Gloves Of Belligerent Skies Novels & Stories

The sky above Jakarta didn't just leak; it collapsed. Thunder rolled across the horizon like a barrage of heavy artillery, shaking the very foundations of the mansion. For Sari, the violence of the weather was a blessing. She stood at the heavy iron servant’s door, her hand hovering over the latch. Rain lashed against the wood, the sound a deafening roar that masked the frantic thudding of her heart. "Now or never," she hissed to herself. "Move, Sari. Move!"

Andrius had no other choice but to fight! Only one of them would remain standing! Swoosh— “Endless sky, boundless earth, the lone palm breaks through the sky—Sky Breaking Palm!” “Two fists, one unstoppable aura, ten steps make the heavens weep and a hundred men slain—Blazing Fist!” ... Inner energy surged as their fighting spirits soared. The masked man’s moves were powerful and reckless, shouting out domineering names one after another and freely exerting his power with the limited inner energy he had left.

(PA Systems) “...what…is….that?..”. (Lobelia Mudswan) As soon as the annoucement ended, and all the Aeternum soldiers that were running from outside the base ground comes into the base and all of them stick to the walls and entrance of the base. Right at that moment, the sky on top of the base, were blackened, upon closer looks, everyone were shocked as the entire sky were filled with swords, and cherry petals.

Anything could be kept inside it. She wore her specialized fingerless gloves with reinforced steel knuckles. Finally, she wore her knee length leather boots. They were specialized boots capable of cancelling out the sounds of her footsteps. She was ready. Steve came in and appraised her appearance. “You look like you are ready for war,” The Alpha said with admiration. “This is war Steve,” Emma replied. “A war for the destiny of our kind.” Steve nodded. They both left her room and found Marcus waiting outside by the car. “You look dangerously ravishing, Ms. Emma, if I may say.” The Beta said with a surprised look on his face.

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) "Is it a white flag or just a different shade of surrender?" Sofia stood on the precipice of the Citadel’s high bridge, her crystalline fingers digging into the stone railing. The sapphire light within her forearms hummed a low, agitated frequency that vibrated against her bones. Far below, a single, ivory-colored skiff drifted toward the gates, flanked by no escort and carrying no weapons. It was a stark contrast to the jagged, obsidian war machines that usually patrolled the Eldergloom skies.

*Boom* The 2nd Sky was sent flying several meters away. While he had brought his arms up in defence, the power behind the strike was enough to disrupt the flow of energy in his body. Gulping down the blood that had escaped his throat, he chuckled. He was aware that he couldn’t face that hammer head-on, but Blackstone’s speed had left him little room. Retrieving a pair of gloves from his inventory, the 2nd Sky equipped himself with them. He was not a weapon user; his fists were his weapons. It was unwise however, to clash against that hammer bare fisted. Looking at Blackstone who was already charging over for another strike, the 2nd Sky’s eyes flashed coldly, and he too prepared himself. “Sin

The cold twilight bled through the high lancet windows, casting long, razor-thin shadows across the stone corridors leading to the royal sanctum. Vespera stepped out from the private gallery, her hands firmly encased in her ash-grey leather gloves, the obsidian needle resting cold and heavy against the skin of her inner left forearm. Beneath her right glove, her palm was still bruised from the sharp edges of her father’s signet ring, which she had sewn into the inner lining of her charcoal bodice.

"By winter, we will have three full squadrons of sky-dragons capable of atmospheric re-entry and deep-space combat." Dominic turned his head slightly, his molten gold eyes softening as he looked down at Clara. He lowered his face into the curve of her neck, pressing a firm, lingering kiss against her pulse point, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent of winter clover, pine, and radiant frost-fire. His gravelly purr deepened against her skin.