Blue Sand Armor Outward Novels & Stories

Aurora’s POV: I felt as though I’d been asleep, awakened by the sounds of seagulls and ocean waves. I sat up directly looking around. I rubbed my eyes trying to adjust to the brightness. My eyes finally pulled in to focus. Elms beach! I recognized this place! Is this heaven? I thought as I examined my clothes. I was in different battle gear. I wore a top that looked like a Bra. It was metal, small reflective pale blue lights covered my stomach. I could hardly see them. It gave my skin a slight glow. I wore a short loose-fitting skirt that had the same reflective light and metal laced through it. I looked at my arms and legs all the way down.

They had seen some of their comrades turn to a heap of sand. Where their comrades once stood was a heap of sand. Their dark leather armor that clung to their body like a second skin when they got soaked with perspiration was now around a dune. They were petrified as gasps of horror filled the air. Who would be the next to become a heap of sand? Why was this happening?

I said. "You'll need other things. Ear plugs for their songs. Fully body armour for their life draining touch. You'll need magical defences against their illusions and something to help you breathe underwater." Elijah stated buntly. Jordan nodded, his jaw set tight. “We’ll rig up breathing charms, enchantments to help the resistance hold their breath longer than any human could. Magic wards will shield them from the sirens’ illusions, but those only last so long.” Henry added, “The full-body armor will have to be lightweight but strong enough to block the touch that drains your life. We can coat it in special salts to dull the magic’s edge.”

He didn't aim to kill, but his heavy, obsidian fist cut through the air with terrifying speed, aimed squarely at Neema’s chest. Neema screamed, instinctively throwing her hands up in a cross-guard. She didn't clap, but the sheer panic triggered a localized, defensive sonic burst from her palms. BOOM. The sound wave was jagged, uncontrolled, and chaotic. It struck Jabari’s obsidian armor, the high-frequency vibration instantly finding the microscopic flaws in his glass-like skin. Jabari cried out in pain as the armor along his forearm shattered into a thousand razor-sharp fragments, throwing him backward into the dirt.

“They are coming to the shore!” ​I looked down at the narrow strip of beach at the base of the cliffs. Small, sleek boats were dropping from the sides of the larger ships, propelled by jets of steam and solar fire. Each boat carried a dozen soldiers clad in white-and-gold armor, their frequency staves glowing with a lethal, humming energy. ​“They want to fight on the ground,” I said, a dark, human joy rising in my chest. “They think they have the advantage in a melee.”

Aunt Anna explained. "Why is it impossible?" I ask "Well, because the palace is guarded by a very strong ancient magic. Outsiders can't come in unless they are permitted. " With that, she turns away from us, towards the wall, and just snaps her fingers three times. Suddenly there was light. Right in the wall was a bright opening... a hole of some sort, similar to the one Doctor Strange opens in Avengers. "Oh my God." Rachel gasped excitedly..."This is awesome. So what you guys just have to step into that and boom... you are home? " She asked, and my aunt nodded.

The geezer quickly said fawningly, "Lord Lazuli is naturally worried about you, my lord. That's why he sent this armor over. It isn't just Noble grade—it is endlessly sturdy and enforced with defensive wards. Not even a rank ten Ether Lord can hope to pierce it!" As he finished, he took out a pill that shone with pure white radiance, and Ches' breath turned rushed as he exclaimed, "An Ether-grade blood pill too?!" "Indeed." The geezer smiled. "There are only three of such pills in all of Zoronda. As long as you aren't killed instantly, you can heal rapidly no matter how grievous the wound is! With this armor and the pill, Caleb Crawford is delusional if he hopes to defeat you!"

ARAH The creature that burst from her palm hit the floor with a heavy thud. It was a towering thing, plated in segmented, iridescent armor that glimmered faintly like oil on water. Steam hissed from its blue shell where her blood still clung. Behind it, a spiked tail swept around, smashing into vases and forcing her to jump back to avoid being hit.

She raised his guard and waited for another attack to come but nothing happened. She took a look at the immobile figure standing in front of the building. It was a three meters tall set of armor with no face appearing on the helmet's hole. Blue runes emitted a soft light through all its body creating a blue halo around its figure. There were signs of combat on the armor as it was full of dents and holes. Seeing that the armor was unmoving, Sara relaxed and thought for a bit. 'Is it defending that area? How do I destroy it?'

Quando eu ia a caminho da cozinha a música na rádio parou de tocar e, de repente, ouviu-se uma voz: ‘’Interrompemos agora a nossa pausa musical para novamente alertar toda a população sobre o perigo que anda à solta: o menino psicopata, como ele foi apelidado, ainda não foi detido. Ele atende pelo nome de Sander, veste uma camisola azul e calças brancas e usa sandálias pretas, segundo descrição da avó. Ele é muito perigoso, apesar da pouca idade.‘’ Fiquei pasma com o que tinha ouvido, não queria acreditar! Permaneci à porta da cozinha a ouvir.