Novel & Cerita Erza Scarlet Armors

She was taken into Lara’s room, which was a masterpiece of construction. “Shall I help you get dressed?” asked Mrs. Rolex. "No, Mammy, I will dress myself up. Thanks.” Replied Ella. Ella knew how to get dressed for a battle, as her father was in the army. She was surprised to find that the werewolves wore the same camouflaged uniform as humans during the war. She wore light-weight body armor that she found in the dressing room, which would protect against bullets, and a soft vest of lightly woven laminated fiber to provide protection against handgun rounds, followed by the camouflaged uniform. Finally, she wore a helmet to protect her head.

Her brain felt like it was boiling inside her skull. Scarlet gasped, choking, saliva thick in her mouth. Her eyes snapped open anthey were red. Not just glowing. Red like spilled blood. The guards froze, instinctively stepping back, their hands trembling around the rods. Even Helena shut up. Even Liora’s breath caught. Because Scarlet didn’t look like prey anymore. She looked like something that belonged in nightmares. Her body shook as veins rose along her fists and forearms, dark and thick, pulsing like living wires. Her claws extended farther, longer, sharper, like her bones were trying to become weapons.

With a snarl of defiance, he grabbed Elara's left arm using his body to act as a human wire. "Use the scar!" the pressman wheezed, his eyes rolling back as his features began to dissolve into printed text. "The scar is the line they couldn't edit! Let the ink bleed into the gears!" Elara looked down at her palm. The long scar from the server core was pulsing with a heat that was blistering her wrist. She did not try to pull from the pain. With a cry, she twisted her wrist violently, driving her open scar directly against the sharp teeth of the iron keys gear-head.

Valeria “Can you move?” Grimm asks. “Barely.” I squirm in the middle of the line, trying to unstick the leather clothes from my skin. The Firing Armada’s uniform—padded black leather pants and a long‑sleeved shirt made for those of us who don’t shift. Meant to blunt incoming damage. My hair is pulled into a slick bun, everything forced into place. “My balls can’t breathe,” Grimm whispers, tugging at the leather around his crotch.

Bidding her friends, she walked out and reach the main gate where Scarlet was leaning against the SUV car, with her hand scrolling the cell phone. Donned in tight fitted black jeans pant and black shirt hugging her curves. Her shades, hiding wherever, she was looking keenly. It’s a facade to distract enemy. Actually, her black aviator shade has laser power and can easily scan if anyone carrying any harmful weapons. Even a pocket knife gets detected under those glasses. “Is he back?” Once reaching near Scarlet, Ana asked. Scarlet didn’t reply instantly instead opened the door of the car and Ana slides inside. “Not, yet.” She answered closing the door after sitting beside Ana.

Zach coughed while touching his neck, which was red and bruised from Azar's grip. “Scarlet, stop doing pointless things. Red Magic Tower needs you. There are still many lives that are struggling to live! Save them! This is an order!” Azar snapped at Scarlet. Scarlet nodded weakly. “I obeyed your orders, vice-leader. Let me take care of Merlot's body," said Scarlet as she carried Merlot's body on the flying stretcher she had brought. She and his team then walked away. Azar stood up, then stretched out his hand to help Prince Zach up.

Their sizes varied from 7 to 10 meters. Living Armors became Living Armor Soldiers after the miasma, and then after being named they became Living Armor Knights, all of them also gained some special magic weapon that they were able to generate, they became swifter at using all kinds of weapon techniques and gained greater cooperation with one another, the leader of the living armors became a Living Armor General, growing as tall as 4 meters, with an intimidating black armor design. All of them were qualified as S-Rank, while the General was SS-Rank.

It was impenetrable. In the master suite of the bunker, Zara stood in front of a full-length mirror. She wasn't wearing her usual corporate blazers. She was wearing a gown designed for a shadow-cartel masquerade. It was a masterpiece of midnight-black velvet, clinging perfectly to her curves, with a plunging neckline and a dramatic slit up the thigh. Hidden seamlessly within the lining of the velvet was a layer of carbon-nanotube armor, capable of stopping a high-caliber bullet.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

- said the angel on the right, named Orphamiel. - Exactly, you must have been curious yourself, otherwise you would have resisted more.- added Razael, standing on the left. - Okay, take it easy guys.- Rathanael turned gently to them. - There's no point in arguing, since you're already here anyway.- Saraqael said, looking at those three like a mother on her mischievous children.- Please, be more serious, you belong to the Scarlet Roses after all. You're good at your job, but sometimes you act like children.- she sighed, then turned her head to Esther.- Meet your colleagues, they're Orphamiel, Anahel and Razael.- Saraqael introduced them, pointing from right to left.- Their main task is to bri