Black Hand Riku Armor Novels & Stories

Black leather armor, which did not restrict movement, hugged his eternally young body, emphasizing the dignity of the figure, the dark blue jacket underneath was in harmony with the blue strands of hair thrown from his face, and massive rings sparkled on the fingers of his right hand, which lay on the hilt of the sword. "I just got back," Allvin replied a little later. - And what is the Father? - With sincere, it seemed, curiosity, asked Adom, coming closer, and then Allvin noticed that his left hand was completely covered with blood, slowly flowing down his palm and dripping from the tips of his fingers.

Her leather jacket was gone, leaving her in her red tank top, the fabric torn at the shoulder, and her auburn hair hung in her face, the silver streaks catching the torchlight. Zane Blackthorn sat on his throne, his lean frame coiled with menace, his amber eyes glinting like a predator’s in the dim light. His shaved head gleamed, the claw-mark tattoos snaking up his arms a stark contrast to his pale skin, and he wore a sleeveless black tunic, the fabric stained with blood. His fingers drummed a slow rhythm on the armrest, each tap echoing like a heartbeat in the cavern’s stillness. Around him, his pack lingered, their eyes averted, their postures tense, but Rhea stood at his side, her cruel

Her right palm bore the Starfall Fate-Ring, its uncut stone glowing with a steady, quiet silver light. Beside her, Rhys stood like an ancient mountain of muscle and iron. His massive torso was bare, save for the matte-black titan-steel harness humming against his scar-lined chest. His hazel-blue eyes were flared into a fierce, molten gold, radiating a suffocating Alpha aura that made the security guards stationed along the tunnel walls keep their distance in reflexive fear.

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.

He would never let himself be killed by a Strength of a level nine insect. “I admit I was being careless earlier, you won’t get another shot this time!” Ricky said as he moved his palms. Suddenly, a green pair of brass knuckles appeared on his hands. This pair of brass knuckles were different as it shone in a green hue with odd energies wafting about. “It’s time for you to die!” Ricky grovelled, it was as though bouts of energy were about to pour out from his mouth. It did come out elsewhere though as the ground below him shook and cracked. He was releasing a lot of energy.

A lightly armed and armored woman stepped through the doorway and scanned the room. Her armor was matte black with dark purple accents along the curves. The plating was thin and light, which allowed her unrestricted movement. Yet it was clear that the armor was rather tough. Strapped to her right thigh was a B-ranked Hellfire Handcannon. It was a weapon that didn’t simply perforate its target - it completely obliterated whatever it struck. It also had a tendency to dislocate its owner's shoulder, if they weren’t strong enough to handle the kick.

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.

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.

I smiled and shook my head, feeling like myself again. Then Yael pulled out a gift box from behind him. "Check this out. Hope you like it." I did not hold back. I took it and opened it right away. Inside was the Heart of the Ocean, meant for someone truly special. "Last month, I got invited to this jewelry show, and the host just handed this to me. I thought it was perfect for you. Ha! I've been waiting for the right moment to give it to you. If you don't like it, you can just... you know..."

On the day of departure, the entire clan gathered near the main gate of the valley, standing in solemn silence. They did not cheer, they simply watched quietly as Rayden walked past them. He no longer wore his ascetic robes. He now wore the Shadow Ice Armor, a lightweight yet incredibly sturdy bluish-black leather armor capable of absorbing light and blending into shadows. At his waist hung the Frozen Moon Blade, a long, slender sword forged from eternal ice, radiating a biting cold.