Little Pony Shining Armor Novels & Stories

"It's a girl!" I turned and ran towards the white horse as the men chased after me, then clambered on top of it. I'd never ridden a horse before—my father usually said it was just for warriors—but I settled comfortably enough into the saddle. As the men reached the horse, I kicked its side with enough force to send it running through the forest, heading west. The men behind me never relented. They continued to race after me—some even changed into their wolf forms—but the horse was considerably faster, just a head ahead of them. I scanned the area for Alexander as I reached the border of the forest to the west, then spotted him.

Lily looked at Amity, then turned to Elias and said: "I told you, I don't know martial arts." "I'll teach you." Amity stretched her arms out in front of her, her eyes closed, her mouth saying a spell. Suddenly, around, many thin streams of light like smoke gathered on her hands, white smoke sparkling like silver streams forming crescents on both hands. “It's amazing!” Lily gasped at what happened before her eyes. Up until now, she had only seen such things in cinematography, or magic. Amity held two scythes and swung them to create beautiful light streaks in the air. The decisive stance of the arm, the body wearing armor and the inherent cold face make Amity like an extremely brave warrior.

Gawain nodded decisively. The horse then bows to Gawain, from its back sprouted Pegasus wings and from its forehead a unicorn horn. He grew up and got the bearing of a beautiful war horse. -You, Gawain, the youngest son of the great mage, is now my new master.- Said the white horse as he touched his horn on Gawain's forehead. A thin light enveloped the body of Gawain and from it a golden armor materialized. -This armor protects you from any evil you wish to ward off, and will let in any blows you allow.- Explained the horse.

“Now, that I’m kneeling on the correct knee, my princess, will you marry me and let me be your knight in shining armour as long as I live? And I don’t really care if your name means night, I will shine on you whenever it’s dark.” And it was a miracle she was able to stop herself from bursting out crying at those words. “I love my family,” she said and paused so she could stop her voice from trembling and glanced again at her family behind her—they were all smiling and her mother was crying— before looking at Ambert and staring deep into his eyes. “So I will respect their vote.” She paused again and smiled, she felt her lips quivering. “And since you’re kneeling on the correct knee like what

Her hair was bound in a high ponytail of gleaming black hair. Her armor gleamed silver, glowing almost like burning blood in the fading sunlight. “Who is that?” “The queen,” Tom said with a haunted tone. “Only the vampire queen wears silver armor.” “That’s Daphne?” Rex asked. “Daphne,” Arthur breathed in relief, seeing her alive and seemingly well. Her eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed as she drew a bright, gleaming sword that was inlaid with glowing crystals. Tom gasped. “T-That’s impossible.”

Kōjin (flaming beard trembling with pride): “It was forged for the daughter I knew would burn bright enough to outshine every warlord who ever tried to wear it. You’re not conquest, kid. You’re hearth-fire that learned how to roar.” Seras turns to us. The armor catches the dawn and throws it back a thousand times brighter. Seras (tears evaporating into tiny suns): “I look like a shogun magical girl and I’m not even mad.” Lucian drops to one knee (not forced, just overwhelmed). Lucian (soft thunder): “My sun… you were always armor. Now the world just matches the truth.” Remy whistles low. Remy: “Remind me never to piss you off again.”

"I love you Silver. I love you with my entire being." "You have made me the strongest man, now, I will go and fight for our love and I will win. For you I will." Shinja waved Silver bye and went into Brown's room. In Brown's room she wished him good luck and walked out. She did not kiss him but pecked him on his right cheek. The Arena The princes were finally staged in the arena each in his corner. Silver wore silver armor representing his kingdom. Brown wore armor colored caramel to depict his kingdom. The same colors adorned their corners respectfully. Bolton sounded the gong and the fight begun.

And in walks Prince Ronan. He is taller than I expected. Broad shoulders. Golden hair that catches the torchlight. A sharp jaw and an easy smile. He wears dark blue armor with silver trim—the colors of the Eastern Court. Behind him, twelve elite warriors walk in perfect formation. But it is his eyes that catch me. Green. Bright. Alive. He looks around the hall like he owns it. His smile does not fade. He seems... kind. That is not a word I usually use for powerful wolves.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

He throws me a glare before disappearing out the window that Lyza slides open. She glanced at me with an amused smile. "I only heard half of that conversation," she chuckles. "He's just being a baby because I won't let him have his armor back," I sigh. "Armor?" "Yeah, it's a special metal that goes over his talons, he can cause a lot more damage with them, so I've kept them hidden. He used to kill people when he was upset," I explain. "Wow I'm kinda starting to miss when my life wasn't so crazy," she murmurs with a sigh.