Erza Scarlet Armors Novels & Stories

Then she caught sight of him. A man with his back against a heap of broken stone, slouched on the ground. His face was pale and stretched with anguish, his clothing were ripped, and his shirt was stained with blood. Zara halted for a second as the silver of his armour glinted dimly under the mud. The once-proud, now-tarnished symbol was worn by the Empire's soldiers. Her stomach twisted at the thought of them, but she forced the emotion aside. She needed to be realistic. had to make it through.

CRIMSON STILL 3 1/2 MONTHS EARLIER Tomorrow, we leave for Riocht and as I look around at our warriors packing up trucks with weapons and other equipment, a forlorn feeling creeps in knowing that not every soldier will come back with us. Gillian and a few other mates and wives are handing out special uniforms that Alpha Lamia had commissioned. We were sent four hundred of the metallic materialled outfits. They were lightweight and the fabric acted as a shield for our bodies, and they stretched and rolled when we shifted. Tawny and Mason had given us a demonstration of their uses. And although they couldn’t prevent a sword or arrow from piercing us, they did deflect teeth and claws from sinkin

Not to mention, the fact that she was a Rank 6 Evolved One made her look even more like a doll. Rayne let out a smile when Lucas touched her head. Scarlet, the beauty of the Apocalyptic Legion, was wearing a long, red, fiery dress; her hair was at waist-length. At that moment, the blazing sunlight could be seen shining on her gorgeous face. It was unknown whether it was the sunlight that lightened up Scarlet or the other way round. The sense of horror within Joanna lessened when she saw Rayne's sweet smile. "Senior, where are we headed now?" asked Joanna.

Standing in the doorway, bathed in harsh light, I couldn't look away from the betrayal unfolding in front of me. Leila pulled away, her eyes meeting mine with a calculating stare that sent shivers down my spine. There was no hint of remorse in her expression, as if she were wearing a mask of deception that had finally slipped away, revealing her true nature as a master of lies. Trembling, my hand pointed accusingly, but I couldn't find my voice to verbalize the question that hung in the air. Jason, on the other hand, recoiled in a dramatic show of surprise, a facade of innocence painted across his face like a cruel parody.

You two ride at the fore. Raven read the words. Nodded once—small, steady. She felt the cold place inside her rise like a tide, eager, ready. Victoria’s hand found hers under the table; fingers laced tight. They suited up in the armory—Valrosian battle armor fitted perfectly now: blackened steel plates over dark leather, obsidian scale at shoulders and chest, crimson cloaks edged with protective runes. Raven’s midnight-blue dress stayed folded in their room; today was for war, not silk.

"It should be strapped on to her inner thigh!" Rex paused for a moment. And then his gaze fell on Yael’s lower body. Her garments were made of silk material cloth like Zaylee’s though the color was different, Yael’s drees wad black in color. As his gaze travelled along her body, he felt his face heat up. Her upper body was covered in a golden armor that traced finely on her upper curve and left the upper portion of her chest bare. However, he did not doubt that though it looked light and draping, the armor would be able to withstand the hits of arrows and blades alike.

Serena's POV Dad's brow furrowed. "You'd rather go back to eating scraps than take fifty grand a month?" Donald didn't bother hiding his disgust at my scarred face. "I'm not qualified to protect Miss Ferrari, sir." I sighed. Ever since I got these scars at ten trying to save Bianca, this face had been nothing but a source of revulsion for everyone. Maybe that's why Edward treated me like garbage in our past life too. "Donald! You can't abandon my sister!" Bianca frantically grabbed his arm, trying to pull him to his feet.

I stripped out of my rumpled formal uniform, pulling the dark tactical shirt and structured pants over my frame before locking the heavy chest plates into place with a series of sharp, mechanical clicks. When I turned around, my breath caught in my throat. Elara had stepped out of her emerald gown, letting the rich fabric pool on the floor like water. She had pulled the dark tactical uniform over her slim frame, the tailored Kevlar plates emphasizing the dangerous, athletic contours of her body. Her vibrant red hair was pulled back into a high, fierce warrior braid, exposing the unblemished skin of her neck and the dark, permanent crescent brand glowing hot against her collarbone.

Their hot breath billowed into white clouds in the cold air, kicking up a choking cloud of dust. The lead wagon rumbled to a halt. Bruno jumped down from the driver’s seat, dressed in a crisp Black Rock military uniform. He didn’t look at Eira. He marched straight to the side of the wagon and ripped back the thick waterproof tarp. Blinding metal glint dazzled every eye. Stacked neatly inside were dozens of custom-forged Black Rock steel light armors, their surfaces glowing faintly with defensive runes. Beside them lay bundles of unopened rune-engraved longswords, their hilts wrapped in sweat-absorbent leather.

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.