Erza Seduction Armour Novels & Stories

Firm hands grabbed me by the arms and lifted me to my feet. Feminine hands with red nail varnish. The hands encircled my biceps and remained tightly clasped. I really had to start working out. The six female warriors towered over me. I’m not the tallest of people, but I’ve always consoled myself with at least being above average height for a woman. Not today. They were dressed in very form-fitting leather armour with shiny metal plates covering their neck and shoulders, elbows and forearms, knees and shins. Thighs were completely exposed for some reason. Seemed like an odd design choice.

She whispered to herself as she cleaned her plate. After eating, she headed straight to the armory and wasted no time suiting up. Though the attendants insisted they did so, citing protocol. She opted to do it herself. It was one of the few martial traditions she enjoyed maintaining. Setting her armor on the ground before her, she knelt in front of them as she placed the equipment in sequence. First the bracers, built of light plate and stiff leather. She strapped them to her arms, checking the integrity of the shield runes as she tightened them. Next were the greaves, full metal plate that could survive a heavy caliber bolts. Best to stay vigilant, since Battle Mages were prime targets. Las

AMBERT WOULDN’T DENY that Sadie’s eyes were the most seductive eyes he had seen and for a moment there, he felt lost and confused while staring at them. And she really was beautiful. She was even prettier in the flesh than in the photo. And she was tall, too, probably shorter by just an inch or two to Nadia. Brian stood up like a good soldier upon seeing his commander, kissed Nadia on the cheek, and sat beside him while Nadia and Sadie sat across from them. It felt like the place just became a garden and two beautiful flowers just sprouted from the two chairs in front of Ambert and Brian. Sadie was holding her cell phone but not looking at it. Both were dressed casually. Nadia wore a pink ho

She found a white one with a small bow at the left side of the waist and a semi-sweetheart detail with a thigh-high slit. “Excuse me, can I get that dress?” Arya asked a sales assistant that was close by and pointed at the dress. The sales assistant who Arya knew as Debby due to her name tag, rolled her eyes silently before turning to face Arya with an obvious fake smile. “I'm sorry but the dresses placed on the display aren't for sale, you'd have to pick another one,” Debby said briefly. “Why? Is there something wrong with the dress?” Arya’s previously happy air plunged into darkness when she heard the news.

"You think poison improved my personality?" "A little, but you are so dramatic." I laughed before I could stop myself. "I learned from you." Heat immediately surged into my cheeks. Why did everything sound sensual whenever he said it? He walked toward the center of the room, where his armor reflected the firelight. Unlike battlefield armor, tonight’s attire was ceremonial, elegant, but heavy. I learnt the armor was layered with engraved lunar steel, reinforced with energy fibers woven beneath ancient runes. It was impossible to remove alone. He turned around. "Gina."

Everybody ETA on the hour, we move before dawn to keep the element of surprise. Drawing on my bullet proof vest I feel it mould to my body. This is magically engineered armour designed to protect each species in its own way. Of course we are all different shapes so a generic piece was made and infused with magic to give it the ability to fit anything from a tiny fox to a huge ten foot bear. Then the assault begins as small explosions are set off to draw out the guards surroundingthe two labs, I don't know which one Dakota is in because no matter how hard I have tried to speak to her through our mate bond Ihaven't been able to make contact.

Natalia said. She turned her gaze to Kael. The commander was kneeling on the cracked cobblestones, his massive frame shivering as his body finalized its terrifying transformation. The obsidian crystalline armor had hardened into a sleek, impenetrable plate that covered the entire left half of his chest, shoulder, and arm, glowing with a deep, volcanic crimson vein structure. His left hand was a cluster of razor-sharp scythe-claws, each vibrating with a high-frequency hum that melted the stone beneath his palm. His right eye remained human—sharp, amber, and fixed on his Queen with an absolute, terrifying devotion.

They look like trained assassins, completely different from the thugs in the alley. “Disarm them,” Mark commands. Within seconds, the armed men in the tavern tremble in fear, dropping their weapons in absolute surrender. Mark slowly releases his grip on the man. “You are just a messenger, but you chose to rain terror on weak men. That, I cannot forgive. Break his fingers.” “No, no, please!” the man pleads. But the trained men move with ruthless precision, breaking his fingers in one hand. I think the fight is over, until Mark turns to the giant, Stefan.

This is one of the specially made items for members. Cristine exhaled with relief. Actually, she is powerless to prevent any clue that she is a Light Savior member. It's a matter of life and death here. Arrogantly, one of the Black Ace members strode in Cristine's way. His behavior makes it clear that he thought less of her. Sometimes, having too much confidence is harmful. He is lean and rather tall. He is not overly muscular, but his body is proportionate. He has a katana with him.

You two ride at the fore. Raven read the words. Nodded once—small, steady. She felt the cold place inside her rise like a tide, eager, ready. Victoria’s hand found hers under the table; fingers laced tight. They suited up in the armory—Valrosian battle armor fitted perfectly now: blackened steel plates over dark leather, obsidian scale at shoulders and chest, crimson cloaks edged with protective runes. Raven’s midnight-blue dress stayed folded in their room; today was for war, not silk.