Cadence X Shining Armor Novels & Stories

Andrius warned Calista before preparing to join the battle. “Mr. Moonshade, wait.” Calista caught up and held a purple shimmering treasure armor that occasionally flickered with lightning. It looked extraordinary and mysterious. “This is the Thunder Dragon Scale Armor.” Calista handed the armor to Andrius and explained briefly, “It’s made from the scales of the Void Thunder Dragon and forged under divine thunder for a thousand days and nights. It can greatly weaken the attacks of Void Thunder Dragons. Put it on.” Andrius did not hesitate to take the armor and put it on. “Thank you, Princess Calista!”

After all, Nancy just brought her some spectacular good news, which would make her smile for a very long time just by remembering it, something that would make her sleep easier. “Nancy,” she uttered. Nancy looked at her, an amiable expression on the woman’s face. “Yes?” “Thank you.” “Thank Michelle,” she said. “She opened my eyes and my heart.” They then all watched Nancy as she strode out of the door, and when she vanished from their sight, Anika turned to Layla, “I think this calls for a celebration,” she said, smiling. “Somebody has just gifted you a peace of mind.”

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

Her new attire was built like armor meant for an Empress who didn’t need protecting: A fitted black and silver tunic with gold-lined seams. A high collar flaring into crescent-shaped pauldrons. Armored bracers carved with Lux and shadow sigils. A flowing back cape woven from Solaris gold thread and Lunaris silver thread. A belt engraved with ancient Noctis runes. Dark boots lined with quiet lunar metal that absorbed sound. Regal. lethal. impossibly beautiful. Alessia touched the collar lightly. “This will do.” Ianthe whistled. “It does more than ‘do.’ You look like a walking threat.”

Tower Shield [B] Terra Nach Mar “Executor” LR200 Sniper Cannon (SM) [A] — Xylo was a few meters below Raijin, though she wasn’t hovering, and instead nestled herself among the tree’s thickest branches. The digital camo pattern on her armor shifted slightly, and the blobs of dull grays, browns, and greens all moved in conjunction with the forest surrounding. And similar to Raijin’s mecha, had a significantly lowered signal. It made her even harder to spot from the muck.

My heart is hitting my ribcage with so much force I can barely even hear her. How in the baloney does she want me to relax? I glance over at the judge's table, the fan girl in me clawing its way out as my eyes land on Crash Course Rebellion's star drummer, Brendan O'Connor. His natural blonde hair is kept short, unlike his best friend's, and his sky-blue eyes can have every girl swooning with just one glance. Even from behind his prescription glasses, he can make all the girls in his vicinity fall at his feet. His arms are eye candy for those in love with muscles and men will kill to have a body as good as his. I would know; I've got tons of magazine posters of him. Shirtless, might I add.

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

I behead another crawler, my eyes blazing as I feel my thigh tingle as my mark surfaces, making the crawlers hiss as they shrivel back. I summon forward my power, gasping when I feel the crown on my head, and the shield that now appears strapped to my arm. I raise my arm, my hair whipping across my face as three crawlers slam into it before they shriek and jump away. I spin, jumping forward before kicking one of them. My armour is impressive and flexible. I can feel the power in the shoes, the way they adapt to any terrain, the way that the fabric itself is armour, even the crawlers are unable to rip the fabric. Science at its finest.

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.

Neither Mom nor Dad spared me a backward glance. From that day onward, I learned to stand on my own two feet. I had to take care of myself. I was only six years old when I faced the loneliness, the danger, and the helplessness of life on my own. I forced myself to be strong and resilient. I forced myself to be independent. I made sure to build a tough armor around myself to protect myself from harm. My armor was close to perfect during my childhood and teenage years. However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor.