Cadence X Shining Armor Novels & Stories

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.

he said defiantly, trying to get up. He lunged at me. I dove out of his way and drew my shard down in his back with everything I had, praying I hit his spine. We both fell on the floor with a thud, only a few feet apart. I could see his eyes. “That’s for Noora, you motherfucker, she knew what you were,” I whispered as he stopped moving and drew his last breath. The door burst open, shaking the floor beneath me, just as I blacked out.

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Normally, Georgie Clementine could also do stuff like this for Xyla. However, after considering how occupied Georgie had recently been looking after Henry Armstrong, Xyla decided not to bother her. When Xyla walked through the door, Cadence Carmichael was already there. He was wearing an oversized, black T-shirt with a black straw hat. The hat was tilted very low. There was an extended silver necklace from Tiffany’s Makers series around his neck. He also had a silver bracelet from Tiffany’s Diamond Point series on his right arm, as well as a pure silver ring.

"What are you talking about? Your shoulder has a huge gash on it! Your armor must be useless!" Xander held back his laughter as he thought about his armour. It was made with enhanced metal that had been refined and forged by the bestest of blacksmiths. His opponent must have been a descendent of a Holy Beast as it was able to easily tear through his armor. "Maybe... I'm glad I got it though." Xander said as he smiled gently at Diane. She had said a short prayer, healing the wound almost instantly. "What? Are you crazy?" "Only for you."

I watched them fight while trying to crawl backward, my ankle throbbing and my palms shaking. Cade swung at Liam with unfocused force and Liam blocked it with his forearm, pushing back with a low growl. They both moved fast but Cade looked wrong, like he was fighting something inside him. His body lurched in strange ways and I saw a faint glint around his upper arm, a thin silverish band that pulsed when he jerked. I didn’t know what it meant but it didn’t look normal.

He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor. Lyra’s armor was a masterpiece, a combination of sleek silver and deep blue. The breastplate was etched with subtle wolf motifs, a nod to her Lycan heritage, and accented with shimmering gemstones that glowed faintly with protective enchantments. The design allowed for flexibility, ensuring that she could move with the grace and speed her wolf demanded.

skin. It was ridiculous. It was glorious. The armor was polished gold with glowing blue runic etchings. Massive pauldrons shaped like lion heads sat on his shoulders, breathing digital steam. Every time he moved, little sparkles of light trailed behind him like fairy dust. "You look like a disco ball had a baby with a tank," Jinx laughed. She was sitting on the edge of the holographic table, her avatar swinging its legs. She was wearing her new "Shadow-Stalker" set—sleek, violet leather with a hood that trailed smoke and a mask that displayed a shifting 8-bit emote. Currently, it was a xD face.

I suddenly became interested in the whole house as I enjoyed the amazing view of the circular waterfall with water pouring down from it. Pulling my gown up further, I walked as fast as my leg could take me. I tripped on something and fell hard on the tiled floor. Then I heard someone scoff. I raised my head to see Lorenzo folding his arms and leaning on the wall glaring hard at my clumsiness. I winced in pain. I tried to get up but then I realized I couldn't. My ankle hurts so much.