Mordred Armor Novels & Stories

But, again, she was being nice as she didn't have the right to object. The armor was forged from the finest silver, intricately etched with ancient symbols that symbolized strength and protection as Alpha Raven had explained to her. It hugged her form snugly, providing both flexibility and durability. The chest plate featured a magnificent wolf emblem, a testament to her status as a member of the pack and a warrior in her own right. Her gauntlets were crafted from reinforced leather, offering a combination of dexterity and defense. Each finger was equipped with silver claws, honed to deadly precision. A silver-trimmed cloak billowed behind her, offering an ethereal aura as she moved.

She didn’t know if she could heal with her magic, but she would try. “Healing spells have been woven in my magic robe. By the time morning arrives, I will be fully healed,” Milton let everyone know. “How come armors don’t have wards and spells?” Hudde asked. “Because armor used by Paladins is made from magic ore, and everyone knows you can’t put spells on armor or weapons made from magic ore,” replied Rhobart.

After being regaled by the new merchandise, Theo purchased an Elvish hybrid armor, which enchanted his clothes to stay intact when shifting and the armor morphed it's shape whether he was in human form, wolf or lycan or celestial form or hybrid forms. The armor was crafted by blacksmiths in The Great Willow Tree and made from metal mined by dwarfs in the Silver Star Mountains. There were enchanted gems and crystals from the Crystalline Forest that cloaked the wearer from view and projected out a shield of energy. The shield lasted as long as the wearer’s mental endurance could hold out. For lycan warriors, it would be a piece of cake. Before he departed, Theo was quickly persuaded to put the

After the armor was crafted, it was sent to the fae to enchant it with high magick. They placed enchantments of increased stamina, endurance, healing, quickness, and strength upon it. They were each given to members of supernatural royalty; vampires, werewolves, warlocks, fae, angels, and so on, received the armor. Mine is attuned to my electrical energy. It is a deep dark black with veins of crimson-colored living blood flowing through it. It is light armor and fits me like a glove. The matching sword is called the Deathslayer, as its power is that which can even defy death, himself.

As Roland galloped through the streets, his elegant linen garments billowed in the breeze, offering glimpses of the sturdy chainmail and armour concealed beneath. The sight of the armour caused the citizens to widen their eyes in recognition. It was clear that Roland's attire was of the highest quality. Their assumptions were spot-on. For this particular outing, I had equipped Roland with Grade III magic chainmail and armour, meticulously refined by the system. His attire was tailor-made to complement his class as a Demonic Monk, ensuring unrestricted movement and durability in battle. "Did you see that guy? There's something about him that's just captivating. It's like my eyes are fixated o

Qiu Yunping pursed his lips and rested lazily on the sofa with his legs crossed like a playboy. "Okay, you are all old friends of Xihe Auction House. Everyone knows the rules. Now, let's start with the first item." Mo Nai clapped his hand. Then a young man with a foul aura took an item and stepped forward. It looked rather large and was covered in a black cloth. Mo Nai unveiled it. In an instant, it shone with a dazzling golden light. A set of golden armor appeared. "This is Grandleaf Redgold Armor constructed from red gold. Once activated, it will improve your combat strength by a level. You will be able to bear a palm strike from an expert at the Great Completion of the Earth Immortal Real

Neither Mom nor Dad spared me a backward glance. From that day onward, I learned to stand on my own two feet. I had to take care of myself. I was only six years old when I faced the loneliness, the danger, and the helplessness of life on my own. I forced myself to be strong and resilient. I forced myself to be independent. I made sure to build a tough armor around myself to protect myself from harm. My armor was close to perfect during my childhood and teenage years. However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor.

The four of us parted ways to prepare, with them tucking in their children for the night, looking toward an uncertain future. I let my powers flow over my body. If I can create a key, a bird, and a blade with my powers… Why not armor? My mist swirls around me, casting me in tough, hard armor in a soft blue that hugs my body like a glove. When the mist settles, I’m totally covered up to the chin. I take a few steps away from the table, crossing through the door of the armory into the wide, open training area. I break into a jog, then a sprint, leaping and shifting mid flight. The armor made of mist shifts with me, turning to armor that covers my wolf.

They knew that the risk they were taking was great, but as it rarely happened, they accepted the risks, and the truth is that no noble house produced as many half-breeds as that house. Sure, then loyalty had to be blind, but they wouldn't grow old or suffer from illnesses. The benefit, to their weak minds, was worth their risk. That didn't make them braver, and getting between Mordred and protecting the girl was out of the question. Mordred had ten children, each of them by a different vampire. His destined companion had died at his hands; no one remembers why, and all the other women who gave birth to his children died prematurely.

Astrid guessed in awe. "Yes, you are right. I also want to hand over a set of clothes, pants, and a pair of shoes made of my father's dragon scales for you to wear as protection. This armor is powerful, elastic, fire-resistant, and can adapt to weather conditions. At least you can protect yourself on the way," said Edmund. "Thank you, Edmund. Is it okay for you to give this precious artifact to me?” Astrid asked incredulously. Sorcerers must have hunted down magic artifacts of this kind because they were rare and powerful.