Mordred Armor Novels & Stories

She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded. They left the library with the new book tucked under Raven’s arm. Two days later they dressed for war. Raven wore fitted black leather reinforced with silver-threaded mail—light enough for a child, strong enough to turn a glancing blade. Over it, the crimson cloak Victoria had given her, now edged with protective runes sewn by the castle’s enchanters. Victoria wore obsidian scale armor that gleamed like wet blood, a short curved blade at her hip, and a cloak the color of fresh night.

Emerging through the trees like a phantom. For once he wasn't dressed in his black suit. This time he wore black, plated armor that the light didn't touch, and so it was left dull and shadowed. As shadowed as the depths of his grey eyes, and the death that was promised as he gave a slow, wicked grin. Lord Vince Mortem was on the battle-field. [Ambrose]

But he felt a powerful flow of Power emanating from the dressing room. With difficulty opening the closet with his paw, Tristan picked up the contents with his claws and dragged out a neat stack of clothes. The young man was so surprised that he sat down and began to look at what he had found: it was his armor, but altered to fit wider shoulders. In addition to the moonstone, blood-scarlet crystals gleamed on the chest, from which dark Power emanated. Vragenn decided to keep Selene’s armor for himself, and even strengthened it in his own way! Well, it seems that the Lord was taken by surprise, because he never put on the armor.

The commander waited outside the door, her hands crossed behind her back, her face facing the village, while the light illuminated her face highlighting her beauty disfigured by the huge scar on her neck. The golden and pink hair on the nape of the neck was braided, while the others were loose, with waves of soft locks running down the shoulders and behind the back. As he went out and closed the door behind him, Doreon noticed the girl's clothing, certainly not in keeping with Mihdel's customs: women never wore armor, just as they did not hold any weapon. Yet she, despite being Mihdel's, wore armor and behind her back had two scabbards with two swords, the belts were tied in front of the arm

These armors were the property of the Valdez family, seemingly referred to as the Mad Dragon Armor. From what Adrian had previously understood, the Mad Dragon Armor was incredibly precious. The Dragoria military had once spent five hundred billion gold, yet only managed to order five hundred sets. This meant that a single set of Mad Dragon Armor cost a staggering ten billion.

Her calves now protected with silver and gold greaves. Morgans cuirass changed from bronze to gold and silver. Her plain leather skirt adorned with gold and silver as were her gauntlets and greaves. I dressed Briseis in similar armor to Morgan’s. Only difference her greaves went over knees. Last but not least Dean. I bestowed on him angel armor. My army may look small but make no mistake we could easily enslave all who walk the earth and beyond.

It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it. Prince Thorn and his mate, Princess Ariana, were with us. Thorn's armour was also made from Phaikón Árgyron. Instead of being mail, it was an intricately designed chest plate. Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated.

Moriah was gazing at his reflection. His tight black armor was made from iron, the breastplate was lined with transmuted thin craft of gold, the symbol of his army Wolf was carved in the left side of the plate. He saw his gesture in the mirror, as cold as always, two piercing and cruel eyes, small stubble around his chin. He blinked, slightly wondering why he was looking at himself, it was unlike of him. It was also a big day for him.

’ He snickered and made his worst mistake when he turned his back on Aurora, 'Night is day, Day is night Take this man Out of my sight.’ She hissed and in a puff of smoke Mordred disappeared, his men gasped in shock scanning the room for him, ‘What the fuck?’ ‘Where did he go?’ They tried to advance on Aurora only to be met with three huge wolves baring their teeth ready to attack surrounding her, ‘Where is he Witch?’ Their Leader stepped forward drawing his gun Mordred may have been centuries old like his enemy the Warlock but they were modern guards and they used modern weapons.

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A