Armor Naruto Novels & Stories

The other warriors forming a disciplined, tense line. The Blood Moon was already rising, as if announcing that blood would soon be spilled, and each soldier silently prayed it wouldn’t be their own. I wore my combat suit: a full-body black suit, flexible, fitted with blades hidden everywhere possible. When I took the first step, I felt the weight of the earth vibrating beneath my boots, as if the ground itself was thirsty. Nara appeared behind me and touched my shoulder. I turned, and she pulled me into a tight hug. “Come back whole.” she whispered.

She was walking like a queen and M14 was behind her. Nandini come and stood in front of manik where all m14 surrounded them in circle and by now the the guns on robin. Robin was shocked as hell and soon he looked at manik. Manik painful look by now changed into the smirked one. He got up from the floor and open his shirt button and pull out the bullet proofjackets he was wearing and a empty blood bottle also as he throw everything out we can see his totally powerful and muscular body without any damage. He close his shirt buttons and take out his gun from his pocket.

Eira mentally swore that if she ever found this Armando guy, she might just do something nasty to him. For a second she wondered who he was and so she looked up to find the winner. And there he was. The referee held his hand up announcing him the winner. She couldn't see his face because his entire face was covered in a black mask except for his lips and dark brown eyes. His brown eyes. Dark, bloodthirsty and fierce.

Aranjo put on his ears and after a calm state, Aranjo opened the window curtain of the stretcher. However, before he had time to open the curtain, the large curtain that was in front of him was roughly opened. A soldier in a suit of armor full of blood stared at him. The Warrior was not from the Danzou Kingdom, so Aranjo retreated his body. That means they were defeated by the enemy. The soldier looked at him with such passion that even the soldier seemed to swallow. Aranjo knows clearly the beauty and the beauty of his body that makes every eye stare in awe of him.

Gate 1 " Welcome to Balban service where your dreams of a safe world come true." V1's voice welcomed. " Come on you stupid thing!!!!" I huffed out ready for whatever that was going to be thrown at me. " Kaen! Armour!" Hikaru yelled. In that split second, heavy black armour made out of scales grows from the cuff I was wearing and consumes my whole body. I fell to the ground unable to stand under its weight and as soon as I did a spear hit right where my head used to be.

It didn't affect them. "How come" I mumbled with a confused facial expression. They read my facial expressions and they all raised up their boots in unison exposing the sole which was covered with thick rubber which acted as an insulator to the electricity. They all made an evil smirk feeling good. I ain't going down easily. I threw larger balls of electricity like chidori( Naruto fans can relate) toward them.

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

She felt a tug at her clothes and a voice. “Hey! Get back to your seat.” She was ready to say sorry like a real slave who always had to ask for forgiveness in every thing that she does but when she turned around, the hairs on her body stood when the one that just grabbed her clothes was a man in full armour. Only his eyes could be seen from his visor.

"They make it hard to see anything else." Hasmik went quiet for a moment. Then she looked me straight in the eyes. "Those scars?" she declared. "That's armor, Narine. That's survival. You don't hide them, you wear them like a goddamn crown." I wanted to believe her. I did. But believing is easy when you're not the one living inside the body that remembers every scream, cut, and time no one came to save you. I changed into something simpler after that, dark jeans, a cropped turtleneck, and boots.

Kōjin: “You kept my daughter alive long enough to come home. The flames remember.” He bows (full ninety degrees). We bow back. The summer after graduation just caught fire in the best possible way. Seras Himuari Nakamura has a God father, a god-tier armor set, and a dragon boyfriend who’s currently speechless with awe. And the rest of us? We’re just along for the blaze. Japan’s never been ready for this crew. But the fire god is. And that’s more than enough. The Armor Chooses June 15, 2029 – Mount Atago, dawn