Grandmaster Griffin Armor Novels & Stories

The guy was just waiting for us. "The car is fully tinted. I'll wait for you outside, whenever you are ready." Grandmaster said and emerged again from the car. I didn't think twice and wore the mask that he gave me. I took a deep breath before opening the car's door. "Centaur." The Grandmaster greeted the guy. "Sphinx, is she Eagle's replacement? What's her skills?" The guy talked like a robot. He lifted the gun and put it on his shoulder while looking at me from head to toe.

Why did it sound like a mythical beast's name instead? "Who the heck are you?" he asked again. Griffin removed a crest from his waistband. It was a crest made of pure gold, and the letters "NK" were engraved on it. Cassian recognized the crest instantly. It was the Titania Crest. "You're from the Draconian Order?" "Allow me to formally introduce myself. I'm Griffin, one of the Four Draconian Warlords in the Draconian Order," Griffin stated. His introduction left Cassian reeling from the shock. Ever since he joined the Draconian Order, he had been able to learn the structure of this particular organization from Nino and Leon.

I spat out, my breathing fast and shallow as I unlaced the high neck of my gray wool tunic. Gryfyn unbuckled his heavy iron-trimmed chest plate with two swift, aggressive pulls of his thick fingers, letting the massive piece of steel drop to the rug with a loud, echoing thud. He tossed his fur-lined leather coat onto a wooden chair, leaving him standing in a thin, tight black tunic that clung to every massive line of his chest, shoulders, and long arms. His dark pack ink stretched up his thick neck, disappearing into his hair like black branches.

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.”

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.

Turning to everyone, I squared my shoulders exuding confidence and said, “All right, boys, let's do this.” Each of the triplets pledged their oaths to me on bended knee one by one, shocking me by kissing me on the cheeks after they finished. Their lips on my skin made goose bumps pop up all along my body and I had to fight the urge to launch myself at them again. While listening to their oaths, I had a slight shock when I found out my last name was Grayson. Yet another missing piece of the puzzle of my life returned to me. Each time, a light would burst from their chest and into mine, indicating another bond had been formed. What was confusing, was their bond to me felt different from Vince'

Belikov's back went rigid when he noticed what I had my sights on, only piquing my interest more. I pulled back the red, tattered cloth that was covering it and couldn't hold back my astonished gasp even if I tried. If the signature scaled armor wasn't enough on its own the blazing phoenix emblem on the front of the ornate shield was a dead giveaway. "You're...you're a," I stuttered, unable to believe my own eyes as I reached down to touch the glistening shield. My fingers lightly grazed across the sleek metal, the cool contact freezing my scattering thoughts into place. "These belong to Varangian Guard."

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