Oblivion Bound Armor Novels & Stories

I walked through the aisle and the dome flowers glowed by my side as I walked. I smiled as I saw Yohan standing under the arbor in his handsome clothes. He was wearing a black leather pants which had laces styled from top to bottom on both of the outer sides. His shirt was plain white but his buttons weren’t straight. The button line moved as a semi circle from the beginning middle of his chest to the end right where it finished. His buttons were gold in color with a lot of luster and were neatly spaced. On his left shoulder he had a cloak with soft golden embroidery with white fur around the side-lines. The upper fur was thicker as compared to the rest of the side-lines. His crown was made

Steel flashed. Aurelian moved faster. His hand caught Elias’s wrist, and bone snapped like dry wood. Elias screamed, dropped the sword. Aurelian’s other hand wrapped around his throat, lifting him clean off the ground. His face was calm. Empty. Like something else had worn his skin like a mask. I took a step forward. “Enough.” He turned toward me and for a heartbeat the air itself seemed to bend around him. The bond was still gone, but I felt a pressure inside my chest, an ache that wasn’t fear but grief.

The world collapses down to one truth: He will never touch or hurt anyone again. I don’t stop when he goes down. I don’t stop when he curls in on himself, hands coming up too late, blood at his mouth. I stop only when a sound cuts through the fog. A sob from Libby. I turn and see Libby is on the floor behind the counter and curled in on herself. Her arms are wrapped around her head and she’s rocking slightly like she’s trying to disappear into the tiles. “No, no, no,” she whispers. “Please—please—”

“It would be best if you trained with it and familiarized yourself with it. A divine weapon is not merely a tool. It develops a connection with its master.” I nodded thoughtfully. “How about the armor?” I pointed toward the chest. “Drop your blood on it and bind it to your soul. It will become like a second skin, appearing whenever you summon it and protecting you from sneak attacks when danger approaches,” he replied. I did as he instructed. Allowing a drop of blood to fall onto the armor. Immediately, it glowed with a faint golden light. The armor rose from the chest on its own and wrapped around my body like flowing water before disappearing completely.

But every time I locked inside her, the glowing mark dimmed a little more. It was the only thing that worked. By late afternoon Lucian came to the door. His face was grim. “Alpha. The border is under attack. Something old. Something that smells like the curse.” I looked down at Elara, still knotted under me, her eyes glassy with pleasure and exhaustion. “Double the patrols,” I ordered. “I will join them after dark. No one enters this room while I’m gone. No one touches my mate.” When Lucian left, I knotted Elara one more time, slow and deep, eyes locked on hers.

When he finished speaking, Kirou looked at Bladesmith with a raised eyebrow. It was only now that Bladesmith realized why the armor on Kirou seemed so strong. It was made from the overlord of the northern swampland along with the elites of many races in there as secondary materials. Nodding his head, Bladesmith opened his mouth, "Since you got bones, you can leave 'em with me and I'll make you some claws and other weapons out of them if you have no plans on using them yourself."

, He asked when they started on the wheels. He was talking casually but Dayanne couldn't stop but look at him since he looked so hot in his position. His left arm was laid atop the open car window. The other arm lazily maneuvering the steering wheel. The shade of orange from the setting sun was on his side intensifying his well-cut jawline and cheekbones and the way his thick lashes hit his cheek.

Heat surges through my body, and for the first time, I’m aware of the crown floating above my head with colored spires glowing brightly. “Do you like our force field?” I pull the shield from my back. The action causes thin quills to grow from the harness and weave themselves around my body until they form a short protective dress made from the lightweight metal feathers of Hedone’s Stymphalian birds. Spaulders made of the Colchian dragon spread over my shoulders. As the body armor tightens to fit me, I roll my shoulders, grab the sword out of the compass rose, and take a defensive stance.