closer" he was instructing as he gave the shirtless man/fighter a towel. Even from behind Eira couldn't help but admire his broad back and muscles. "Don't worry Mac, I will make sure to win the fights. I am going to get to him, no matter what" Armando said with determination and confidence in his voice. His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Eira but she couldn’t quite place it.