Oblivion Bound Armor Novels & Stories

He grunted, and a black light emanated from his body as a set of gleaming black armor instantly appeared on him. This was one of his trump cards as a general of the Sky Demon Kingdom—the Sky Demon Divine Armor! In Barry's prime, this armor could withstand a full-force strike from a martial celestial lord realm opponent. Now, suppressed to stage nine of the major martial god realm, it could still ignore a full-force attack from a martial celestial god. Therefore, Barry did not dodge a single one of Hoover's 81 strikes and took them head-on.

It hovered just out of reach, but as he stepped closer, the light spread and images began to form. A battlefield. Fire and smoke. Reapers torn apart by something unseen — something alive within the deathlight. And there — at the center — a woman cloaked in pale flame, her eyes silver and gold intertwined. The mark on her hand glowed, identical to the one that now bound Avery Delan. The shard’s voice filled his mind, soft and mournful: > The Soulbound were the bridge between light and shadow. Born of mortal death, reborn to hold the balance. The Council feared their will.

Its silver blade caught the first light of dawn. "For the kingdom." His voice carried across the valley. "For our future." Thousands of weapons rose into the air. A deafening roar answered him. Behind the front lines, Aurelia tightened the straps of her leather armor. It was lighter than royal battle gear, designed for movement rather than ceremony. Silver threads woven into the dark fabric shimmered faintly, recognizing the blood that flowed through her veins. She stared toward the battlefield. Thousands of lives. Thousands of choices. Thousands who would never return home. Lucian approached quietly.

"But I feel it now. I feel everything. I’m not scared anymore, Anna. I’m just angry." Anna pulled back, nodding solemnly. "Good. Use that anger. We're going to need it." Anna turned toward the center of the room. The 30th had arrived, and with it, the "Jameson" identity dissolved forever. She reached into the air, calling upon the McKinnley inheritance that now flowed through her like a river of molten gold. From the empty air, her battle armor materialized—crafted from dark, enchanted leather and reinforced with Filigree Silver that wouldn't burn her, but would melt any Devonshire who dared touch it.

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.

"Hmm, if you were wearing this armor while fighting it, I can see how you survived but it doesn't explain why those new toys of yours are so badly damaged so soon." "I wasn't wearing this armor yet. I was in standard gear sold by Senior Sam." Kirou said this while taking out a piece of metal from the furnace and started hammering. "If you weren't wearing this armor but those standard crap, how did you manage to deal with the overlord's tremor and berserk attacks?" Bladesmith asked this in confusion after Kirou pointed out the armor details. "Shadow Clones," was all Kirou said as he was focused on hammering the metal before him.