Frozen Blaze Armor Novels & Stories

“If the glass is too dense, it will act as a Faraday cage. It will trap the wearer’s natural resonance inside and literally cook their internal organs during a shift. The armor has to breathe. It has to act like an artificial, reinforced skin that filters the Void while allowing the Gold light to pass through.” ​I watched as the Smithies, their skin glistening with metallic sweat, hammered the glowing glass with rhythmic precision. Their songs of the volcanic South—deep, guttural chants that mimicked the movement of tectonic plates—mixed with the high-pitched, electronic humming of the ship’s core. Every single piece of armor was quenched in a vat of the "Island Serum," infused with the twin

She was going to circle the ridge, set up for the first strike. Steve reached into his satchel and withdrew the Runeblade Charge—a device Marcus and Sarah had crafted from Emberstone and detonated glyphs. A single strike could fracture the ice and flood the pass in molten glass. He buried the charge into the snow, whispering the activation phrase. A low hum answered him. Then he looked up—and saw the first of the vanguard step into view. --- They were taller than men. Pale blue armor fused to flesh. Blank white masks, no eye holes, just thin slits that emitted vapor. No footsteps in the snow—just indentations where the cold had claimed the ground beneath them.

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.

She asked her warm breath fanning my bare chest. "More like alive." I responded. She shot her head up. "Were you dead before?" "I think so." I smirked. "I'm wet." She blinked at me. Oh my goodness. Who admits things just like that? Literally nobody, it was just my Marvelous, baby Chloe. "Can I help you?" "No." She blushed now. "It's daylight!" Oh God, she was just too cute and innocent. "We'll put on blinders." I suggested smiling broadly.

As the wind picks it up and sends it away, I step back when I see Silent unfazed. "This armor is made from an incredibly dense, reinforced steel," Silent says, "You're going to need so much more than your pathetic explosive arrows to put a dent it in." "Let me guess," I say, grabbing a few more arrows. "A secret, stolen formula." "For what I want," Silent says, "I need this armor to be invincible." "And what is that exactly?" "Order." SpeedBlade: "Here's my order," I say, running and jumping into the air. Pulling back my sword, I prepare to swing at the giant calling himself Silent but as I raise my sword, I see Silent's hand glowing.

I demanded, trying to keep everyone else away from Azura. Suddenly the entire room began to shake, and a bright light exploded inside the room. While I trusted Charles to protect Azura, I didn’t leave it up to him. Using my senses, I closed my eyes and moved across the room to my mate. Gathering her in my arms, I shielded her head with my body, protecting her from the light and the rubble that was falling from the ceiling.

Looking at the dragon, its blazing mouth opened, preparing to breathe flames on its frozen wing. “More strength!” Arth’s eyebrows stormed as he squeezed his eyes shut. His right hand radiated with his alar, in the form of blue strings, like glowing ribbons tying together, slowly forming into a long spear. He needed to create a weapon strong enough to pierce through the dragon scales. Unfortunately, the arcane ring which Alice had given him just broke, shattered into sparkles of light. He had used up a lot of alar from the Frozen Slash earlier, also using ice materialization many times before that.

“Dragons have one weakness, we have no scales over our hearts, that is how we are able to be killed, she is saying the armour will make you almost impervious to attack between her and I protecting you’ Fafnir growled. “I never thought I would see the day, a higher being admitting a weakness, you honour me,” Vertile said with a large smile, bowing her head once more. “This has to be one of the weirdest conversations I have been a part of,” Rex said, shaking his head, so Fafnir’s scales can protect me everywhere, except my heart, but you cover that area? Why don’t I just wear normal armour then?” “Fafnir, if you could please?” Vertile asked, waving her hand and a golden armour chest piece appe

He said rubbing her shoulders. "Noah!" She croaked and hiccuped as she cried with all her heart. "He doesn't d-deserve that!" She stuttered and wiped her tears holding his only bracelet that fell. "I know Mia, he doesn't deserve that." BLAZE VIEW. Blaze was in his human form, fighting off the rogue warrior in one second, he ripped their head off with anger and his eyes glaring at nowhere. There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy.

Straightening, she adjusted her flame-red gauntlets, her fiery eyes flicking between Maria and Nina. “Well, well,” the woman said with a grin, her voice carrying a playful lilt. “Looks like someone’s finally giving you a rough time, Maria. I’ve been waiting for this moment to show off my skills.” Maria smirked faintly. “I guess everyone has their time.” The woman grinned wider, pounding a fist against her armored chest. “Don’t worry. Whoever’s trailing you won’t live long enough to regret it.” This was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph, known for her fiery temperament and unmatched combat prowess. Her presence alone was enough to inspire both confidence and dread.