Armor Naruto Novels & Stories

Awan exclaimed raising his sword. “We did just meet, but you have to know that I care about you! Awan, we don’t need to do this.” Alfi said. An orange Iru cloaks in the blade. “Varytita: 1000000 Tons!” Awan exclaimed swinging his sword horizontally. It unleashes a gravity wave flying through to Alfi. “Guess I have no choice.” Alfi draws Shikulo from his bracelet and puts those white anti-heat gloves on.

It felt as if she could snap my head in two without a worry. The tallest man that had purple hair that reached his shoulders had clothes that were tight and dark as well with no sleeves that allowed seeing his huge arm scar that said more than words. The man was no newbie when he came to fight; he had armor on his chest and shoulders. His pants were flexible, built for action. His golden eyes watched us, unamused.

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

I look at the different image that# the mirror shows me, Abrina taught me how to produce the natural armor that covers my body with magic, a steel that covers me from head to toe, not allowing access to my body. “You look beautiful, Alissa. And it will certainly protect us during our fight" I relax and the armor crumbles "We can do incredible things, this is one of them" Abrina's armor covers her body and in her hand the steel reproduces several pointed spears "We can win" she says with a conviction that reaches my heart that I was practically accepting that in the end I would have to do something for the people of Akira to live in peace. “We can,” I say and smile.

Ren replied, not looking back. He walked with purpose, the heavy M-99 Archangel sniper rifle resting at the low ready. To his right, Leo (Tank) marched with earth-shaking, rhythmic thuds, the matte-black Juggernaut armor rendering him a walking monolith. He carried the heavy machine gun, its belt loaded with Kara's experimental blue-tipped EMP rounds.

He was a predator off his leash. He knelt beside the massive guard, fighting a wave of dizziness that threatened to send him crashing back into the filth. His right hand—swollen, mangled, and radiating a dull, throbbing heat from the infection—was useless for anything delicate. Using his cast-covered left arm and his teeth, he managed to unfasten Rohan’s heavy tactical belt. A compact, suppressed nine-millimeter pistol clattered to the floor. Aryan scooped it up, his shredded fingers trembling as they wrapped around the cold polymer grip. It felt heavy, awkwardly balanced in his ruined hand, but it was salvation.

Still, he firmly believed that I had to be alive, and he was going to find me no matter what. Suddenly, a stray bullet whizzed right past him, grazing his arm. Vernon felt a sudden sharp pain in his arm as blood began seeping out of his skin and into his clothes. Yet, he never stopped. He just gritted his teeth and continued moving forward. After what felt like an eternity, he suddenly thought he heard someone calling my name. He immediately looked up and saw that I was safe and sound and still in one piece while giving out orders to the medical personnel there.

How respectable and admirable, and how heavy the burden he had carried. He flipped his hand, and the half piece of turtle armor appeared. This was what the great Genbu had left for him. It was equivalent to a shield, which happened to have a compatibility of 99% with his Mystic Armor. So with this half piece of tortoise armor inserted into his Mystic Armor, his defensive power would reach an amazing height. As for Nirvana, it was similar to the Buddhist Holy Lands. It was placed in Alex’s mind palace, and it was a portal.

But the burden of leadership was heavy, and the dangers they faced were growing by the day. “We have allies,” Theo said, breaking the silence. “But we also have enemies, and we need to be prepared for both. Let’s continue with the other packs outside Rysterbia.” He pointed to a region in Southeast Asia. “The Namo Ganga pack, led by Alpha Bhairava. They’re one of the oldest and most respected packs, known for their honour and martial prowess. Bhairava is a warrior, but he’s also a man of great wisdom. Earning their respect will be crucial.”

"Put away your weapon or I'll crush him, Silent Hunter. Don't underestimate me." Lars and Wilhelmina unleashed their respective Scion Weapon and pointed to Arjan as well. In the face of a blinding white sword and an icicle trident, Arjan conceded. His arrow dissipated into a flicker and his longbow returned to its dormant, ruby earring form. "Please," Arjan said weakly. "Please leave my child out of this. I'm begging you." Lars and Wilhelmina looked at each other before they took a step forward. Arjan further show his submission by kneeling down. His red coat that was still wet by blood of his opponents dirtied the white carpet and the red seeped through it, spreading out.