Bound Armor Oblivion Novels & Stories

"I'm sure as hell not going to let you guys go alone. I'll leave the pack if I have to. But you guys will always have me to watch your backs, that's a promise." "We can't let you do that, Jace," I shake my head. "It's worth a shot," Iselyn says. I shoot her a glare and she shrugs. "What? It is." “I’m not asking, Malia,” he says. “I’m not going to let you guys walk into his den without backup. So, you might as well get onboard. Princess, you’re onboard, aren’t you?” “Hell yeah,” Ice smiles. “Better you than Alazaer.”

he whispered, his eyes glowing dimly, his voice a low whisper, “I bind the strands of fate, shape the invisible, and reveal long-hidden truths.” The third figure stepped forward, his towering frame draped in armor so ancient. The sheer size of him was intimidating, but his voice carried a steady calm, like a mountain unshaken by storms. “I am the Warden of Steel. I am both the shield and the blade, unyielding and resolute. None pass through this citadel without proving their worth.” Gaia’s breath hitched as an older man approached, his steps measured, his pale tattoos glowing faintly with a soft blue light. His frail appearance carried an undeniable aura of wisdom, and his calm voice seemed

The beast rose its weapon for another strike and Sethlzaar rose with it, veil moving deftly. He took the enemy's arm first, severing it at the elbow. The action was swift. Behind it was a power borne from swinging wooden swords and veils for near ten years. The force of the collision sent both arm and club cascading through the air over fifty feet. Now the pain in his back roared like something demanding release, spreading into the length of his spine. Sethlzaar jumped to the side, evading the unsouled's swinging arm. One armed, and the beast still fought. He would have been impressed had Saelin not been lying a few feet from him. The unsouled came at him and he indulged it.

Curse on them all, he would now have to slay Olobiri quickly, which would be less than the madman deserves. His challenger already stood waiting. Olobiri, the skeleton smith, the bone gatherer, the bane of Benin was albino, tall and handsome. Nearly as tall as Arualan, wider at the shoulders with arms the size of tree trunks. Garbed in his terrible bleached bone armor, a large buffalo skull for helm sat firmly on his dreadlocked head. In each of his hands, he held a long-jagged knife made of bones; a collection of human skulls decorated his waist, clattering together in the evening breeze, finger bones taken from his victims, held together on a string was tied around his neck. Olobiri was ap

"That is where Aidan moved the primary lab. It is the only building with a dedicated power grid and independent oxygen scrubbers." Sora adjusted the grip on his knife. He could see them. At least twenty tactical officers in full Corvin gear. They weren't just guards. They were wearing specialized silver-mesh armor designed to reflect Shifter attacks. He felt the frequency in his blood surge, humming against the back of his neck where Vardan had burned the tracker. The scar was tight, pulling at his skin, a constant reminder of the parasite that had lived inside him. "The armor they wear has a weakness," Vardan said, his voice a low rumble beside Sora’s ear. "The joints at the neck and the ba

The man stiffened, standing frozen for a moment before collapsing lifelessly to the floor. Earlier, when Steve had fired the round-shaped blast, he’d noticed their armor—beast-grade gear designed to disperse impact almost completely. The armor absorbed most of the force, and their bodies endured what little passed through. But armor didn’t cover everything. And Steve had noticed that. Now invisible, he’d struck where protection didn’t exist. “No… no!” the remaining man shouted, panic seeping into his voice. He glanced at the fallen body, then toward the man standing at the doorway—the one radiating the strongest aura—seeking silent permission.

The Protective Battle Armor focused on defense and was made of Wilbur's spiritual energy, lightning, and Dragon Power. The runes that formed on it were all defensive runes as well. As Wilbur's strength increased, the defensive capabilities of the armor increased to a horrifying level as well. The moment the armor was formed, the bullets rained down on it like a violent torrent. At that moment, the constant explosions were heard, and smoke was everywhere. The whole plaza was filled with smoke caused by the explosions. Seymour laughed maniacally as he continued to frantically show off his firepower. That terrifying firepower lasted for about three minutes, completely depleting all the ammuniti

Swords, daggers, axes, and guns, each sharpened and polished to perfection. Before anything, I focus on protection. I grab a set of lightweight body armor— fabric pads designed to absorb impact while remaining undetectable under clothing. Chest, back, arms, thighs—each piece is strapped into place, offering just enough defense without sacrificing speed. A full suit would slow me down, and I can’t afford that. But these will stop any claws, teeth or worse from inflicting too much damage which will give me an edge.

I can be a handful, but only because I can take care of myself and don’t need babysitters. I do feel bad for them though, hence why I like to give them breaks – which they refuse to take. Not only are these two stuck standing guard in front of whatever room I’m in, but they have to do it covered head to toe in armour. Looks amazing, but I wouldn’t want to wear it. The armour is made from graphene, it’s flexible and elastic while being strong and lightweight. The beauty of this particular armour is that it’s been imbued with makkari magic. The armour is sentient, to a degree. It can sense the species of the attacking enemy and alter itself accordingly. So, if say a sirna was attacking them, t

Barren announces, getting up and walking over to a small closet. "What are you doing?" When he reappears, he is carrying two catsuits and what look like two gauntlets. "This, will help protect us when we go up against the somnium beasts," he explains, tossing me one of the suits. "It’s made of a special metal that can’t be pierced even by the strongest of blades. And this," he continues, tossing me the gauntlet, is a special weapon that can transform into whatever the wielder wants." Frowning, I take in the items and begin to feel like I’m the side character in a sci-fi movie. How the hell did Barren come up with all this?