Erza Scarlet Black Wing Armor Novels & Stories

His eyes lingered on my bloodied shirt. "I'm okay, really. I healed. I just want to get out of here." "Alright, hop on, let's go." A few more motorcycles pulled in behind us. Cole handed me his helmet. I swung my leg over. I traced the wings on his black leather jacket. I'd never gotten a chance to see them up close. It was an intricate embroider of a curvy woman with angel wings bent forward, blowing a kiss. Above it in scripted writing read "Ardor Brothers."

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.

No time, she hurtled to he feet. His head turned at the sound as he narrowed his scarlet red eyes and locked unto the figure that fled him. He ran as fast as lightening, as smooth as the wind, easily navigating around the trees, his cape flying wildly around him like bits of umbrella. He heard her call a name and under the split milk of the moon he saw her get off the ground, gone was the body hug, leather war suit she had worn, in its place was a white apparel which adorned her glowing skin and two mighty wings which were no longer hidden by the huge cloak. Scott grinned at evil grin, in two flaps she would be gone but the clustered trees prevented her from being able to open up her wings f

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

“You bitch! Don’t you embarrass me in this crowd. You think you could ignore me just because you have fair skin?!” “Let go of me!” Annabelle pulled her arm back but the grip was obviously stronger that hers. “You maniac!” “Hey! What’s this all about?” said the knight in shining armour in a camouflage. “Do you have issues with this child, Mister?” he added in a threatening voice. The man let her arm go when the soldier snatch the back of his collar making him choke. She winced in pain and felt her arm swollen by the rough grip. “N-no, Sir! We were just having a good time here.”

“Hold formation. No one shifts until I give the signal.” A young warrior beside her a she-wolf named Lira nodded. “Do you think they’ll come straight through?” “They will,” Aria said. “Zane’s arrogant. He wants a fight and a show.” As if summoned by her words, shadows spilled from the ravine entrance. Figures emerged wolves, armed soldiers in black and crimson armor, carrying the mark of Bloodfang. And in the center, dressed in obsidian leather, walked Zane. Aria’s former mate.

"We remember the woman who rocked us to sleep. The one whose voice they recorded." Sister Marguerite made the sign of the cross. "Blessed Mary, mother of God." Daniela snorted. "More like mother of monsters." Kara's wings snapped open in threat—then stilled when I raised a hand. To my shock, she obeyed the unspoken command. Lina, ever fearless, wriggled between us to stare at Kara's retractable wings. "Are those organic?" "Titanium filaments grafted to the scapulae," Kara said proudly. Then, softer: "It hurt."

She crossed her arms over her chest and stood glaring at him. She wanted to play it this way, did she? Fine. He dumped the clothes on the pallet and glared back. Removing his sage green Henly, he bared his broad, well-muscled chest and arms. He let her take in his clan's distinctive wolf tattoo covering his left shoulder. Runes of protection adorned his impressive torso, climbing up from the flat plains of his stomach to the slabs of hardened muscle covering his ribs. As he dropped the shirt to the ground, he saw the hint of her pink tongue come out to moisten her lips.

Noelle was here? Her opponent's ginger waves were contained by a ponytail. She donned her dusty, orange-tinged armor that had seen much blood; her dark wings were spread apart, challenging Noelle. She stood tall with her orange staff, so full of darkness that you could see the black mist steaming from her staff.

Remmy's POV "And you're sure what you're saying is accurate? Because if you're in any way mistaken—" "I know what I heard, Sarathiel!" My eldest sister, still swaddled in the light of her Grace and tethered to the Host, frowned at my gruffness. As an Archangel, Sarathiel's wings were that of a bird of prey, specifically, that of the Eurasian eagle-owl, dressed in bold russet stripes like layers in sandstone. She kept them pressed close to her shoulders, disguising them as a fantastical shawl around her wide shoulders. Her dreadlocks swayed in the wintery breeze, and she tucked an errant lock behind a pierced ear.