Erza Fairy Tail Armor Novels & Stories

"Lighter than a whisper, stronger than a mountain's heart. It will protect you." I had never seen anything so beautiful. The armor seemed to drink the light, shimmering with a soft, internal luminescence. Bhaera's own armor was similar, though hers was accented with the deep blues of twilight. I took the proffered set, the metal cool and impossibly light in my hands. A real smile, bright and unforced, finally broke across my face. "I'll go get this on," I said. "We will see you soon, My Queen," she replied with a graceful dip of her head, before turning and flowing back towards the main encampment.

He can even fight this woman with all his might, even if it kills her! "Fat pig…" Ezra cursed under his breath. She also aimed that the fat pig would dodge her punch. So she was not surprised but repeatedly hit the fat bodyguard's belly. Her body is small, but each attack has severe damage. It accurately targets the weak points of his body. With that body, Erza could completely control her speed. Calf Kick!

They were traitors. Beside me, my incredibly sexy mate, Avril, moved gracefully, her chainmail blending with the shadows. The metal was shimmering with ethereal hues of blue and silver when light filtering through the canopy hit it. She said it was made from Phaikón Árgyron, which translated to Faerie Silver. A particular type of silver found only in the Fae Realm, magically manipulated into a flexible yet resilient form of armour. It was infused by silversmiths with Fae magic, offering both physical and magical protection.

"Go get your family!" The goblin thanked Vino in his gibberish tongue before scurrying away. "What is happening?" "We are officially at war! I will understand if you decided to retreat since the wand you're guarding is already gone." "We are family! We are in this together!" Queen Mother Fairy Nerida changed her gown to a silver war-like garb. Her legs were encased with leggings. Her small waist was pronounced with the short dress and wide skirt. On her arms were sheaths of knives. Her helmet was glittering with diamonds.

No ornate carvings adorned the plating—only sheer, overwhelming mass. Three hundred pounds of forged iron, layered with light-absorbing powder secretly applied by Dark Blood priests. He was a moving steel fortress. Ironwall dragged a spiked black giant hammer in both hands, its head scraping harshly against the stone ground. Eira emerged from the opposite passage. She wore no cloak today, only form-fitting black leather armor, a short dagger hanging at her waist. Her slender frame looked frail beside the colossal warrior, like a reed ready to snap at any moment.

On the day of departure, the entire clan gathered near the main gate of the valley, standing in solemn silence. They did not cheer, they simply watched quietly as Rayden walked past them. He no longer wore his ascetic robes. He now wore the Shadow Ice Armor, a lightweight yet incredibly sturdy bluish-black leather armor capable of absorbing light and blending into shadows. At his waist hung the Frozen Moon Blade, a long, slender sword forged from eternal ice, radiating a biting cold.

It looked new and it was tailored to my taste. “This is the finest armor I had made for you. Made with the finest steel and breathable. I know you don’t like restriction. I made Gilly imbue some magically properties in the armor. It will make you faster and more precise. It can deflect attacks easily and it will protest you from any form of harm.” He said.

These armors were the property of the Valdez family, seemingly referred to as the Mad Dragon Armor. From what Adrian had previously understood, the Mad Dragon Armor was incredibly precious. The Dragoria military had once spent five hundred billion gold, yet only managed to order five hundred sets. This meant that a single set of Mad Dragon Armor cost a staggering ten billion.

The purple-haired girl, donned in nano armor with thin plates covering various parts—a signature feature of the Airburst uniform—swiftly handcuffed the saboteur before holstering her AB Pistol at her waist. -Like paving the path for an uncertain tomorrow, where nobody knows exactly what to expect. Yet, amidst it all, there was one girl who persevered in her fight, never ceasing to imagine that her efforts would bring about something better than it had ever been before.-

The image that appeared before my eyes left me dumbfounded. On the large bed, Darian was lying on top of Erza. They were surprised when I suddenly opened the door, so they looked in my direction. Erza's face flushed red from embarrassment and shame like a girl caught by others cuddling with her lover. Erza wears a red two-piece silk dress that hugs her body. Her body is scorching; her curves are qualified. Darian's face was also red, and his eyes were dreamy. I don't know if his face was red because he was drunk or angry when I suddenly burst into the room.