Cadence X Shining Armor Novels & Stories

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.

Vale moved in front of Lyra without hesitation, Ronan flanking her left side, Cassian her right, Malachai behind. “I hate that this formation makes sense,” Cassian muttered. Vale’s voice vibred low. “Silence.” The storm pulled itself inward, folding, compressing— until a figure stepped out. A tall silhouette in armor carved from pale bone. Antlers curled from its helm like sharpened branches, each one inscribed with lines of ancient script. The armor was not dead material—it breathed, faint flashes of silver and red pulsing under its surface like veins. And the air around it…

“Hiding? I am the fracture. And you, Jessica, are my key.” The loom flared, and the platform shook, black threads lashing out to form warriors—not silver or crimson, but voids themselves, their forms absorbing light. They lunged, and the group fought back. Kade’s claws slashed through one, but it reformed, its touch draining his strength. Selene’s spells flickered, swallowed by the voids. Lucas struck with his dagger, his movements desperate, while Bryan’s spectral form disrupted their ranks, but the warriors were relentless.

I never thought they can use the highest form of their own magic combined with their celestial magic. After some time, the whole arena became clear for us to see as the lights emanated from Glade and Deborah disappeared. And we were all stunned to know what on earth did just happen? Glade is now covered with armor made of rose thorns and he is wearing a sheep headdress symbolizing his celestial spirit, Aries. His celestial weapon, Bastias is also restored. On the other hand, Deborah’s sexy body is now coated with hard rocks from her neck down to her feet. There is a bull’s head attached to each of her shoulder’s plate representing her mighty celestial spirit, Taurus. She is holding her reviv

I have a blue cape that reaches my knees, and long armored white boots that cover above my knees. Val wears almost the same design as mine, but her armored color combines red, black and yellow. Her cape is red, and her armor was black and yellow. “This is our battle attire, Azrael. Stop gawking at Alice's cleavage. Tsk.” Val said while smirking, and Azrael’s face turned beet red that made us laugh. Azrael is wearing a black armor attire which has a hidden weapon he could use in case of emergency. He requested that on the bladesmith and crafter.

The Stellar Navigator hovered at her left shoulder, projecting a massive, three-dimensional array of data, while her jade brush danced in her right hand, trailing ribbons of liquid golden light. She hadn't just drawn a shield; she had painted a Nine-Heavens Absolute Defense Seal directly onto the sub-space fabric. "You think you can just march up to my mountain and threaten my King?" Scarlett’s voice was as cold as the Wastes, laced with the ancient, unyielding authority of a Sovereign Exorcist. "Scarlett, its armor absorbs kinetic energy!" Caleb yelled over the roar of the clashing energies, his silver eyes fixed on the Herald. "Physical attacks just feed it!"

Their focus is razor-sharp, the tension palpable. Kayden pulls on his leather chest plate, cinching the laces with meticulous care. Jayden, in turn, sharpens a broadsword, each stroke a whisper promising vengeance. As for me, I tighten the straps of my lightweight armour, feeling the cool touch of metal against my skin, a comforting shield against the storm of emotions raging within me.

“Not masons. Smiths who crafted blades, armor, and shields for the High Houses. Without them, the great banners you love to wave would have been torn down centuries ago.” Cadric’s smile faltered. I took a slow sip of wine. “It’s easy to mock hands that are calloused when your own have only ever lifted goblets.” Marrow’s lips twitched with the hint of a smile. Cadric chuckled tightly, bowing. “Sharp as ever, Your Grace.” “Indeed,” I murmured, eyes cold. “Do keep that in mind.” Xavier’s POV From the shadows, I watched her. She hadn’t needed to say my name.

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.