Kratos Black Bear Armor Novels & Stories

Damn, that hurt! Just as the bear was about to grab me by the scruff, I caught sight of Kos — he had jumped onto the beast’s back and was stabbing at its neck with a knife. The same hunting knife I had found earlier. He’d liked it so much, he’d been carrying it ever since — and I was very glad about that right now. The bear began to weaken, but still had enough strength to throw Konstantin off. He swung again, hitting Kos’s arm. The blow landed on his forearm, and I prayed he hadn’t broken it. Rage flared through me like fire.

Attached to the end were four high-grade assault rifles and two heavy suits of tactical body armor. "I've hacked the rig's automated defenses," the Ghost said. "You have a five-minute window to board before they reboot. Move." Leo grabbed one of the rifles, checking the chamber. He handed the other to Silas. Silas winced as he took it, his shoulder screaming, but his grip was steady. "Armor," Silas said. They strapped on the kevlar vests. It was bulky, heavy, but it made them look like soldiers. Leo helped Silas tighten the straps, his hands lingering on Silas’s chest.

He was met by his kind smile as Kaylus watched him attentively. "I was watching you." Kaylus looked at him, his eyebrows scrunched on his forehead. "But how? There's no one here though?," he murmured, his eyebrows furrowing further. "Oh! But I did felt some strange tingle on my nape, sire. Like—, like someone was watching me..." His Master chuckled as he clapped his hand once. An object materialized on his right palm. He held it close enough for Kaylus to see. It was a handheld mirror, with gold coating on it's handle and rim.

Spiked Cestus [B] x2 Ragnarok Armaments Heavy Repeater SM [B] — Mad Monk’s Charlatan had a sleek frame, but was heavily armored. Similar to Kali’s Rakshasa, his arms had an extra layer of armor. On top of that, his arms terminated in thick and wide spikes that were clearly designed to severely dent armor rather than penetrate it.

I roared, slamming my claws into my own chest. “Knight! Stop..you’re hurting yourself!” Tracy screamed. But I ignored her, my claws dug deep until they burned, my body shaking with pain. My vision blurred, but I pushed harder, past flesh, past bone, until I felt my Lupin soul, the very heart of my wolf and beast. It pulsed in my hand, a small sphere of black and gold light, glowing like a dying star. As I piled it out my chest felt hollow, my strength draining fast, but I didn’t hesitate.

Of course, it's a secret medicine, concocted with rare ingredients known only to me and the mad scientist Black Lotus. I also helped prepare by changing my clothes for bulletproof armor and making myself immune to wolf bane. My head is attached to a bulletproof helmet, and I have boots that can adjust the movement during the fight. Before leaving, I took the time to drink a liquid formula for strengthening stamina and vision. Outside the cave were ready cars, along with my members, who stood beside the body of the car. They all looked down, then entered the car at the same time. Meanwhile, I got into the Jeep with Franz and one of the other drivers.

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

Lucas I sat still and allowed Ryker to put me into my wrestling outfit. It was custom-made for me, a red bone — the symbol of our pack— sown on the posterior side of the black outfit. Ryker did buckles at both sides of me, running behind me to do up the buttons and bending over to get my gladiator boots. They had been brushed and mended by skilled fingers, looking almost good as new. Once he was done lacing the boots, he walked around to fetch my leather belt. He found it hanging off a window and cursed at the careless attendants.

My hair fell over my face and tears threatened to betray my pride. Before I could think of what to do next, a roar that shook the ground beneath my feet sounded in the direction of Brax, and three bodies smashed into the wall almost crashing into Drake. Brax was partly shifted. Black scales covered his entire body. His eyes were glowing crystal blue with black slits for pupils. His mouth held rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth, ready to tear flesh from bone. His claws were razor sharp and at the ready.