Kratos Black Bear Armor Novels & Stories

"They have no idea that the Ghost Alpha commands thirty thousand rogue wolves in the Blackveil Quarter." I close the video link without another word, my heart hammering against my ribs like a war drum. I stand up from the desk, walking over to the walk-in closet. Passing by the soft silk dresses and delicate robes Celeste bought for me, my hands reach for the very back of the wardrobe. I pull aside a hidden panel, revealing a matte-black tactical suit crafted from reinforced dragon-hide, complete with twin silver daggers forged in the fires of Westmere. I strip off the civilian clothes and pull the heavy, form-fitting armor over my curves. The weight of the silver blades against my thighs fe

Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised since everything in the VR world was surreal. What confused me was that the armor hadn’t been listed in the designs. His armor was very fitting for him. There was a bit of a bad-boy charm, while still retaining his mature disposition. Although he wasn’t wearing a suit, in a sense, his new attire could be considered a suit of a sort. Luka was dressed in all black, with a few silver accents over various parts of his outfit. It consisted of a black trench coat, made of soft leather. The front collar of the coat folded back, with a silver and black design of a wolf on both flaps.

He has an almost full moonmark on his right wrist, a sign of the great achievements he has accomplished. He is wearing a war attire, a sleek, black leather jacket with silver fangs; which I believe are from demons he has slayed, rests along the shoulders and an embroidered wolf on the back. Beneath the jacket, is a form-fitting white shirt with a pair of dark, fitted pants with reinforced knee padding. On his feet, are high-end combat boots with a polished, metallic finishing.

King Lezdeus. He towered over nearly everyone present, his massive frame encased in armor blacker than a starless sky. But it was not the armor that made my stomach drop. It was what adorned it: bones. Skulls threaded through the plating. Ribs woven into pauldrons. Fanged jaws dangling from chains across his chest. Finger bones braided into macabre jewelry that clicked with each step. Trophies. Every single one. He wore them as a sign of brutality, a fear tactic that would not work on our Phoenix wolf.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Karinna had made alterations to the outfit so it fit Rex’s frame snugly. “What is this made from?” Rex asked, feeling the smooth leather coat. “To the east, there are swamp lands surrounding a large number of stone crypts. No one knows who is buried or why they are there, but there is a wide range of creatures that reside in the swamp. One such animal is a black deathclaw wolf. Its hide can be tanned, and what your wearing is the result,” Cassius said, aligning his own red vest, which was similar in appearance to the one Rex was wearing but had a breast watch dangling from a chain that was hooked through the corner of the pocket and came with multiple slits across the ribs, in which Cassius

The armor concealed his face and hands, as if he were a warrior clad in battle armor—but this was an all-black version that radiated an incredibly powerful aura of death. GGAAAAARRR! The black bear sensed danger coming from Xiao Chen, so without a second thought, it immediately launched a frenzied attack against him. Four-armed blows rained down on Xiao Chen, who was shrouded in death qi, and each blow radiated an incredibly powerful energy of death. Seeing the blows coming toward him, Xiao Chen immediately used his death energy to block all the strikes from the many-armed bear. Each blow from the bear caused Xiao Chen a bit of trouble, and he barely managed to withstand the attack—but with

The next second, they slipped from his fingers and hit the floor. There, in the fading sunset light, a black steel behemoth rolled through the gate—even bigger than before, even more menacing. It was longer. Taller. Covered in scales of reactive armor. And on its roof, a turret slowly rotated—the thick barrel gleaming with a cold, deadly light in the dying sun. Behind it... No Keith pickup. No Wolf Pack bikes. Nothing. "Shit..." Brady's legs went weak. Only an idiot wouldn't be able to put it together. Keith and his men were all dead.

"Wolves of the Blackthorn Valley!" Sharon Bloodclaw stepped out onto the high stone ledge, his massive, scarred frame draped in the heavy fur of a mountain bear. His hair was long, matted with grease and iron dust, his face twisted into an arrogant, triumphant grin as he lifted a massive, two-handed battleaxe over his head.

His dark gray waterproof leather armor gleamed with rainwater, and I could see the Stormfang Pack wolf crest pinned prominently to his left chest. But what made me smile despite everything was what he held in his right hand—a black thermos decorated with cartoon wolf paw prints that completely clashed with his intimidating Alpha status. The rain had started suddenly, and he was soaked through just like everyone else. But while other people were running for cover or cursing the weather, Garrett stood perfectly still, carefully protecting the thermos in his hands. He held it close to his chest, not letting any rainwater splash onto it. As I got closer, more details became clear. His clothes we