Grandmaster Griffin Armor Novels & Stories

The temperature of the air was spiking, tasting like burnt salt and ozone. Torin stood at the edge of the cliff, his blindingly white, nine-foot-tall lunar frame casting a pristine glow against the encroaching dark. I didn't wear the Obsidian Chassis. It was a melted, ruined husk locked in the Vault. Instead, I wore a standard, tailored Grandmaster’s coat, reinforced with a lightweight Starved Iron mesh. I held the heavy iron grappling hook in my left hand—the hand still bound entirely to the heavy, crushing physics of the earthly grid.

“You think I’d like these?” Griffen shrugs, a little proud of himself now. “You’re mother has mentioned that you have trouble sleeping, and you like the stars. Figured it fit.” He’s… not wrong. And the last item is a black leather jacket, slightly cropped and surprisingly sleek. Bold, sharp. “This is something you like?” I ask. His lips twitch in the closest thing to a smirk I’ve seen yet. “Yeah. I just think it’d look good on you.”

"Maren, they brought bodyguards." "It doesn't matter." I grabbed the jacket from my bedside and pulled it on. "Let's go." Griffin stood in the center of the landing pad with his people already positioned at his side. His gaze swept over the base, taking in the rust-eaten tin walls, the dock piled high with equipment, and the cables caked in grease. The corner of his mouth curled with undisguised contempt. Then, he saw me. His eyes lingered on me for less than half a second before moving on.

His eyelids grew heavy, and his breathing slowed as he succumbed to the embrace of slumber. Outside the newfound ruins of Cyrus West, two figures stood amidst the darkness of the night. Grandmaster Quintan stood beside a woman clad in golden armor. Her eyes gleamed with a sharpness that seemed to pierce through the veil of darkness. Behind her back rested a longsword that was nearly as tall as her. Yet she carried the sword with ease. One had to know that the sword behind her back would weigh a hundred kilograms and be made up of such exotic materials that it could cut through steel and iron like butter.

started. “Then take me with you,” he said as he dropped to one knee, shocking us by stopping in front of us. “I, Vincent Andrew Ricci, hereby swear my allegiance to the protection detail of the sole remaining white wolf, Ellie Grayson. I promise to protect her with my life for the rest of my days.”

Liam's guards and servants were there to offer bountiful homages, as a slight defect in the hospitality could affect their mood in the meeting. "A warm welcome to you, Mister Griffin," Liam said extending his hand to the first man. Mr Griffin was the greatest gold dealer in the city and true to his work he was regarded in gold. From his jewelry, chains, nose rings, down to even his Arabian kaftan. All these were made in pure gold. Liam had always felt intimidated by him even though Griffin tried to be humorous. "The very big dog of the Hemsworth family," Mr Griffin called out, shaking Liam's hand aggressively. Yes, he also loved to behave like a rogue. your father called us for an emergency

Qiu Yunping pursed his lips and rested lazily on the sofa with his legs crossed like a playboy. "Okay, you are all old friends of Xihe Auction House. Everyone knows the rules. Now, let's start with the first item." Mo Nai clapped his hand. Then a young man with a foul aura took an item and stepped forward. It looked rather large and was covered in a black cloth. Mo Nai unveiled it. In an instant, it shone with a dazzling golden light. A set of golden armor appeared. "This is Grandleaf Redgold Armor constructed from red gold. Once activated, it will improve your combat strength by a level. You will be able to bear a palm strike from an expert at the Great Completion of the Earth Immortal Real

It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it. Prince Thorn and his mate, Princess Ariana, were with us. Thorn's armour was also made from Phaikón Árgyron. Instead of being mail, it was an intricately designed chest plate. Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated.

We stared at the griffin that stumbled up barely being able to stand p by himself clearly showing in he was more than drink even more having to hold onto the ground for support. “ZANDER GREY GRIFFIN. How dare you leave Lavender and me all alone knowing you had one job to do. You PROMISED Artemis to watch over her, PROTECT her at ALL cost. Look at you know not even a week, and you're already being rebellious!” She screamed pulling more bracelets off her wrist stomping vexed at him, her voice cracked, vague like she was in pain.