Bound Armor Oblivion Novels & Stories

"And the mate bond between us—" "Is the compact actively *correcting* itself," Rowan said. "Which is the thing he cannot allow. Because if the compact fully reestablishes—if a Dravenhart and a Vale are bonded and recognized and operating in the kingdom together—the land magic responds. The deep wards reactivate. The power structure your father has spent his entire reign building, his absolute authority with no competing magical force—" Rowan spread his hands. "It doesn't hold." The morning light was fully established now, yellow and clear, making the training yard look deceptively ordinary. The sword Rowan had set down in the dirt glinted at its edges.

It was large and heavy, and made entirely out of stone, just like the armor was. This was Deus Armis – the Armor of the Gods. It was a powerful King Lease that allowed one to be clad in the forces of chaos. It was one of the ultimate sources of protection. This Lease manipulated the area around to produce a set of protective gear and an offensive weapon of your choosing. Today, Mane chose a sword. Maybe tomorrow he will choose a hammer. The platform here was the raw material manipulated by the Lease in this scenario. And even more amazing was that the Lease maintained the armor’s connection to the platform, which meant that even if it was breached it would be repaired, just like the platform

“Here is the armor of Vuolas, the ring of attraction. Unfortunately, I cannot give you a paralyzing blade, it was taken by the leader of the Fury Clan Lasters, so I dare to offer a protective strike gauntlet. This weapon is made of a unique alloy, the secret is unfortunately lost, it perfectly protects the hand and can attack from a distance with a powerful pushing blow with a minimum of magical energy, which is why it is valued. The keeper bowed his head meekly. Brook-ta-man looked at the artifacts with satisfaction. - Well, the glove will do too, I'll change the strategy, and that's all. He took the armor and deftly put it under his clothes. The steel plates of Vuolas's armor were unusuall

nothing… but a living suit of armor holding a large blackish shield with a large darkened sword without a single electric charge deduced from any of it. “Oh, I see. This is one of the abominable armour the trivial Inhumanes made, told it could divide mountains in half with a single strike of its sword.” He pointed out, “I don’t even see any holes on it, how are you even breathing in that confused disordered jumble of a thing you called an armour.” “You know nothing, ponytail.” Aje coldly spoke through the blackened armour. Abbey groaned with a thought. Another Jared to beat.

"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.

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.

Everybody ETA on the hour, we move before dawn to keep the element of surprise. Drawing on my bullet proof vest I feel it mould to my body. This is magically engineered armour designed to protect each species in its own way. Of course we are all different shapes so a generic piece was made and infused with magic to give it the ability to fit anything from a tiny fox to a huge ten foot bear. Then the assault begins as small explosions are set off to draw out the guards surroundingthe two labs, I don't know which one Dakota is in because no matter how hard I have tried to speak to her through our mate bond Ihaven't been able to make contact.

The world collapses down to one truth: He will never touch or hurt anyone again. I don’t stop when he goes down. I don’t stop when he curls in on himself, hands coming up too late, blood at his mouth. I stop only when a sound cuts through the fog. A sob from Libby. I turn and see Libby is on the floor behind the counter and curled in on herself. Her arms are wrapped around her head and she’s rocking slightly like she’s trying to disappear into the tiles. “No, no, no,” she whispers. “Please—please—”

Adrian observed that the person wasn't as formidable as he initially thought. The source of the opponent's powerful attacks stemmed entirely from the formidable armor adorning his body. This armor absorbed energy from the surrounding air, converting it into power, which the wearer could then unleash through the armor’s propulsion system. While such armor could pose a significant threat to ordinary individuals by enhancing combat effectiveness, Adrian quickly identified its flaws with his divine consciousness. With a resounding roar, Adrian declared, "The power derived from external sources is nothing but an illusion. You might as well surrender!" Simultaneously, he unleashed a surge of energ