Grandmaster Griffin Armor Novels & Stories

“Grandpa David, happy birthday! I wish you a long life full of health and happiness!” Jared bowed, holding up some golden, glittery accessory before the receptionist’s voice resonated inside the hall. “The North-Griffin Inc. vice GM and young heir of the Griffins, Jared Griffin, brought a 10-kilo golden sculpture of a winged Victoria!”

Opposite them, a clear palm print appeared on the golden breastplate of that Mysterious Frost Holy Guard. The Mysterious Frost Golden Armor, which was designed by an expert armorsmith of the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost, was extremely resilient, an armor almost at the level of a Precious Weapon. Yet it could not ward off this power. The Mysterious Frost Holy Guard cried out in pain and spat out a jet of blood from his mouth. His body collapsed in the distance. He had clearly been seriously injured. Ding Hao was shocked. Elder Chen's strength was simply horrific. Even with his eyesight, he could not see clearly how Elder Chen had struck just now.

Aria pursed her lips in disgust, did he not realize how ugly he looked now? She had hit his pressure points and proceeded to beat him up, but only on his face. He was too pudgy for her to get a good enough grip to beat him up completely, and she also wanted him unable to show his face to anyone for a few days. Aria Griffin was many things. The griffin legacy. A disgraced heiress. The only person that could discipline Asher. Gentleness wasn’t a welcome characteristic in any of those. “Alright. Keep it to yourself. I know where you live. I know where your family lives”, she said, pushing off against the desk and standing firmly, prepared to walk out of the office. “Never forget. My grandfather

The geezer simply ignored the insolence and continued respectfully, "Lord Lazuli can't tend to his duties due to serious illness. And with your brother being the way he is, we need you to hold the fort." "Hmph. Then why doesn't he just let me succeed him?" Ches snorted in disdain as he turned to the ring. "Oh, now that's generous—a Noble-grade armor! Worried that I'd get killed?" The geezer quickly said fawningly, "Lord Lazuli is naturally worried about you, my lord. That's why he sent this armor over. It isn't just Noble grade—it is endlessly sturdy and enforced with defensive wards. Not even a rank ten Ether Lord can hope to pierce it!"

Every step carried a wave of energy with it. Both men had bulging temples, and they were clearly professionally trained. They were giving off a frighteningly dangerous energy. Sebastian frowned, and he immediately deduced that both of them had surpassed the level of Grandmaster and were already Supreme Grandmasters! He hadn't expected to meet two Supreme Grandmasters the moment he got to the Janover Griffin Manor. "How dare you trespass on Griffin Manor, you arrogant young man!" One of the men had a tiger's head tattooed on his left cheek. He looked ferocious as he leered menacingly at Sebastian.

The penthouse suite was flooded with the bright, golden light of the morning sun, the mountain wind rustling the sheer curtains of the balcony doors as if last night's violence had never occurred. I walked into the private master closet, pulling two sets of heavy tactical gear from the high-clearance racks. The Crescent Warrior armor was built for high-intensity sector operations lightweight, layered Kevlar plating embroidered with the silver crescent crest across the shoulders and reinforced with internal titanium threading to resist claw impacts. I stripped out of my rumpled formal uniform, pulling the dark tactical shirt and structured pants over my frame before locking the heavy chest pl

To him, this was his greatest bargaining chip to control me. “His words are absolute, huh?” I nodded as my fingertip gently brushed against the folded parchment hidden beneath my sleeve. “Griffin, the soldiers you trained are certainly very loyal to you.” “Of course they are!” Griffin puffed out his chest with pride. He looked as if he had already won. “So, Your Grace, stop your useless struggling. Get down from the carriage now, and we can still go through with this wedding with dignity. No one will benefit if this turns ugly.”

Agreed, he felt the boy’s presence in the room, though reluctant, was a show of an understanding, be it all too little, of what duty entails. Grunald’s lesson was very much unlike the ones before it. The first thing Kilvic noted was the absence of the girls who had taken a different route as they approached the class. The next, though not as obvious as the first, was the instructor’s garment. It was far from anything close to being considered a robe. The man wore a leather vest adorned in scales of a nightingale fish, a water demon from the vasimil sea of revindal, although, Kilvic was certain the instructor lacked such knowledge. The dull scales were known to be the sturdiest piece of armor

He would’ve succumbed to the darkest side of himself if Granny did not exist. Shaking his head, he joined Z at the counter. There were a lot of files mounting from it, together with a reflective monitor that showed names of different Wielders. A bespectacled bearded Wielder was analyzing those datasets, his big hand massaging his chin. He wasn’t wearing a suit of armor; instead, he fashioned himself with a thick vest and a blue polo. “Chief, attention, Chief!” chorused the three protectors, their fingers on their forehead, their shoulders squared.