Bound Armor Oblivion Novels & Stories

As the wind picks it up and sends it away, I step back when I see Silent unfazed. "This armor is made from an incredibly dense, reinforced steel," Silent says, "You're going to need so much more than your pathetic explosive arrows to put a dent it in." "Let me guess," I say, grabbing a few more arrows. "A secret, stolen formula." "For what I want," Silent says, "I need this armor to be invincible." "And what is that exactly?" "Order." SpeedBlade: "Here's my order," I say, running and jumping into the air. Pulling back my sword, I prepare to swing at the giant calling himself Silent but as I raise my sword, I see Silent's hand glowing.

He held on one of the boys' collar to keep him from biting on since he looked like he is about to sip again even after a few hard sucking. The boy must have panicked that he roughly turned to him and showed him it's awfully, blood-coated fangs. It's eyes glowed red in the center trying to scare him off . Clayton grunted due to annoyance at the boy's messy state. He's disgusted with how painted with blood the boy's face is. He pushed it hard that the thud of it's back hitting the dried leaves alarmed the others. They immediately gathered together and stood in defense towards him. They were trying to scare him off with their awful looks. The stumbled boy being pushed behind them and protected

The Gathering Storm By evening, the news of the northern anomaly had been contained, but the air within the Obsidian Ridge Citadel crackled with an undeniable, heavy tension. Inside the grand armory, Caelum and Lyra stood side-by-side before a long table of polished black steel, strapping on their final pieces of battle regalia. Caelum wore his imperial coat of midnight black, edged with heavy silver thread and rune etched shadow plates protected his broad chest. Lyra slipped into the armor of her elite queen, a sleek, skin-tight bodysuit of obsidian leather and white-gold solar quartz, humming with divine energy. The matching Soul-Bind mark on her thigh throbbed, as did the intricate crest

Duggar straightened, but he didn’t rush. Good. He understood weight. He gestured toward the tributes. “These are offerings from the Silent Blues,” he said. “Forged in our lands. Carried through our battles. Not for display, but for use.” One of his men stepped forward, lifting a piece of armor, dark, reinforced, etched with subtle patterns that hummed faintly with energy. “Tempered with moonstone,” Duggar continued. “Resistant to both steel and magic.” Another brought forth a blade. Slim. Deadly. Its edge shimmered faintly, almost invisible in the light.

Laura unwrapped the bundle and gasped. Inside was the most beautiful armor she'd ever seen. Deep crimson leather reinforced with silver plates. The chest piece was molded to fit a woman's body perfectly. Intricate designs covered every surface. "It's incredible," she breathed. "Made by the best craftsmen in my pack," Lucian said. "Lightweight but strong. It will protect you in battle." Laura ran her fingers over the smooth leather. It felt like liquid under her touch. "Try it on," Dante urged. Laura looked around. "Here?"

“Boy, just surrender!” With that, his palm strength became even more powerful than before, its momentum becoming more intense. “Surrender? Ridiculous!” As Andrius spoke, he took out something from his ring and put it on. It was a chainmail armor that was enveloped with true energy. Wilson’s father had prepared this for Wilson when he left the Dark Demon Sect. The armor had a certain defensive effect against the true energy of immortal cultivators, demonic cultivators, and fiend cultivators.

The ground shifted as three Architects—the ten-foot giants of glass—stepped out from the shadows of the Obelisk. But these weren't like the ones at the border. These were wearing Thorne Security armor. "They’ve merged," Julian whispered, raising his weapon. "The tech and the monsters. They’re evolving." The Battle for the Foundation Aero Charging a "Supernova" punch to crack the Obelisk's base. Critical (Draining fast) Lyra Maintaining a "Void Shield" to stop the green beams. High (Strained)

My arms held out as a silent Null attendant tightened the straps across my chest. Snap. The buckle dug into my ribs. "Too tight," I gasped. "It needs to be tight," Barzil's voice rumbled from behind me. "Loose gear catches on debris. If you get snagged in the Foundry, you die." He walked around me. Inspecting the fit with a critical eye. He was already fully armored—a mountain of black steel and red cape. He looked terrifying. He looked like the monster the mothers in the Dregs used to frighten their children into silence.

"Yes, it is to be worn beneath your armour during combat." At this point, I smiled. "And it is also a magical item." I grinned. "This is a magical item?" Aldo responded with surprise. "It's called Guard of Life." In comparison to the armour you would be wearing on top of it, it is definitely more valuable. In fact, I am so confident in it that I would send you into battle wearing only that." [Guard of Life - Grade II] [Classification - Inner armour] [Provides physical damage mitigation] [Increases speed]

I walked through the aisle and the dome flowers glowed by my side as I walked. I smiled as I saw Yohan standing under the arbor in his handsome clothes. He was wearing a black leather pants which had laces styled from top to bottom on both of the outer sides. His shirt was plain white but his buttons weren’t straight. The button line moved as a semi circle from the beginning middle of his chest to the end right where it finished. His buttons were gold in color with a lot of luster and were neatly spaced. On his left shoulder he had a cloak with soft golden embroidery with white fur around the side-lines. The upper fur was thicker as compared to the rest of the side-lines. His crown was made