Erza Seduction Armour Novels & Stories

He did not want to further press her or else, it would make her raise her guard and once that happens, it would be hard to monitor her in the future. After a while, Emery came out fully clad in a silver-colored armor with intricate etchings and designs that gave it a sense of elegance and beauty. The breastplate was a perfect fit on her chest, with ridges and curves that follow the contours of her body. Anyone who would look at her would surely want to gaze upon her charismatic aura… At least, that was what the prince thought. On the left part of her breastplate was the phoenix emblem of the empire that seemed to still burn in glory.

Elara whispered back. ​She tightened the grip on her obsidian shard. She had no armor. She had no army. She wore only a tattered servant’s tunic and the blood-stained cloak Kaelen had thrown over her. But as she stepped onto the main road leading to the gates, her footsteps didn't falter. With every step, the golden light in her eyes intensified until the snow beneath her feet began to melt from the sheer heat of her aura.

No ornate carvings adorned the plating—only sheer, overwhelming mass. Three hundred pounds of forged iron, layered with light-absorbing powder secretly applied by Dark Blood priests. He was a moving steel fortress. Ironwall dragged a spiked black giant hammer in both hands, its head scraping harshly against the stone ground. Eira emerged from the opposite passage. She wore no cloak today, only form-fitting black leather armor, a short dagger hanging at her waist. Her slender frame looked frail beside the colossal warrior, like a reed ready to snap at any moment.

This was battle armour disguised as a formal dress. The dress was black leather that hugged my frame like another skin, reinforced with silver panels that would redirect blades. The neckline was modest, but the back plunged low, revealing the scars I had spent years hiding. Silver thread embroidered Shadowborn symbols along the edge — ancient protection runes that I somehow recognised despite never having learned them. " Where did you get this?" I asked, touching the soft leather.

The dress they bring me is armor disguised as silk. Deep crimson, the color of blood and power, with a high collar and long sleeves that hide the scars covering my arms. It clings to my new body, emphasizing the strength I’ve built rather than trying to hide it. I look dangerous. Good. Two servants help me with my hair, pulling it back into an elaborate style that showcases my face rather than hiding it. They apply cosmetics with trembling hands, clearly terrified of making a mistake.

She grunted, staggering all over the place then she kneeled as her hands touched the sandy floor, Flavius wanted to move to her but was stopped by Matthan. Who knows the dangers that might occur, if it goes out of hand. Herminia bit her lips together as she withstood the pain induced by the Red-blooded armor. Every Humanes watches how the Red-blooded armor took a new shape on Herminia, fitting her completely in a more sublime look. A long red, narrow-stripped material serving as a cape appeared behind her while she kneeled. The metal helmet on her head shaped into a crest-topped interweaved plume of long brown hair.

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.

Just at that moment, my phone screen lit up with a video message from an anonymous number. Samara was featured in the video, wearing a beautiful wedding dress and smiling widely before the mirror. Meanwhile, Vernon was bent over next to her, patiently puffing out the train behind her and rearranging them nicely. Vernon, the cold, aloof, calculated mafia boss who could make anyone in the underground organization or the business industry shake in their shoes, was now behaving so gently and lovingly with Samara like he was a prince from a fairytale. "The groom is such a genius! He actually designed the wedding dress all by himself, and the design is even more stunning than anything our own desi

There was only one thing on his mind right now and that was to see what kind of people were brave enough to face him head-on like that. Kneeling down beside the corpse, Alexander quickly turns it around, intrigued why the body was slumped in an odd way on the ground. He frowned the moment he noticed the shape of the warriors' armor and how thin and light it was. Still quite curious, he takes out his knife, stabbing the cloth on carcass only to be deflected by its smooth shiny white silk. “ Aselaysian armor is enchanted my lord, though they look like simple clothing they are as hard as steel. Allowing their warriors to move much more freely,” lord Aizenberg explains noticing the prince's inte

* Cerberus * The sun never truly rose in the borderlands between our domains, it bled through the mist like a wounded thing, casting red light over a valley steeped in ancient hate. We marched before the light crested, the wolves moving in tight phalanx through stone and root, their eyes glowing with anticipation. I walked to the center, Princess Zeina beside me, her bare feet now wrapped in hide, her shift replaced by obsidian-threaded armor that clung like second skin. A crown of woven silverbone rested lightly on her brow, not ceremonial, but war-wrought. She had claimed it herself.