Cadence X Shining Armor Novels & Stories

"I guess I underestimated the old man." Chloe frowned in confusion, watching as Lucas turned in his seat to look at her. The sight of him was enough to knock the air from her lungs. He was wearing a black Henley shirt that was stretched over his broad shoulder and muscled arms. He was muscled like two mountains guarding the door but Chloe could tell there was strength and agility packed into that hard body that only a well-trained Alpha could possess. It was too dark to see those hazel eyes that were the colour of the wilderness but Chloe thought she saw something akin to desire flash through them making her heart flutter like an excited bird.

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

He rolled his eyes before finally deciding to speak when Giovanni cleared his throat in a threatening manner. "Domenico. Fifth eldest." Dickhead grumbled and bubbles went on with his whispers, "the one with a permanent stick in his ass. He's the Xander." Eh. I can't really say anything. I've been told I'm the female Xander... on multiple occasions. "I'm Nicolo. This guy's triplet. I'm the sixth eldest." Smartass continued while earning a childish eye roll from Domenico. I waited for bubbles' whisper but he quickly added it after sipping his water, "The sarcastic idiot. No brains, all muscle."

The witch’s hands move in graceful arcs, threads of shimmering light weaving around Xelina. When the glow fades, she’s dressed in armor that blends beauty and battle: supple leather embossed with silver filigree, hardened plates etched with symbols of strength and protection. It’s a warrior’s garb, elegant yet fierce, made for standing tall against the darkness. Xelina meets my gaze, and despite everything, I see fire burning in her eyes.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

I was pulled into a tight hug by arms I knew so well. "It's okay now, Alice! Look at me. Don't be scared!" Alexander held my face, panting. His suit jacket was gone, his tie was pulled loose, and his hair was a mess. I was still in shock, just staring at him. He shook me harder, his nerves getting the best of him. "Talk to me, Alice!" His shaking made my head spin. I clenched my teeth and slapped him again.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

she asked softly. Luz’s armoured chest vibrated beneath her hand, the black plates feeling cold and unyielding despite the warmth blooming within him. His crimson gaze fixed on her fingers resting against his breastplate. “Take it off?” his voice was low, laced with a hint of amusement at her casual confidence. “You are asking me to strip in front of you?” The black vein on his neck pulsed visibly as he considered the request. It was not just about removing armour; it was about shedding the monster’s disguise and revealing the vulnerable flesh beneath. “I will warn you,” he said, his thumb stroking along her jawline. “The scars aren’t pretty. This armour hides more than just flesh.” He stepp

00ms] Xander stepped into the center of the projection, his presence causing the holographic lines to ripple and bow toward him. As the Living Core, he was the anchor of our world, but even he looked grim. The silver runes on his arms were pulsing with a violent, staccato rhythm—the sound of the Earth itself bracing for impact.

The arrival of the "Void-Vanguard"—the original Shadow Claws now possessed by the Architects' "Liquidation Frequency"—turned the twilight into a funeral. They emerged from the violet-lilies of the forest like ripples in a dark pond, their armor a matte, scentless obsidian, their eyes two solid pools of liquid silver. They moved with the rhythmic, mechanical precision of a clockwork nightmare, their blades creating a low-frequency hum that made the vibrant colors of the North bleed out once again.