Crusader Armor Novels & Stories

Damn it, Delia's been with His Highness all month, and I'll forget the curse on Kral. Kral looks at his struggling prey with interest. His golden eyes were stained with blood. I can see he's about to shift. His large hands scraped the armor and made a harsh grinding sound. The soldiers here usually wear armor with purple stripes. These armor are enchanted and can withstand most attacks, but now kral can crush them as easily as paper. I looked at what was happening, but I didn't dare to stop it. Kral often doesn't know his friends from his enemies when he's manic. The other soldiers came at once, but they surrounded us with long knives.

But unlike him, I had friends and love by my side, to guide me and always remind me of what was right. 'Always by your side.' I heard Victor's voice in my mind and smiled. I opened my eyes and turned my face so that I could look at my beloved. The crown on his head is complete, and he is wearing his metallic red armor, which seems to be made of lava and you can see reddish and orange glow as if it were metal being forged. My armor has a golden hue, mixed with touches of red, black, and white. We don't usually wear armor in battle, but this is special because it's made to resist magic. With Ayla's skill, I know for sure that these armors have become even more powerful.

Her calves now protected with silver and gold greaves. Morgans cuirass changed from bronze to gold and silver. Her plain leather skirt adorned with gold and silver as were her gauntlets and greaves. I dressed Briseis in similar armor to Morgan’s. Only difference her greaves went over knees. Last but not least Dean. I bestowed on him angel armor. My army may look small but make no mistake we could easily enslave all who walk the earth and beyond.

the healer said. He wore a suit of armor made of silver and steel, with intricate engravings that depicted the history of his pack. The armor was polished to a shine and was adorned with symbols of his rank and authority. The chest plate of the armor was emblazoned with the symbol of the wolf, representing his strength and leadership as the Alpha of the pack. The gauntlets and greaves were adorned with intricate designs, and the helmet that he wore was adorned with a fierce-looking wolf's head.

Then she opened the other side of the wardrobe, thrilled and nervous about what she had found. The same thing Im doing with the kings armor, she said, gathering a heavy tangle of goods into her arms. She donned a pair of wide leather pants, a thick leather tunic, a pair of chain-mail gloves, leather slippers that were certainly too big but that shed have to make work, and a bronze chest guard made of overlapping metal plates. The same black, fire-breathing dragon on the helmet was embroidered on the front of the tunic. It was hard to believe that anyone could fight a war under the weight of these clothes, but Lu Xin knew that the king didnt really fight--he only led battles from the seat of

Belikov's back went rigid when he noticed what I had my sights on, only piquing my interest more. I pulled back the red, tattered cloth that was covering it and couldn't hold back my astonished gasp even if I tried. If the signature scaled armor wasn't enough on its own the blazing phoenix emblem on the front of the ornate shield was a dead giveaway. "You're...you're a," I stuttered, unable to believe my own eyes as I reached down to touch the glistening shield. My fingers lightly grazed across the sleek metal, the cool contact freezing my scattering thoughts into place. "These belong to Varangian Guard."

"We have something for you. Something to make sure everyone knows exactly who they're dealing with." They set the cases down on the table. Silas clicked the latches and swung the lid open. My breath hitched. Resting in the foam was a suit of armor unlike anything I’d ever seen. It wasn't the dull silver of the guard or the black of the scouts. It was a deep, bruised crimson—the color of drying blood, polished to a mirror sheen. "It’s dark red," I whispered, reaching out to touch the cold metal of the breastplate.

As she followed Dante, Seraphina admired the muscles in his back. The intricate designs in his hair before the straight raven locks fell down his back. His warrior garb was on full display. The Heralds had a special armor that was a combination of elvish fae magic. They had cuffs on both wrists made by elvish crafters that had crystals and gemstones from Crystal Forest. These cuffs would project energy projected by their soul and enhanced by the gems. They essentially had soul armor specifically made for them, but there were always beasts and weaponry that could get through depending on their power and essence. She had seen the Hearlds in action, sparring with one another. They also had soul

"Just don't lose." He started walking back before I could respond, but his words echoed in my mind long into the night. Don't lose. As if it were that simple. *************** The d-day came finally with The third The sacred duel. I dressed in the ceremonial combat attire that had been provided…fitted leather armor dyed in the kingdom's deep blue, reinforced with subtle steel plates at vital points. The outfit was designed to offer protection without restricting movement, and it fit like a second skin. My hair was braided back tightly to keep it out of my face, and around my neck, I wore the necklace King Theron had given me. The moonstone at its center seemed to pulse with its own inner ligh

Ches cried shrilly as he leaped backwards, as his sword was knocked out of his hand and sent flying! Worse yet, there were countless hairline cracks appearing all over his Noble-grade armor! And with the devastating shockwave still bursting, the armor simply wasn't holding together. Crack… Clang! Then, with the sound of a breaking mirror, the armor shattered loudly! Everyone watching gasped in shock—did Caleb really just break a Noble-grade armor with brute force?! That's just terrifying! Was he even human?! Bang! At that moment, Caleb promptly pressed his advantage and leaped on top of Ches' chest while holding the Overlord high above his head.