Grandmaster Griffin Armor Novels & Stories

He sighed in relief and hugged me once I reached him. "We have less than ten minutes." I nod and look at all the warriors surrounding the barriers. Armor sat on all the wolves, the inside made of soft silk but the outside made of silver. Eli started to carefully put some armor on me, my legs wobbled at the weight. Victoria gave me some of her strength so I could actually stand up straight. Eli shifted next to me I couldn't help but smile at my new height. Someone put the armor on him, his legs being able to take it with ease.

It hurt to breathe but I attempted to take in lungfuls of air to keep my brain alert. "You're weak, why even put up a fight when you know you're going to lose?" Griffin taunted, moving his shoulder in a circle. His once dislocated shoulder was set back into place, the sight putting me on edge. "Because you're not fit to run a pack," I could feel the warmth of my blood as it rolled down my body, "the Midnight Sun pack belongs to me." "Over my dead body," he crouched into attack position, letting his canines elongate and his nails grow into claws.

I said with a gentle smile. I silently inspected them, and fairly enough, some of them displayed a great amount of vigor and power. Hadeon, the guild's commander, is the one who drew my interest first. Right now, he's wearing more appropriate gear, two of which are S-tier items: one is a crimson and gold long sword, and the other is an upper - body armor. He obviously earns the title of "Strongest Swordsman," but the other two persons behind him startled me the most. They were the ones who were having a casual talk before.

I don't have to worry about the headmistress, the gym teacher, and everyone else that hates me. Griffin leaned against the front door, his getup is sexy in his bad boy charm. White tank top, leather jacket with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of dark blue jeans tucked into black boots. He may not have my sense of fashion, but whatever he's doing works for him. My cheeks warmed, does he know what happened between me and Dell? Nah, I'm sure he doesn't. "I'm ready." He looked up from his phone, running his gaze over my attire.

the healer said. He wore a suit of armor made of silver and steel, with intricate engravings that depicted the history of his pack. The armor was polished to a shine and was adorned with symbols of his rank and authority. The chest plate of the armor was emblazoned with the symbol of the wolf, representing his strength and leadership as the Alpha of the pack. The gauntlets and greaves were adorned with intricate designs, and the helmet that he wore was adorned with a fierce-looking wolf's head.

His knife—a monomolecular blade that could cut through enhanced armor like tissue paper—traced a silver arc toward Griffin's exposed back. Only years of combat training saved Griffin's life. He spun with inhuman grace, the blade grazing his ribs instead of piercing his heart, drawing a line of fire across enhanced skin that healed even as the cut was made. But Twin B's assault didn't pause—he flowed from the missed strike into a grappling maneuver designed to break Griffin's neck with mechanical efficiency.

Gunshots ring, but none of them even touch the creature because of the shield. "That's a griffin! From the Witches guild..." I say as realization dawns on me. The griffin, the shield, the vines! "Holy crap!" I yelp. "Those two called the witches." It makes so much sense because now as the shield surrounding the griffin shatters, I can see two people sitting on its back. Both men are dressed in the uniforms given in the Guild, and one man jumps off the back of the griffin to engage the guards with various protection spells.

Zayden was trying too hard to impose his Alpha aura on Griffin, but Griffin chuckled darkly and said directly. "I like it that my hard work paid off and you both aren't that whiny little crybabies you both were before." He remarked and Zayn glared at him. "Why did you have to come here? Couldn't you have stayed in a hotel?!" Zayn asked through gritted teeth and Griffin raised a brow at his words. He pulled off his black suit Jacket, revealing the black shirt he had underneath that clung to his body, accentuating his strong muscles and biceps.

Connor said almost pleadingly. “I can’t not do this Connor, I just got him back,” I said feeling defeated. “He wouldn’t want you doing this,” Connor said, “the clowder needs you Griff, they need a strong Alpha to take charge and lead them.” “I don’t want this,” I said softly. “You’re Griffin Woods, son of the great Damon Woods, Alpha, guardian, Enforcer and destroyer. This clowder needs to be protected right now. We need our Alpha,” he said.

“A formation blueprint! This is an amulet that can ward away evil spirits and protect its owner. The energy on it can probably withstand three attacks from a Grandmaster! “Is that so powerful?” Even though Cheryl did not know how powerful a Grandmaster was, she had heard from her grandfather that they could not be compared with ordinary men. They were the kind of existence that could break a rock in one smash. Since the tiny jade pendant could actually withstand three attacks from a Grandmaster, this pendant was really powerful. “Does that mean that this jade pendant will not break from falling?” Alex had a speechless expression. This was a mystical tool. If a Grandmaster could not even brea