Kratos Black Bear Armor Novels & Stories

The fate of his kind depended on it. Draco took a deep breath, the pain in his head still nagging at him as he stood up from the Jacuzzi. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to his closet to don his war clothes. The black leather armor, decorated with silver studs, hung on a rack beside the door. He slid the shirt on first, feeling the leather creak as it molded to his body. Then he reached for the pants, the material thick and heavy, and strapped on his boots.

Their hot breath billowed into white clouds in the cold air, kicking up a choking cloud of dust. The lead wagon rumbled to a halt. Bruno jumped down from the driver’s seat, dressed in a crisp Black Rock military uniform. He didn’t look at Eira. He marched straight to the side of the wagon and ripped back the thick waterproof tarp. Blinding metal glint dazzled every eye. Stacked neatly inside were dozens of custom-forged Black Rock steel light armors, their surfaces glowing faintly with defensive runes. Beside them lay bundles of unopened rune-engraved longswords, their hilts wrapped in sweat-absorbent leather.

From the thick underbrush where we hid, I spotted two sentinels standing motionless at the cave entrance. Their faces were completely covered by bone-masked hoods, their forms draped in ragged black robes. It was impossible to tell if they were male or female, if they were even werewolves at all. They didn’t move, not once. Not even when the air shifted with death. When night fell, Xareth moved like a whisper. He stepped forward, his black cloak merging with the darkness. His bow emerged in one fluid motion. He pulled two arrows, and fired in perfect unison.

They exploded. BOOM. Dust and debris rained down. A figure stepped through the smoke. He was massive. He wore armor made of blackened steel that seemed to absorb the torchlight. On his back was a greatsword the size of a grown man. His face was scarred, his eyes the color of storm clouds. He wasn't a hero. He didn't glow. He looked like a walking war crime. The Mercenary. The Black Wolf. Vespera didn't stand up. She sipped her tea.

Everybody ETA on the hour, we move before dawn to keep the element of surprise. Drawing on my bullet proof vest I feel it mould to my body. This is magically engineered armour designed to protect each species in its own way. Of course we are all different shapes so a generic piece was made and infused with magic to give it the ability to fit anything from a tiny fox to a huge ten foot bear. Then the assault begins as small explosions are set off to draw out the guards surroundingthe two labs, I don't know which one Dakota is in because no matter how hard I have tried to speak to her through our mate bond Ihaven't been able to make contact.

Natalia said. She turned her gaze to Kael. The commander was kneeling on the cracked cobblestones, his massive frame shivering as his body finalized its terrifying transformation. The obsidian crystalline armor had hardened into a sleek, impenetrable plate that covered the entire left half of his chest, shoulder, and arm, glowing with a deep, volcanic crimson vein structure. His left hand was a cluster of razor-sharp scythe-claws, each vibrating with a high-frequency hum that melted the stone beneath his palm. His right eye remained human—sharp, amber, and fixed on his Queen with an absolute, terrifying devotion.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Deep-set forest green eyes flecked with amber held a calm vigilance, much like Malik's. Tribal tattoo spirals peak out from a tailored, dark navy tunic of woven wool, its broad shoulders reinforced with leather pauldrons embossed in tribal knotwork. The tunic’s front panels overlap like scales, fastened by a hammered silver clasp shaped as interlocking spirals. His trousers are equally dark, cut slim to tuck into fur-lined boots polished to a soft sheen. Draped over one arm was a heavy cloak of midnight-black bear fur, the underside dyed forest-green to mirror Malik’s vigilant gaze. A silver circlet resting low on his brow, engraved with his tribe's crest.

The wounded bird rolled several times in the air, emitting a few guttural screeches of pain and it fled, flying away. Everyone who had seen what happened could not help but feel their backs prickly with fear. Whoever it was, the stranger was undoubtedly a Ninth-Grade Grandmaster. Yet even his great strength could neither injure nor harm the gigantic hawk one bit and driving it away was the most that he could do. Roar! A gargantuan black bear emerged from the dense thickets, lumbering at tens of meters tall, charging quickly like a black cyclone. Tongues of foul energies imbued its sturdy hide, enabling it to stomp up to a Range Rover and knocked it over.

He prepared what I am going to wear fewa days ago ao that I have an idea what to wear when that time happens. Makapal na black long sleeves, black pants, black ankle boots and suot ko. It has a protector to protect me from bullets and swords, but of course if the amount of pressure is put into it, it's still not safe and I still might die. May mga bulsa ito at chains na design making me look like a baddass. Nagsuot na din ako ng gloves saka sinukbit ang pana ko.