Novel & Cerita Erza Scarlet Black Wing Armor

🌹🌹 The Beginning (Part 24) 🌹🌹 ❤️❤️His Punishment ❤️❤️ Paul’s chin-length black hair with a single white stripe running through it had it slicked back over his head. The Archangel’s eyes were liquid silver, swirling and emotionless. Paul had sharp, chiseled features and a labaster skin. Paul emerged from the portal in all his magnificent, deadly glory, the portal closes behind him. He was wearing black steel armor from head to toe with silver. His black wings were out stretched behind him impressively. A large broad sword was strapped to his side.

The sky, once empty, was now filled with distorted shapes cutting through the clouds. Winged creatures — but none were ordinary birds. Some had leather wings, others silver feathers, but none looked natural. One looked like a grotesque cross between a raven and a panther. Another had the head of a wolf and a body covered in scales, its eyes glowing an unhealthy blue. All of them had someone riding on their backs. Warriors. Black armor, spears in hand. Heading their way. Aurora took a step back, but the sounds of hooves and paws behind her made her turn around.

my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional storm that raged within. *** Alone in the confined space of my car, the weight of betrayal settled upon my shoulders. Tears, held back for what felt like an eternity, finally broke free, demanding acknowledgment. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, knuckles strained against the grip, unable to contain the flood of emotions overwhelming me.

I have a blue cape that reaches my knees, and long armored white boots that cover above my knees. Val wears almost the same design as mine, but her armored color combines red, black and yellow. Her cape is red, and her armor was black and yellow. “This is our battle attire, Azrael. Stop gawking at Alice's cleavage. Tsk.” Val said while smirking, and Azrael’s face turned beet red that made us laugh. Azrael is wearing a black armor attire which has a hidden weapon he could use in case of emergency. He requested that on the bladesmith and crafter.

he said and handed me a file. “Okay. Track down Diamond next.” I said as I went through the file. “Boss, your weapons and armor are ready. Black painted Desert Eagles with black bullets. Black spandex and mask made from mithril ore. Your sword were also infused with adamantium and mithril ore making it extremely durable even against M60 machine guns. We have carefully collected 10 black roses. Everything is ready for your departure.” Starlet said. He acts my right hand man and he commands respect in the KWE organization.

I sighed but my mother’s face told me, no matter what I said, I was not going to win, so I decided to grab the bracelet, a shawl from the hook by the door, and walked out. **** Most werewolves—women werewolves—who in Astoria wore gowns, would find it a deterrent to climb up piles but I have no shame. We have acres of land to ourselves. All ladies. So I hiked my skirt up to my thigh and began my climb up.

Two-centimeter-long claws were attached to each of its fingers. "You think you can kill me with that strange outfit?" Narakashura released both wings. She spread a fire blanket over her legs and arms. Her chest was also covered by a suit of armor made of fire. "If we can't kill you with these clothes, then all we need to do is kill you by ripping out that haughty tongue of yours first." Black Tiger nodded slowly.

But aside from all that, the most magnificent thing is the huge wings that spread behind him, filling the entire hall, and they’re not even at their fullest. The black bone that forms the structure shimmers like the darkest of nights, ribbing along the wing. The membrane is like a deep thick leather, with a velvety look. It is black but shimmers green, and the highest arch of the wing is rimmed with scales that only add beauty to the gorgeous wings before me. He pulls away from me, almost looking… defeated, and that terrifies me. I have never seen Agnarr look as destroyed as he does at this moment. There’s something in his eyes that looks… almost broken.

Deleting the recording, I start again. Once I'm sure everything is set, I go upstairs to get dressed. I pick a black pair of pants, a matching shirt and boots. Then put on my favorite, also a black trench coat. Not only can it conceal several weapons, but it's lined with bulletproof material. I found a talented tailor off the dark web who asked for an insanely large amount of money to make it but it was worth every penny. When I'm ready, I head downstairs. Halfway to the door, I get a call from an unknown number.

A big colorful polygon with 11 sides formed underneath them and rune letters came out, moving slowly on the mid-air. Now, it’s my turn to do my part. I looked above as I fully spread my black wings. I flapped them and then a strong gust of black wind destroyed all things near me. Without any hesitation, I flew towards Caria and faced her boldly. A heavy black armor slowly covered my whole body. Afterwards, I conjured my celestial weapon and transformed it into mighty black sword instilled with cursed divine energies. “Our last match was a draw. Let’s settle the score now,” I told her. She creased her forehead and after a few moments, she just laughed at me. What’s funny? She is annoying as e