Armor Of The Seducer Novels & Stories

The further they traveled, the less they felt like they belonged to the world they knew. Selene rode at the front, dressed in black leather armor custom-made for her by the Moonborn tailors. It bore silver filigree across her shoulders and hips; wolf symbols and crescent moons etched in enchanted thread. Her hair was tied in a long braid down her back, and her expression was grim. Ryker rode beside her on a black stallion, his own armor matching hers but far more rugged. His blade never left his back, and he kept scanning the forest like he expected something to jump out at them.

Three hundred Star-Forged Archons, fully locked into their bipedal mecha-forms, were hammering their fists against the barrier, unleashing deafening, sorrowful howls. "Save your strength, little pups," Valerius called out without turning around, his voice projected through a localized audio-array. "It's a maximum-tier Sanguine lock. You can't break it. When the Alpha and the Queen get back from their honeymoon, give them my regards." From the belly of the central, largest dreadnought, a thick, crimson tractor beam shot down, enveloping Valerius. Within the beam, a massive holographic projection materialized. It was a vampire clad in ornate, dark-gold armor. He shared a slight resemblance to

A cruel, intimate near-miss. I know I’d be wrecked—utterly spent, maybe even fainting—if Kova ever got between my thighs. He’d only glimpsed them so far. My legs are my weapon, long and seductive, the kind that hooks a man’s gaze and keeps it there. My best asset when I want his full attention on my body.

"But I feel it now. I feel everything. I’m not scared anymore, Anna. I’m just angry." Anna pulled back, nodding solemnly. "Good. Use that anger. We're going to need it." Anna turned toward the center of the room. The 30th had arrived, and with it, the "Jameson" identity dissolved forever. She reached into the air, calling upon the McKinnley inheritance that now flowed through her like a river of molten gold. From the empty air, her battle armor materialized—crafted from dark, enchanted leather and reinforced with Filigree Silver that wouldn't burn her, but would melt any Devonshire who dared touch it.

And I had spent a month studying spells that turned thread into armor, light into blade, rejection into revolution. Selene would wear Celestial Gossamer. She would float like an angel, shimmer like dawn, and believe herself queen of the evening. I would wear survival. And survival, in the right hands, was the deadliest gown of all.

She saw a large, silver chest, its surface etched with the symbol of a wolf howling at a crescent moon. She opened it and found a suit of armor made of a strange, lightweight metal that shimmered like moonlight. It was the ceremonial armor of the Silverback Guardians. She put it on, the metal molding to her body as if it were a second skin. It felt light as silk but strong as diamond. She took the silver blades and holstered them, feeling the weight of her history supporting her. She looked at herself in the reflection of the obsidian table. She didn't see the girl in the Porsche anymore. She saw a leader.

The soft, rhythmic lapping of the crystalline, turquoise water against the subterranean rock provided a soothing, hypnotic melody that instantly banished the lingering echoes of clashing steel. Standing on the smooth, warm stone ledge overlooking the water, Rebecca turned to face him. Gently, deliberately, she began to rid him of his heavy, battle-worn armor. She unbuckled the iron-reinforced leather straps of his breastplate, letting the heavy metal clatter to the floor with a dull, resonant thud. Piece by piece, she removed the gauntlets that had crushed empires, the greaves, and his stained tunic, until the grand Sovereign stood completely bare before her, exposed and vulnerable in the ri

I had no doubt that I would find out soon enough. “You must come with me!” The dark figure said. His voice was soothing and very seductive! I felt tremors in parts of my soul that I didn’t even know existed. I don’t know how much longer I can keep my self-control around him. The dark figure didn’t wait for my reply and before I could react, he had a grasp on my arm and proceeded to drag me along the dirt road to an awaiting car. I tried to struggle out of his grip but there were tiny sparks on my skin where he touched. I know that he felt it too once his grip tightened on my arm. I was trying to ignore my reactions to his touch, failing miserably by the way. This guy had an almost a

I slowly gazed upon her, taking in every inch of her as she laid there, lol on sinfully tempting. She had a red lacy transparent thong on that left little to no imagination on, matching it with it’s pair of lacy transparent bra, showing her erect bud standing proudly in the bra. Her skin glimmered in the lights as a wave of peaches and cream envelopes my senses, engulfing me in her scent and rendering me powerless. Her full lips was molded in a heap of red lipstick, her lower lips caught between her teeth as she battered her eyelashes at me rather innocently.