Erza Fairy Tail Armor Novels & Stories

One of them was a sturdy, burly figure six feet tall; She was equipped with a plate armor that was in perfect condition, in the sections between plates it was possible to see a silver chainmail, from the back of her belt a chainmail half skirt extended. Falling from his men was an exquisite white cape with flame-like fiery red accents. The wasteland above his head had a design similar to a Barbuta helmet, on the sides of the helmet a pair of metallic wings similar to those of a bird of prey extended. In his hands was a prominent long sword which released dangerous red flames from its edge that possessed a magical glow. On the other hand, the figure that was next to the armored being, had a s

Looking at both outfits, it can be seen that the creator went out of his way to make those outfits look both functional and practical, but it doesn't change the fact that both are hugging the elf women in just the right places, making them both a meal for Kirou's eyes. Now, as bad as all of this sounds, that isn't the reason why the girls are so mad. If anything, they could have just removed the armor, cut ties with Kirou, and be done with it. No, the reason why both are practically livid and out for blood is the fact that both armor sets are rank armor, with three set effects. Combining such shameless outfits with such amazing stats forced the girls to be in a situation where they ha

From the jagged peaks of the Dragon’s Spine to the salt-crusted cliffs of the Iron Coast, the fires roared not with the orange glow of timber, but with the haunting violet-white flicker of Elara’s own essence. ​She stood on the edge of the pier, the wind whipping her silver hair into a frenzied halo. She wasn’t wearing the rags of a fugitive or the delicate silks of a puppet princess. She wore armor of hammered silver and boiled leather, and a heavy cloak of white wolf-fur that smelled of woodsmoke and ancient snow.

I stripped out of my unstructured linen lounge clothes, pulling the dark tactical shirt and trousers over my frame before locking the heavy chest plates into place with a series of sharp, mechanical clicks. When I turned around, the sight of Elara stole the breath straight from my throat. She had stepped into her tailored commander uniform, the reinforced carbon-fiber plates perfectly emphasizing the sleek, athletic contours of her body. Her vibrant red hair was woven back into a tight, severe warrior braid that hung flawless against her shoulder plates, leaving the pale skin of her neck completely bare. The thick, permanent crescent brand glowing hot beneath her collarbone throbbed with a s

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.

he simply threw to them, immediately diving inside. A slight twilight reigned in the tent, scattered by the faded light of a dozen candles. Slightly squinting, Allvin made out the outlines of an elegant chair with carved armrests and legs covered with a thick layer of gilding, a little to the side - a large oak table, on which dozens of documents, including scrolls with very rare spells, instruments for laboratory experiments, were simultaneously managed, jewelry and someone's clothes, thrown off as if in a hurry. A couple of fairies were kneeling in front of the chair. A young man with neat pointed ears, long blond curls streaming down his back to the very ground, was dressed in bright cere

Kita said, pointing with her head to the door leading outside. “The rain and wind will be freezing out there, you can’t be serious,” Ean scoffed, looking to the door, hearing the winds still loudly blowing outside, then looking back to Kita with a scowl. “I will be doing the same,” she replied, having already stripped off her leather armour pieces and outer clothing, revealing a tight black top that only just covered her breasts and black shorts that were barely large enough to cover her lower extremities, she had an entire body of lean defined muscle with corded muscles on her arms and legs showing a body that had endured many years of fighting and training.

Chapter 8 Zara did not panic. Panic was a luxury reserved for people who hadn't spent the last five years preparing for war. Instead, she ended the call with Priya, walked smoothly into her massive walk-in closet, and selected her armor. She chose a tailored, razor-sharp suit in deep charcoal, paired with a pair of terrifyingly high stilettos. She applied a coat of matte red lipstick with a steady, unshakeable hand. By the time her private driver pulled up to the Frost Industries building, the terrified, heartbroken twenty-two-year-old girl was locked securely in a box in the back of her mind. Only the CEO remained.

Elara whispered back. ​She tightened the grip on her obsidian shard. She had no armor. She had no army. She wore only a tattered servant’s tunic and the blood-stained cloak Kaelen had thrown over her. But as she stepped onto the main road leading to the gates, her footsteps didn't falter. With every step, the golden light in her eyes intensified until the snow beneath her feet began to melt from the sheer heat of her aura.

Erden grins and puts some more chocolate bars in the cart for me. That's why I like you, dude. After I got what I needed, I head towards the check-out counter, our cart pretty full. Erden and Eren joins me as they finish their little stroll all around the shop. My eyes widen a little as I register that Eren has a tiger mask on his face while Erden has a cat and lion one in his hands. "Look what I got momma!" Eren bursts excitedly and intertwines his arms around my feet.