Erza Scarlet Black Wing Armor Novels & Stories

The sword given to me hung on my back, clear from view, until it was absolutely necessary. All of us, in our donned traditional armor, walked forward. My body is covered in black leather bindings. The corset-like vest sat low in the back for my wings to spread. They came out without me thinking, the deep black and the red embers dripped up the granite steps. “Looking badass, little nephew.” Ares looked me up and down. “Never thought I would see the day where you could control it,” I grunted in agreement.

His fuse blew up, instantly. “Screw this!” A Jet-Black Armor manifested around his body. He kicked the gate into smithereens jumped out of the vehicle. Other passengers who were busy contacting their families saw a black-armored man jumping out of the levitating vehicle. The interesting fact was the armored man did not fall to the ground. In fact, he dashed through the sky like a black meteorite. Creed did not understand if this was his luck or coincidence that he had received such a useful Soul-Armas just before the time of crisis. The moment he called Aves Wings, his back grew a pair of wings almost instantly. Its shape was almost like the wings of a dragon.

He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor. Lyra’s armor was a masterpiece, a combination of sleek silver and deep blue. The breastplate was etched with subtle wolf motifs, a nod to her Lycan heritage, and accented with shimmering gemstones that glowed faintly with protective enchantments. The design allowed for flexibility, ensuring that she could move with the grace and speed her wolf demanded.

That was when I noticed the tattoos. His back was adorned with an intricate design of large black wings, streaked with delicate gold traces that shimmered faintly in the low light. The wings spanned across his shoulders and down his back, a masterpiece that was both beautiful and intimidating. They exuded a silent warning, a "do not mess with me" aura that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite their commanding presence, I felt no fear. This was Alessandro. The man who had carried me, who had stood by me even when I pushed him away. He wasn’t a threat—he was my protector.

Egbert Ray stepped into view, his presence sending a wave of murmurs through the crowd. Egbert was a striking figure, his presence alone commanding attention. His tall, lean frame was clad in an elegant but practical combat uniform—a deep crimson with gold accents, the colours of Xeria. A long, ornate scabbard hung at his side, the hilt of the blade peeking out with intricate engravings. His jet-black hair was slicked back, giving him a refined yet intimidating appearance. His sharp, angular features carried a calm, almost serene expression, but his dark, piercing eyes gleamed with predatory focus.

it was a skintight armored bodysuit one of the newest designs worn by the host hunters, this one was designed for female angelic warriors, who were slim of frame and putting it on even with the armor plating, it still outlined every full curve of her body her breast thighs hips everything was on shameless display she looked indecently sexy in it when she shouldn't, there was nothing to be done about that she put on her armored combat boots and black leather duster coat she had customized it herself to carry her swords today would be the first time the host would seeing her angelic scimitar blades, the beautiful black and silver curved blades marked with angelic symbols that would activate un

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

“Let’s keep going.” The others followed in the steps of their leader. All of them wore a black outfit in their own styles, but there was one similarity to all of their clothes. They all bore a logo of two pairs black wings in an X formation with a white halo above it, showing their signature. The Black Angels Mercenaries.

Her speed increased, as she attacked and tried to get a scratch on me. Seeing this, I launched several strikes right in her stomach and her face, forcing Scarlet to her knees in pain. She coughed out blood and lifted her head, growling at me. She wasn’t ready to back down. “I will kill you. I’LL KILL YOU!” She roared, forcing her wings out from her back! Her hands glowed, emanating her red aura again. She screamed and tried to grab me when out of nowhere, a silver chain came around her neck, holding Scarlet back.

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop