Frozen Blaze Armor Novels & Stories

Through the thick, white fog of the steam, the Sunburst Elite arrived. They did not march. They did not run. They glided perfectly over the treacherous, broken ice of the harbor. Their repulsor boots hummed with a sickening, high-pitched frequency that vibrated deep in my teeth. They wore heavy armor plated in pure Aurelian gold, making them look like a legion of shining, faceless statues. They carried solar lances. The tips of their weapons burned with the same concentrated plasma heat that had just vaporized our ancient stone wall.

He was wearing his enemies’ blood like armor. And as he walked towards me, I didn’t see the creature of destruction they talked about. In fact, a god of war would have suited him perfectly. Because Blaze was exactly like that. A god. Although right now, as I feel the burn of his gaze against my skin, I was unsure whether he was here to rescue me or ruin me. I clutched the wound from my shoulders to distract my body that had become numb for a moment before I struggled to stand. And when he was about to take the last three steps towards me, I stepped back. His expression hardened and his wolf growled at me.

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.

I felt myself falling, but they caught me, holding me up with a cruel grip. I tried to fight back, but my body betrayed me. My limbs felt like lead, and my vision spun. A sharp pain seared through my side, and I knew I was in trouble. My wolf, Nyx growled weakly as I bit on my lower lip. “You bastard. I’d never be able to submit to you. You are not my mate, I refuse to accept you” I say in pain feigning confidence. Blake is a rogue who has been trying to persuade me to get involved with him for months now.

In addition to the three pieces of equipment, Sebastian also found a skill book, the very one that almost killed him - Blazing Flame Slash. Spiritual-grade skill - Blazing Flame Slash: Swing a giant blade forward, dealing 1000 basic damage to enemies within a 30-meter range. Inflicts 'Armor Break' effect lasting 5 seconds. Mana cost: 500 points, Cooldown: 60 minutes. Requirements: greatsword skill aptitude above 40, Foundation Establishment stage for sword cultivation. Unfortunately, this profound skill is specifically for greatsword cultivation, something Sebastian cannot learn. However, he decided to keep it; perhaps he could sell it for a good price later.

Spiritual flames surged out of his body, forming a suit of armor. The suit of armor consisted of a helmet, chest plate, tassets, greaves, and boots, with two streamers floating behind him, protecting Wilbur's entire body. Only his eyes were exposed. The armor was formed from white spiritual flames and had red runes shimmering around its surface. There was lightning dancing around it as well. It exuded a powerful and imposing aura, making Wilbur look like a war god. The Hundred Shadows Slaughter assaulted him, and all the spiritual energy blades constantly exploded against Wilbur's suit of armor. All the blades shattered, dispersing into spiritual energy.

Althea focused on the heat deep inside of her and used what little magic she possessed to form a barrier around it. She fought the urge to stomp her feet or rub her hands together. Instead, she filled her lungs with frigid air and expelled it in a huff. Beside her, Destroyer uncurled, stood, stretched and then resituated his huge body around her feet and knees. “You should leave me. You will die if you stay here. We can not wait much longer for him to rescue us,” she whispered, but the wolf simply opened one insulted blue eye and let out a sigh that sent the snow in front of his mouth flying wildly around them.

The bridging tension that had ignited with those first hungry glances now blazed into an all-consuming inferno. The crimson-lit sanctuary welcomed them with the rich scent of leather and oil. Benson secured her to the St. Andrew's cross facing him, wrists and ankles locked in padded cuffs, her body spread open like a feast. Her breasts heaved with every breath, nipples still sensitive from the clamps, her pussy glistening and her ass bearing the vivid marks of earlier passion.

His silver-gold eyes took in the endless plains of jagged blue ice, his jaw set in a rigid line of uncompromising authority. Queen Lyra rode beside him. She was clad in reinforced white leather armor trimmed with thick arctic fox fur, her Sun-Marked crest glowing fiercely against her collarbone. Her solar core, normally a warm and gentle hearth, was burning with a heightened, defensive intensity, reacting to the unnatural suppression of the Frostfell environment.

From what she remembered, Blaze, Sol's mother, was one of Tiamat's most beloved children, as between all dragons, she was the closest to Tiamat’s element and origin. What made dragons so extremely dangerous was their absolute invulnerability to a precise element. Blaze, despite her name, wasn't a fire dragon but rather a chaos dragon. Meaning, she had an absolute immunity against any and all forms of magic. Like her ancestors. The immunity that Mars also obtained thanks to their contracts. The singular ability that made him and Blaze the most frightening duo in existence. He was born from two beings who had an absolute immunity against all forms of magic. Even if he did not perfectly inherit