Easton Black Magic Catchers Gear Novels & Stories

The box were opened, revealing a familiar black exclusive black gown and mask,with a long pairs of hand gloves. " He better never, take his attention from me...." . . . ( Hail storm!) A thick bloody chain like weapon reflecting electric like, appeared on my buister hands. My eyes in watch for any incoming, feet's shaking and breath heavily with droplets of sweat. Voom! " Ah..! Bang!" " Ah! Bang!" " Ahhh! Gong-gong- gong- gong-thud!" My tried body laying pathetic on who knows, what stinky liquid it's lay on.

“Don’t you ever learn?” I stare at the black leather jacket as if seeing it for the first time, and not as if I’ve had it for the past 10 years. Running down the right sleeve is a green M with the words ‘Monster Energy’, while the Reaper skull with wings decorates the other sleeve between smaller patches of different logos. On the back is a huge green number 13. I quickly fold it and stuff it into my bag. To burn later. Probably. But Kiara is wrong again. I did learn my lesson. The hard way.

The dream-fly sifted through it, opening and closing a few before sinking her claws carefully into a large silver one, and brought it over to Jester. Jester opened the box, and inside was something very black and luxuriously furry… He lifted it out of the box, and he realized he held in his hands a fur-lined cape. An intricate geometric design covered the back, embroidered in what he believed to be gold-spun thread. The clasp was leather of a dark grey, with a small diamond embedded into the metal. Before he could say anything, the dream-fly slid open the closet door and fluttered out carrying in her tiny, hooked claws a dark-grey suit and a white collared shirt.

Eldin gave an embroidered pouch, saying that it would come in handy when it was a matter of life or death. Skye gave him a zither sheet, asking it to be delivered to a certain someone who would in turn protect him for a while. Caleb flipped through it for a quick look to see that it was a tune named Phoenix Serenade. Sil gave him a black greatsword which looked really plain but was thick and sturdy. He recommended Caleb to wield it in case he couldn't use the Guardian.

One was pure white, the other was white and red with the red standing out the most and the last was black. "Spell catchers?" I asked. "Spell catchers are mystical plants that catch dark spells and turn them into pure energy, returning it to nature to purify and strengthen trees. They are white but with every spell they catch, they turn red. Once they catch enough, they turn black for two weeks and then grey, before blue and the energy is released." Leaf explained. "Then turn white again," Ann added. "I can only use the white one, it is the only pure one but, Leaf, I'm going to need your help,"

"Four deluxe cheese burgers, four fries, and two bottles of whiskey please!" "Are your friends always this excited?" Easton asked, sidling up to me. Today, he had dressed down from his ties and suits and had worn a plain black shirt and grey pants instead. I nodded in answer to his inquiry. "They almost always are. They're like my recharging stations," I added, shrugging. In a nearby mirror, I caught a reflection of myself — in a black and white striped shirt and black pants, a silver chain around my neck, my hair tousled and slicked back in lazy strokes. Dominic had insisted on matching with me, and was thus wearing a pair of black and white polka dots shirt with black plants. Harris was in

"If you run into demons, use your sun daggers without fear!" With the appearance of druids again, magic was back to Eastmoon. The presence of other supernaturals wouldn't shy away from the city. It would attract them like flies to rotten meat. Magic created the sun daggers owned by Eastmoon's Black Guards. It was only magic that could fight magic. *** Morning came. I sat on my throne as the captain of my Black Guards jostled Arianna Mayborne into my throneroom. She struggled against his hold, but the captain was an aged wolf of higher ranks. He possessed the strength of a giant, even stronger.

As Lars finished speaking, a shroud of ghost energy enveloped him. Suddenly, Chase's ears were filled with a hiss that sounded like a mix between a snake and a dragon. The ghost energy behind Lars coalesced, forming a three-meter-tall figure with the head of a dragon, the body of a turtle, and the tail of a serpent—an unmistakable image of the Black Turtle. Chase immediately recognized the form before him. To his surprise, it was real. The Basalt Armor was indeed in Eastern Ocean.

“The two of you obviously can’t get along so this isn’t going to work. Plus, Easton, we need to get going, time is running out.” Easton let out another growl towards Gabriel, before he took a step back from me, letting me know that he was done with this fight, but Gabriel obviously wasn’t as he says, “I owe you one for that.” Turning around, having enough of this, and owing him for what he did to me, I shot a bolt of my magic towards him, hitting him smack dead in the chest. Gabriel flew back a few feet from my blast, as his eyes looked at me with shock in them, but my eyes quickly moved from his, because a black mist began to seep from within his body, starting to surround him. His black w

I texted back, "I'll meet you there. Need to make a stop first." There was a client in that area, a contact who supplied me with black-market hunter gear. Silver rounds, blessed blades, vials of wolfsbane... all the necessary tools of the trade. The sun dipped low as I reached the back entrance of the nondescript shop. A dingy neon sign blinked overhead, but inside, the place was a treasure trove of death-dealing equipment. I changed quickly in the backroom. Black leather pants, a tight tactical vest over a long-sleeved thermal, and steel-toed boots.