Easton Black Magic Catchers Gear Novels & Stories

He had a homely face that you could easily forget and was clad in black from his neck down to his feet; from his long black coat over a black turtle neck shirt, slacks, and black gloves made of suede. "Oh, not the freak too..." groaned Lance. The guy, had slicked back black hair and wore big round spectacles. He looked at the charms, took out a white slate and a pen and started writing. "What is he doing?" Dorin asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. Seb stopped writing and showed him the slate, [1st class charms and wards, also, a strong hiding spell] he wrote, pointing at a transparent band on his right arm made of a sort of liquid metal.

They were just a pawn that the true mastermind had pushed to the forefront! Before killing Ephraim, the dark shadow in that pitch-black statue was very likely to have come from the Holy Grandia! "Mom, if I'm not mistaken, not all of the four sacred articles are in the East Land." Isabella nodded and said, "That's right. The East Land, which is where Dramon is, holds the Celestial Prince as well as the Sacred Armor. "The West has the Drakecloud Boots. In the south, Solhara has the Divum Crown."

The waist is so comfortable, and the overall feel is light. Just as I finished putting on my makeup and looked at my face in the mirror, the bell rang again. I quickly walked out and opened the door, finding Easton standing with his face so masculine. He stood with black shoes and a charming black suit. I could see that what he was wearing looked like a matching outfit with my dress. There was a motif made with exclusive embroidery on the collar that matched my dress's neckline. And look at how Easton's hair is neatly styled to reveal his clean forehead. The scent of the mixture of his perfume and pheromones is a blend that makes me unconsciously keep staring at him.

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Then I spotted movement. Soft steps. Careful. Just ahead. A small shape, white and brown, slipping through a narrow gap in the rocks. A deer. A deer? Before I could process the shock of seeing it in a cave, Easton’s voice echoed sharply from behind me. “Catch it. Alive.” I turned to him. “With what? My bare hands?” His eyes met mine, steady and unflinching. “Take off the necklace.” My stomach dropped. “Easton—”

Their backs were equipped with perilous weapons: two silver firearms for Jace and a black stout sword for Kaizer. "Mister! You look so freezing cold! Try this blue potion I personally made, it will warm you...." "This city is popular for my invisible ink..." "Buy one and you'll take three of my dunking balls..." “If you don’t want to be a goblin’s supper, try this charm…”

A few seconds later the men appear from the cell. Easton has a silver collar around his neck, and Jericho is leading him from the cell like a dog on a leash. “Do you want to do it?” Jericho asks me. “I said you could.” “You are a monster,” Maggie shrieks and goes straight for Jericho. I grab her by the back of the shirt and pull her back. “No, Magnolia," I say softly. “The only monster here is Easton.” I turn to my mate. “Yes. I’ll do it.”

And for the first time since my capture, I feel a semblance of myself return. I take a deep breath. It’s time. I can’t afford to linger here, lost in the past. The weapons locker catches my attention, hidden in the corner. I know I’ll need them. The stash of Men-in-Black technology. Exotic weapons, guns that fire more than just bullets, armor that bends light around the wearer, gadgets that I don’t even fully understand. I suit up quickly, the weight of the gear familiar and reassuring. It’s the last piece of the puzzle. The final step before I face whatever’s waiting for me next.

Equipment: Camouflage Fur Coat Equipment Level: 10 Equipment Type: Prototype (Unranked) Equipment Description: This coat is a prototype made by Tailor Sam during his youth that doesn't grant its wearer any defensive stats. Instead, the wearer will be able to use the skill , allowing for him or her to blend into their surroundings.

"Shut up, Ethan. You can go home if you want to. I'll stay here and stare at this place overnight if that's what it takes" The three of them continued to stare at the cathedral, their eyes willing it to open up and reveal its secrets. They were dressed in black wool turtlenecks with matching black leather pants and superhero-style weapons belts filled with everything from Celestial Bronze swords to throwing blades; standard fighting gear for Hunters.