Bound Armor Oblivion Novels & Stories

Lastly, I put a small modified bob pin in my hair. I put some emergency flare and alternative gun in my backpack, a rope, a spyglass, a lot of small hidden cameras, my tablet, and a water bottle. *** 11.15 pm I scattered 7 hidden cameras around the base, another 5 in the base, 8 along the tunnel, and 10 inside the base—2 for every room. *** 11.48 I throw a glow stick behind me and another one in front of me. I checked all of my weapons, making sure they're in place.

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?

He grunted, and a black light emanated from his body as a set of gleaming black armor instantly appeared on him. This was one of his trump cards as a general of the Sky Demon Kingdom—the Sky Demon Divine Armor! In Barry's prime, this armor could withstand a full-force strike from a martial celestial lord realm opponent. Now, suppressed to stage nine of the major martial god realm, it could still ignore a full-force attack from a martial celestial god. Therefore, Barry did not dodge a single one of Hoover's 81 strikes and took them head-on.

The truth of oblivion. Thorne did not slow. He did not falter. He and his two thousand riders did not charge with wild abandon, but advanced with a terrifying, inexorable purpose. Their armor was not just steel; it was etched with runes of sea-salt and iron, their shields polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the chaotic light of the dying sanctum. They were not just men; they were a living, breathing counter-spell, a mobile fortress of order and reality.

A face of shock ripples through Troy as well, almost matching the orc’s look. Mudbrew’s left palm is placed on the protected chest of the orc and the right on is placed on the chest of the fire prince. On each of his palms are scribed runes embedded with the steel material that he wears. The rune is the same shape as a diaphragm of a bear which adds force to a formula. Purple ignition of arcane power surges through his armor and fingers then without fail, a forceful push of arcane energy blasts the two apart, separating them. The left side of Scar’s armor is crushed in the process, as the general applied enough force to do so whereas, with Troy, he only applies enough to push him back. “That

Bloodbound Trials A Forbidden Fantasy Romance of Power, Betrayal, and Desire. Under the light of a crimson moon, one forgotten secret has the power to awaken an ancient kingdom. Ariana has spent her entire life believing she was ordinary until a mysterious pendant, haunting dreams, and a dangerous stranger shatter everything she thought she knew. Thrust into a hidden world of forbidden magic, cursed bloodlines, and ruthless enemies, she discovers that her past has been buried beneath centuries of lies. As dark forces close in, Ariana must unravel the truth behind her family's disappearance and embrace a destiny she never chose. But every answer comes with a price, and every ally hi

“Four. One on the collarbone, three on the neck. The guy was… enthusiastic.” I swallowed hard. “You don’t have to smile about it.” “What else am I supposed to do?” She turned around and leaned against the wall, arms crossed under her chest. The cheap black silk robe she wore barely covered anything. “This is the life now, Elara. You keep fighting it and you’re just going to get hurt worse.” I looked down at my own hands. They were still soft. Still clean. Still untouched. I hated how proud that made me feel. Pride was dangerous here. Pride got girls locked in the basement for “attitude adjustments.”

Vale moved in front of Lyra without hesitation, Ronan flanking her left side, Cassian her right, Malachai behind. “I hate that this formation makes sense,” Cassian muttered. Vale’s voice vibred low. “Silence.” The storm pulled itself inward, folding, compressing— until a figure stepped out. A tall silhouette in armor carved from pale bone. Antlers curled from its helm like sharpened branches, each one inscribed with lines of ancient script. The armor was not dead material—it breathed, faint flashes of silver and red pulsing under its surface like veins. And the air around it…

Because it's true I look down at my hands, they're shaking, not from fear but the amount of restraint and power I'm holding back. My claws tear into my palms, my eyes gaze at the piece of cloth in my arm, the scent is fading, almost gone. If it disappears, I pray I disappear with it. Dax clears his throat carefully. “There's a Tier- one facility on the border.” he continues. “It's called the sanctuary.” “They have reinforced isolation suites,” he continues. “Titanium and silver walls, soundproofed and no omega unless requested.” I close my eyes, Finn says. “Just a place to weather the storm.” I close my eyes, breathing hard, body trembling, I need to leave now. “Prepare the transport.”

I went to gear up. Armor. Weapons. Scent mask. Blade laced with silver, just in case. And one more thing—a small velvet pouch Naomi gave me months ago. “For luck,” she’d said. Now, I’d carry it like a promise. They took my mate. They touched what was mine. They declared war with their hands on her skin. And I was going to show them exactly what kind of monster they woke up.