Cadence X Shining Armor Novels & Stories

Yehria steadied her breathing and conjured three shiny energy balls before her. Then, she cast the energy balls in James’ direction. James found the answers to his questions after he scanned the energy balls with his Zen. The Waitara Path’s soul spirit had given Yehria three items: the Xaadcel Armor, the Lyonors Crown, and the Jeltjorum Shoes. The Xaadcel Armor could be used to conceal the user’s aura and keep their identity secret.

While Scarlet’s help was appreciated, the split second of pain was sharp enough for her to want to avoid it. Locked in a standstill with the beast in front of her, Cadence had enough time to survey the situation behind her. What she saw through her IAC took her breath away, and for a moment, she didn’t care whether she got Daunator or not. Her concentration wavered for just a split second, but that’s all it took for the glowing pulse of power to nick her in the shoulder. Cadence screamed as the burn bit into her arm, searing her jacket and turning her muscle into molten lava. Scarlet’s light was there in a second, healing her flesh, but leaving her jacket smoldering. Daunator laughed, and Ca

Emily's proximity served as a potent reminder of our unbreakable connection, our destinies intertwined as we confronted this despicable adversary intent on claiming what he had no right to. The challenge ignited with a primal snarl, a proclamation of our unyielding defiance. Claws unsheathed, fangs exposed, we lunged into action. Emily's graceful movements exhibited precision and elegance while I harnessed the primal might inherent to my Alpha status. The room transformed into a battlefield, a symphony of snarls and growls blending with our own. Emily's swiftness and accuracy impressed me; it was evident that Ian had trained her well, shaping her into a true Luna in her own right. Alpha Rich

The other was deep obsidian with streaks of violet color that pulsed with an energy that crackled like lightning. Two swords lay beside them—twin blades, pulsing with raw power. One for Xander. One for me. The forge had gifted us. Xander stepped forward first, his usual composed expression was filled with awe. He reached out, fingers grazing the silver armor. The moment he touched it, the entire armor responded, shifting slightly like it had recognized him I swallowed hard and looked at my own. The obsidian armor was calling out to me like an extension of myself that I didn't understand yet.

I rasp. “I need for you and your soul to die, obviously. I’m an angel. My healing capabilities are well beyond that of a shifter. See you in the next life Tamael,” Cadance says and laughs hysterically as Xillon, Gabriel and Dante do everything in their power to stop my wrist from gushing blood. Trying my best to block out the pain, I close my eyes and summon my wolf, Larrisa, and my celestial soul, Tamael. ‘Tamael, come forth. Larissa, come to me. We must fight her and not let her win. Break through the chains that bind you, that are keeping you from me.’

she prodded, her voice as chilly as a winter in Aspen. “From a Mrs. Giorgia Bianco.” Once the name dropped, all hell broke loose. Slapping the clipboard way, Sasha marched outside into the circular driveway and found a shiny black Ducati limited edition vintage motorcycle parked right next to the fountain. The scream that erupted from her lips almost pierced everyone’s eardrums and made all the nearby birds fly away.

All they could do was dodge the attacks and deflect whenever they could. Constantine's holy flame was the only thing that managed to cause any real damage to Cadillacia at all. However, Cadillacia's armor was far too strong, and the holy flame merely left small burn marks after every attack. The armor also seemed to repair itself as soon as it was damaged, too. Over ten minutes into the battle, Cadillacia was growing stronger and gaining momentum while Wilbur, Eileen, and Constantine had used up a great deal of their spiritual energy.

“Feed the shard your spark, and the forge will rise.” Keira’s face was a mask of strain, her hands trembling as sparks flared around her, bending unnaturally toward the shard. Her eyes met mine, wide with fear and defiance, and I saw the battle within her, her spark fighting to break free, to obey the forge’s call. “Riven!” she gasped, her voice raw. “I can’t hold it!” I lunged, my sword raised, but Kaden’s elite guard emerged from the shadows, four men, armored in black, their blades etched with sigils that glowed like the chains.

She pulled back just enough to look at me. “What are you planning now?” There it was. Not if. What. I took a breath. “I’m designing armor,” I said. Her brows rose. “Armor?” “Personal combat armor,” I clarified. “For the Shadows. Lightweight. Flexible. Resistant to silver, wolfsbane, spell penetration. Something that doesn’t slow them down, but doesn’t let them die easily either.” Her hand tightened in my coat. “You’re preparing for casualties.” “I’m preparing to prevent them.”