Elden Ring Bloody Wolf Armor Novels & Stories

"I may be more familiar with Ms. Layla than you think." As he spoke, he took a flat wooden box from the inner pocket of his suit. It was made of redwood, polished to a shine, and had a clasp in a pure gold wolf-head design. Soren opened the lid, revealing an arm cuff. The wolf-bone arm cuff of the Northwolf pack was pure white, and its surface was carved with runes in the ancient wolf tongue. Under the sunlight, it gave off a faint silvery luster. My heart suddenly skipped a beat. I had seen that arm cuff once in my previous life.

He and Eleanor kept chatting with other werewolves, as if I was just one of the servants. Then it came to the part where everyone presented gifts to pay tribute to the Alpha. Dylan received many valuable gifts. What I had prepared was a battle bracelet made of pigeon blood red crystals. Such a battle bracelet would enhance the owner's defensive abilities during battles, and I had started searching for it half a year ago. A guest said, “There were very few pigeon blood red crystals like this in the world. It would cost more than a million!” “It must have been bought at an auction, only something this worthy can be used as a gift for our Alpha.”

Resting on a bed of blood-red velvet was a ring. It wasn't a diamond or a typical piece of jewelry you’d find at the mall. It was made of heavy, pure gold that caught the dim hallway light. She picked it up, feeling the surprising weight of it in her palm. As she examined it more closely, she saw the detail. Engraved into the face of the gold was a wolf’s head. It was skillful and sharp, the lines so fine she could see the suggestion of fur and the ferocity in the eyes. It looked ancient and modern all at once.

The armor had a shiny appearance. Interestingly, the armor was actually dense black in color, but it was drenched with the blood of the tungsten beetles nearby. For the color of the entire armor to change from black to maroon, it was impossible to guess just how many beasts this man had hunted.

Elara pulled three bolts from the shelf and laid them across the table, a deep green with gold threads woven through that only showed when the light hit them, a white as pure and clean as snow on a mountain, and a dark blue so deep it was almost black with silver threads running through it like moonlight on water. "Green and gold for the forest and the wolf," Elara said, touching the first. "White for purity and new beginnings." She touched the second. "And blue and silver for the moon and the bond." I reached out and touched the green fabric and the gold threads caught the light from the window and shifted under my fingers. The green was the exact shade of the pines around Blackthorn and th

We barely had time to react before a dozen wolves burst from the tree line—armed, snarling, wearing armor with red crests and black chains. Not Nyx’s guard. Not Veyrix’s. Another pack. One I’d only heard about in whispers. The Gravemourn. The lead wolf stepped forward, towering, scarred, his silver eyes like smoke over steel. “Elara,” he said, voice rough like it had been carved from stone. “How do you know my name?” I croaked. “Because the price on your head just doubled.” And then he raised a hand— And everything went black.

ELORA I stared at my reflection in the mirror. These were clothes tailor-made for me from the richest fabrics in all of Stormrider. Yet, it felt completely out of place. I felt out of place. My new warrior attire was rich and properly fitted to make me look…simply amazing. It was a dark steel-blue tunic, fastened at the waist with a silver embroidered belt shaped like wolves’ fangs, high leather boots hugging my calves, and a cloak the color of moonless skies.

“Then we go together.” The hours crawled after that. Elaria bathed slowly, washing away the sweat but not the touch that lingered like a brand. She dressed with care, pulling on the gown she had chosen for this day—dark, edged in silver, the colors of shadow and moonlight. A gown that would remind them she was no weak slip of a wolf, no soft ornament at her mate’s side, but a Luna who had survived storms and bloodlines alike. Draven dressed too, donning the ceremonial armor polished for council appearances, his wolf-head clasp gleaming like a challenge. He fastened his cloak last, then crossed to her, tying the silver chain at her throat with his own hands.

"W-What do y-you mean? I-It's plate armor j-just like the o-others!" Ah yes now that Else gave him another once over, he did indeed have 'plate armor' strapped over his robe... A cast Iron plate was strapped over his chest with what she could only assume was supposed to be The Black Guards crest engraved with magic... 'I think that's what it's supposed to be?' She thought to herself turning her head to the side. It looked like a drawing a first grader did by hand using some purple crayon. 'I'm assuming it's a wolf, but it looks more like a drooling cockeyed rabbit?' It really did look like a drugged out rabbit pushing through an overdose after running on crystal meth for two days straight.

After being regaled by the new merchandise, Theo purchased an Elvish hybrid armor, which enchanted his clothes to stay intact when shifting and the armor morphed it's shape whether he was in human form, wolf or lycan or celestial form or hybrid forms. The armor was crafted by blacksmiths in The Great Willow Tree and made from metal mined by dwarfs in the Silver Star Mountains. There were enchanted gems and crystals from the Crystalline Forest that cloaked the wearer from view and projected out a shield of energy. The shield lasted as long as the wearer’s mental endurance could hold out. For lycan warriors, it would be a piece of cake. Before he departed, Theo was quickly persuaded to put the