Anime Armors Novels & Stories

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.

Aramide sighed as she stared into the mirror, she was dressed in a white gown and had a beautiful tiara on her newly styled hair. Her hands traced the jewelry on her neck and rested on the space between the jewelry and her off-shoulder dress – where the amulet rested. The one that bound her to her daughter for so many years.

He initially assumed it was one of those mass-produced armours that are frequently utilized by inferior nobles, but these armours screamed class. They all appeared to be in Grade III or higher! The lowest Grade III armour may set you back at least 500 gold coins. That meant that one of these armours could feed the entire Ice Demon City for at least three months! And by this point, the baron had distributed almost 300 pieces to everyone. Gordon's eyes became more confident and determined. "Don't dash the baron's hopes." He stated firmly

Then, I stopped short at the sight ahead. In the distance, Louisa was holding Ewan's hand and waving at me. My fingers locked tight around the door handle; my whole body tensed. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and hurried over. Louisa's head was tilted up, and she was talking to Ewan. As I approached, her voice grew clearer. "I'm not afraid of pain. I'll be like Mommy. Mommy had a huge monster on her face that she had to fight, and she won. I'll definitely beat the demon inside my body."

I did a few jabs, and the sound of the gloves crinkling made me feel…powerful. I looked into the mirror. The armor made me look tough – tougher than I’d ever felt. It was mainly black, but a red stripe followed along the outside of the arms and legs, adding a pop of color to it that distinguished it from other all-black armor. I still didn’t understand why he had given me this. I was his fake Luna, not a member of his army. These leathers were prestigious, something that meant a wolf was a close member of his pack. They were earned, not given.

Edward sighed, “Son, I know you want to protect your sister, I do too, but at the moment, we don’t even know what we are up against. Right in the north side of this very woods are bodies of creatures we have never seen, armors attached to their bodies. Although they were already dead, I could still feel the strength they had, and Mariah would have never survived against those people. So tell me, are you not a little bit curious about what they could be and how to fight them?” “Armored bodies?” Aliyah and Irene asked in unison. Rasmus nodded with a sigh. “They were already dead and when we tried to take off their armors, we realized that it was pulling off their skin. It was almost like the a

"Axel, wait for the security team to get the—“ Before he could end his statement, Axel had already made his way in there. He heard her screams, making his eyes widen in horror. He ran his way inside. As he walked deeper into the warehouse, the shadows seemed to move around him, twisting and writhing like living things. Axel's heart raced with anger. Suddenly, a figure walked from the darkness. Then another. And another. Axel's eyes adjusted to the light, and he saw them—guards, armed to the teeth, their faces twisted with cruel intent. Then finally Darius walked out with a smirk on his lips. "Well, well, well," he sneered. "What do we have here?" Axel's hand clenched his fury, igniting. Axel

Those who had worked their way out of the novice ranks and were trusted enough to control their own minds wore their facial expressions like masks, barely covering the bubbling mixture of exhilaration and fear which simmered just below the surface of their composure. “You alright?” Ally asked, her skin almost luminous in the pale light. I nodded, not trusting my voice enough to speak out my anxieties. I had helped Morpheus with his armour, marvelling at the gold-plated breast plate which had been engraved with a poppy – the symbol of the Dreamlands. He looked so dashing – like a knight from my wildest dreams – that it was hard to maintain serious about the whole fight... until I remembered t

“Did they also charge you credits for your hair tie?” Recalling how expensive it was, Liu Feng scowled. “Yes.” Seeing how he refused to disclose how much it cost, Akiko did not probe further and paid the NPC 300 credits to receive her slime skin armour. Apart from the very eye-catching orange colour, the slime skin armour was soft and flexible. It felt like water in her hands, and Akiko decided to wear it beneath her clothes to avoid attention, logging out for a little while to change in her virtual room instead of in the dungeons.

Princess Akane (voice like a war drum): “HIMUUUUARI NAKAMURA. You have something that belongs to my father’s house.” Seras floats up from the dock, armor igniting, crimson streak blazing. Seras (dry): “Technically the armor chose me, but sure, let’s do family drama at midnight on Independence Day.” Akane points the kanabo at Seras. Akane: “The Shogun Armor of Inferno was promised to the blood of Ryōgen the Oni King five centuries ago.