Frozen Blaze Armor Novels & Stories

It left terrifying burn marks along with destruction on its thick trunks. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier the more she pushed the spearhead further to the beasts rampaging mana. Large slashes began to appear around her right arm crawling down to her right torso. Her armor began to crack from the intense weight and after a few minutes they shattered completely. Relief ran down her face when another shockwave exploded right in front of her, throwing her away from the creature. The aura that Fenrir's child radiated was destroyed. The spearhead wasn't pushed away by the shockwave, luck seemed to be on Blidas' side as the spearhead fell towards the beast's stomach. It immediately woke up a

A flash of golden-red flame exploded from my hand, and instantly died. The Void-Iron armor didn't catch fire. It didn't even heat up. The dark metal sucked the flame straight out of my palm like water down a drain, glowing a faint, angry purple for half a second before dulling back to ash-gray. A cold dread settled in my gut; if fire couldn't touch these things, I had no idea what could. The guard didn't even flinch. It drove its heavy iron knee straight up into my ribs. CRACK.

Gleaming with a faint, icy light amid the falling snow. Behind her stood three thousand Alpha warriors. The seven territorial flags rolled slowly in the wind. Occasionally a muffled crack of fabric snapping against itself broke the silence. Freya stood at the very front of the Ice Wolf Clan formation. Her ice-blue vertical pupils pierced through the falling snow. Watching her. Her battle armor was forged from ten-thousand-year ice. The fine snow did not melt when it landed on her pauldrons. It melted *into* them. Making the ice layer thicker. Brighter.

A pair of eagle-like wings also grew from his back. Blaze, the daughter of Nyx—the female personification of night—and Oreas—the purple-winged God of the north wind and God of winter, chilling the air with his icy breath, had the same skills as her father to freeze a certain creature with her cold breath. The reason why she had an unexplainable anger towards Jack is that their birth parent's powers are in contrast. Jack, the son of Apollo—the God of the sun—and Hestia—the Goddess of Hearth or fireside, has the ability to use flame magic, and his spear could also burn anything that touches it. Blaze now wears armor that is freezing cold. Her armor is now made with ice; her hair remains white

“What are these? The system told me they were slime eyes. Are they really slime eyes? It feels closer to snooker balls.” Zen looked at the glassy spheres in Liu Feng’s hands and swallowed. “Yes, they are slime eyes. Do you want me to inspect them?” The Seer nodded, and Zen activated his new ability. === Item: Armoured Slime Boss Eyes Effect: Can be crafted into a head accessory that allows permanent night vision. Negates all blindness effects and detects infrared light. === Zen didn’t know what to tell Liu Feng. The fact that the Seer was blind made this sound like a mean prank. It was sadder that the item could not be sold or transferred because of its grading.

She pulled back just enough to look at me. “What are you planning now?” There it was. Not if. What. I took a breath. “I’m designing armor,” I said. Her brows rose. “Armor?” “Personal combat armor,” I clarified. “For the Shadows. Lightweight. Flexible. Resistant to silver, wolfsbane, spell penetration. Something that doesn’t slow them down, but doesn’t let them die easily either.” Her hand tightened in my coat. “You’re preparing for casualties.” “I’m preparing to prevent them.”

Those workouts drained me the most, but I felt myself geting stronger every day. September was halfway gone now, the Firelight Festival looming on the horizon. I listened to Torrance babble on about the upcoming night, feeding off her livelihood and exuberance. Moments with Torrance felt so light in comparison to the dark, heavy cloud that sat above my head. We'd grown closer with Alex, as well, and as the days waned on we found ourselves falling into routine. We'd meet before training in the same spot on the bleachers, a neat little spot carved out just for us. Alex had found his footing when it came to sparring, but his movements were still awskward and sluggish compared to ours. We gave h

However, that doesn't mean I was required to be an active fighter, I still had the responsibility of a porter, only that this time a higher risk is involved. "Could I know the reason why I should be in your group?" I asked. He didn't answer my question and just threw some full-set armor towards me. I deliberately caught the armor, and a notification appeared on my Iris Lenses. [Black Monarch Full-Set Armor - A+ Tier] A Full Set Armor manufactured from the tough skin of an Obsidian Salamander. Passive Skill: +500 Defense Active Skill: Heat Wave, absorb limited amounts of heat energy and expel it as powerful heat blasts.

I didn’t want to chance my shirt coming up and exposing the horrendous marks left behind by Ace. Alaric strolled over toward me. I couldn’t help but stare in awe at him. He had on his now common skinny black jeans with hiking boots. He wore a tan, button up shirt with a weird quilt pattern with large, dull-yellow flowers. Only he could pull that off. It was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and a white hair scarf was tired loosely around his neck and left to hang upon his bare chest. He had black sunglasses covering his eyes that I always enjoyed seeing.

My arms held out as a silent Null attendant tightened the straps across my chest. Snap. The buckle dug into my ribs. "Too tight," I gasped. "It needs to be tight," Barzil's voice rumbled from behind me. "Loose gear catches on debris. If you get snagged in the Foundry, you die." He walked around me. Inspecting the fit with a critical eye. He was already fully armored—a mountain of black steel and red cape. He looked terrifying. He looked like the monster the mothers in the Dregs used to frighten their children into silence.