Erza Scarlet Black Wing Armor Novels & Stories

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.

With a series of sharp, mechanical clicks, the reinforced chest plates split apart, and I gently lifted the heavy armor off her shoulders, setting the gear onto the dark timber staging bench. Elara turned around in my arms, a slow, beautifully dangerous smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as her blue eyes caught the dim twilight. The intense, blinding ring of violet around her pupils had fully receded, but the absolute, unyielding confidence burning behind her ribs remained entirely permanent.

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 know you are angry,but you need to push your feelings aside and stand firm,get together with your family,you know how powerful they are and our wedding Lisa,go see your parents” He said the last sentence firmly,he straightened his outfit and walked out. Scar stepped out dressed in a red jump suit wide flared tips,a brim hat that covered her face with dark glasses,with gold earrings and a gold necklace that sat round her neck, her red Six inches high heels clicking as she walked, a black handbag on her left hand framed with gold at the edges. The guards bowed as she walked past towards the SUVs parked with guards. Marcus stepped forward, opening the back door to the one parked in the middl

"Dad! The armor is at 15%! I can't hold them off much longer!" ​Eksaktong sa sandaling iyon, isang itim na Lamborghini ang lumipad mula sa isang rampa ng tulay at humarang sa gitna ng mga kalaban. Bumukas ang pinto at lumabas si Xander Black, hawak ang isang assault rifle sa bawat kamay. Kasunod niya ang tatlong helicopter ng Hohenberg Royal Guard na bumababa mula sa langit.

Isaak finished it with a brutal snap of its throat. We pushed through the chaos until we reached the center of the western grounds. And that’s when I saw it, the banner flying behind the enemy lines. Black cloth. A silver crescent moon. Red slash marks. My blood turned to ice. The Nightscar Legion. A rogue army whispered about in borders and abandoned towns. Ruthless, trained and organized in their techniques. And supposedly led by– A tall, massive shadow stepped through the smoke, cloaked in black armor, dark aura rolling off him like winter frost. He lifted his mask, revealing a face I hadn’t seen in seven years.

Varniant type turn backward and launch silver thorns to another Turret. “Turret 1 is damaged! No more Rail-Turrets can be used!” “Damn it!” the commander getting angry because of this situation. The remaining Choppers trying to shoot down Varniant type. “Why isn’t this working?! We already rain it with bullets!” said the pilot. Varniant’s skin has been changed to silver and hardening the skin again, Choppers dealt no damage. “Damn it!” Varniant type stand up with the back feet and expand the wings then flap it to release silver projectile from the wings.

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.

She hit the ground hard, her shoulder tearing open on jagged rock. The pain barely registered. She forced herself up, coughing blood, eyes searching desperately through the choking haze. “Adrien!” Her voice cracked. The smoke swallowed it, mocking her desperation. She stumbled forward, flames licking around her hands for light. A silhouette emerged through the dust. Her chest lurched with hope, until the wings unfurled. Azeron. He stepped from the ruin, his armor cracked but still gleaming, storm-light burning in the fissures. His face was cut, blood running down his cheek, but his eyes glowed with unfathomable rage.

he hissed in Binge’s ear, “because I’m going to indulge my gluttony to the fullest!” Meanwhile, in a darker corner of Corpsehaven… A battered metal door was ripped off its hinges and flung inward, crashing across the floor. Starving survivors, their cheeks sunken and eyes hollow, scattered to avoid the flying debris. They clung to each other—bodies trembling under the weight of trauma that no one should ever endure. Through the open doorway stepped a group of silent figures clad in sleek black armor, each plate designed for aerodynamic efficiency, every inch infused with glowing core lines that shimmered faintly along the seams. A rare luxury, even for the privileged.