Iron Man Blood Edge Armor Novels & Stories

Many times his eyes darted to the edge of the path he was passing. The movement in the thickets brought Orda to a halt again, his horse grunting and neighing softly. Orda drew the double-edged ax he threw onto his back. The handle of the object was rather long and silvery in color. Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger. “Whoever you are, come out,” Orda said, his voice was firm yet still. Even so, a drop of sweat seemed to be dripping down his forehead.

His armor is made of silver that is scratched and stained a dark blood color. (weak laugh) "Commander, I'm still breathing. “Not really.” Even though my shoulder hurts really badly, I crawl to him. "Don't move." We need to.

Eryx’s voice was a low, strained rumble of Lament-Steel agony. He was standing five feet away, but a wall of indigo-black silk had sprouted between us. His obsidian-iron armor was being "Stitched" by a thousand silver needles that darted from the ceiling, attempting to anchor his violet-black stardust to a specific coordinate in the grid. His crimson eyes were wide, the prehistoric fury in them being replaced by a glazed, mechanical devotion that made my blood run cold.

Belial's body shudders around the blade's edge, the point of it skewering him through his sternum in a sickening way. More blood drips down onto the ground, coating the front of his plate armor with thin rivets. I stare in horror as blood bubbles out of his mouth, his teeth clenching together in anger.

"But I feel it now. I feel everything. I’m not scared anymore, Anna. I’m just angry." Anna pulled back, nodding solemnly. "Good. Use that anger. We're going to need it." Anna turned toward the center of the room. The 30th had arrived, and with it, the "Jameson" identity dissolved forever. She reached into the air, calling upon the McKinnley inheritance that now flowed through her like a river of molten gold. From the empty air, her battle armor materialized—crafted from dark, enchanted leather and reinforced with Filigree Silver that wouldn't burn her, but would melt any Devonshire who dared touch it.

The indestructible carbonium of the hammer protected my upper body, but the The explosion hurled me backwards over the slimy concrete floor. The guard kicked out a terrible, distorted electronic scream. The thermit sat with thousands of degrees through its chrome plated tanks and the underlying polymer. The artificial muscles of his right arm stumble away in a fraction of a second. The white plasma blade flickered wild, squealed and extinguished, while the guard's arm as burning lumps scrap fell to the ground. The monster blew backwards, blind and severely damaged while the melted sensor eyes in his face.

a gravelly voice demanded. “Luna’s blessing.” Inside, the warehouse was filled with racks of modified firearms and enchanted blades. The air smelled of gun oil and something metallic and magical. The proprietor, a grizzled vampire named Viktor, leaned against the counter. “Calder Thorne. Haven’t seen you in a while. I heard you've been busy,” he said, grinning to reveal fangs. “I need gear. Silver-resistant body armor and weapons.” Viktor disappeared into the back and returned with a tactical vest made of dark, woven material. “Kevlar threaded with obsidian and moonstone. It won't stop a direct silver bullet, but it’ll slow it down enough for your healing to keep up.”

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.

"That is where Aidan moved the primary lab. It is the only building with a dedicated power grid and independent oxygen scrubbers." Sora adjusted the grip on his knife. He could see them. At least twenty tactical officers in full Corvin gear. They weren't just guards. They were wearing specialized silver-mesh armor designed to reflect Shifter attacks. He felt the frequency in his blood surge, humming against the back of his neck where Vardan had burned the tracker. The scar was tight, pulling at his skin, a constant reminder of the parasite that had lived inside him. "The armor they wear has a weakness," Vardan said, his voice a low rumble beside Sora’s ear. "The joints at the neck and the ba

The armor had a shiny appearance. Interestingly, the armor was actually dense black in color, but it was drenched with the blood of the tungsten beetles nearby. For the color of the entire armor to change from black to maroon, it was impossible to guess just how many beasts this man had hunted.