Mordred Armor Novels & Stories

He wore a burgundy jacket over his white shirt and black slacks, his black boots contained black laces that were tied up in a neat and orderly manner. "That was in the past" the woman in blue scoffed lightly as she smiled and nodded at Merlia's direction. Surprised Merlia was left speechless for the sudden interaction meanwhile Mordred quickly placed an arm in front of his sister protectively. Seeing this the woman in blue hummed with a content smile. "See what I mean, they look innocent enough Alfred. Why must you assume that they would want to start another war?" the woman asked with a serene smile as she looked at her companions with an expectant look.

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.

"My father said that there were two mysterious powers in this different world. One was the power of light that represented the light, and one was the power of destruction that represented the darkness. In that world, the war between light and darkness never ended. Eventually, a Dark Lord came along, and the world of Light chose seven Light Warriors, for whom they forged seven sets of Light Armor to fight off the Dark Lord. In the end, six of the seven Light Warriors died in battle. The last Light Warrior was battling against the Dark Lord when he was brought into a different world." Albus took a moment to catch his breath, then continued, "Eventually, the Light Warrior and the Dark Lord both

He followed at her pace, then "I'll teach you if you want to?" Her glance was emotionless "Oh? You want to teach me how to kill you?" "Teach you how to fight, you cannot kill me" She stopped, but her back remained to him "Fine then" she turned around "Teach me—" —Vlad was getting into his armor now, Annette watched him as he inspected it, she couldn't help find him attractive in those, the plate armor dark grey, its shine lost a long time ago, the chainmail even so. Underneath was the maroon dressing made of cloth and leather, he left the helmet laying and strapped the sword to his hip.

Zane looks at the gear and walks forward to the counter and asks, "what's this? Can you explain it to me? I'm a new shopper." "This is the finest craft I have. Magic infused armor that uses your mana to provide a physical defense. And this sword is 'Mronie'. Crafted from the finest metal anyone can find, which is 'Prijon', it's infused with magic as well to make it lighter," the shopkeeper explained thoroughly and politely. "Does he even have any Gold or silver to pay for all that?" Clarissa asked Lucia. "I'm not sure as well," Lucia bluntly said. "If he doesn't have any, looks like we'll have to pay for it ourselves," Lucia added.

My back arched as a searing pain exploded between my shoulder blades. And then— Wings. Not feathered. These were leathered, thick, veined with crimson and black. They tore through my shirt like it was paper. My cloak dissolved, replaced by armor that shimmered with shadows. Pieces of it clamped onto me from nowhere—shoulder plates, gauntlets, boots—all soaked in the essence of the realm. My face was last. My fangs dropped. Sharp. Long. Too long. My breath came heavy. I stood in front of the mirror now. The real one. The cursed one.

He nudged his head to the guards and they were on me again, they grabbed my arms and I didn’t bother fighting. A figure was waiting at the hall, blond hair rolled in a messy bun that somehow complemented his high cheekbones that looked like they had never worn a smile before. His dressing was different, a little armored but expensive. Even with all the gold Alpha Kanes took from others, he never did care about the pack guards. And I realized he was the man I would be sold to. He wasn't the rogue Alpha, because the rumors had mentioned his eyes to be dark and lifeless.

Alvitir finalized. The sun was blindingly annoying, and needlessly blistering. It was at a degree that caused Mordeu’s body to release fluids from the pores on his skin. His hair was held up high into a short ponytail just because of the radiation from the sun. It could’ve been the new clothes he was wearing that resulted in this sudden discomfort, but surely the blame can sit nowhere but on the sun. The new clothes he was wearing were the uniform assigned to each person; a simple, yet classy combat outfit that made Mordeu grimace because of the undeniable similarity it possessed to the attire he had seen on Kai. He was without a weapon—not like he needed one—and only the elves, the witches,

Instead of a whole rescue party composed of Guild members, it's four teenagers--one of them Heather. They're going up against a sea of Silver Hunters, doing their best. The boys shift into a wolf and a gorilla, and the smallest girl has a sword she probably got off the wall. She can barely lift it, but she looks determined regardless. "Nora!" Heather slams some kind of talisman against a Silver Hunter's side and the man yelps. "What is this, a suicide mission?" Cupping my hands, I summon the elements. A wall of fire emerges in one part of the hall, blocking half the Silver Hunters.

There was also a shield, with a magnificent and ferocious griffin embossed on the face of the shield. The only other things in the trunk were the full chainmail armour, an elaborate waist belt, a leather pouch, a set of tubular bells and cloak with the coat of arms of the Zumerongs which was a magnificent and ferocious griffin, standing tall and proud, embroidered with threads of gold, silver and copper; the image was so life like and imposing that just a glance at the magnificent image commanded respect.