Oblivion Bound Armor Novels & Stories

"That is where Aidan moved the primary lab. It is the only building with a dedicated power grid and independent oxygen scrubbers." Sora adjusted the grip on his knife. He could see them. At least twenty tactical officers in full Corvin gear. They weren't just guards. They were wearing specialized silver-mesh armor designed to reflect Shifter attacks. He felt the frequency in his blood surge, humming against the back of his neck where Vardan had burned the tracker. The scar was tight, pulling at his skin, a constant reminder of the parasite that had lived inside him. "The armor they wear has a weakness," Vardan said, his voice a low rumble beside Sora’s ear. "The joints at the neck and the ba

Fifteen. "Now," I breathed. The response was instantaneous. From the cliffs above, the Unbound didn't shoot arrows; they dropped heavy, spherical canisters of pressurized salt-mist—the only thing that made silver-laced armor brittle. The canisters shattered with a sharp pop, creating a dense, opaque fog that blinded the soldiers. Pandemonium erupted. The soldiers, disoriented and suddenly lacking traction on the slick, salt-coated stone, stumbled. I didn't wait. I surged forward, the silver magic in my blood erupting with a violence I hadn't yet dared to test.

His heart was hammering against his ribs, a dark, addictive mixture of terror and desire pulling him deeper into the labyrinth. He stopped outside Vault 3. The bronze status plate read OCCUPIED. Julian reached out, his fingers resting on the heavy brass handle. He turned it, pushed the heavy door open, and stepped into the room. The vault was dimly lit, illuminated only by recessed floor lights casting long shadows across velvet-covered pedestals displaying rare sculptures and locked glass cases of estate jewelry. The heavy oak door clicked shut behind him, locking automatically. Before Julian could turn around, a massive hand reached out from the gloom, gripping his throat with firm, unyiel

“Here is the armor of Vuolas, the ring of attraction. Unfortunately, I cannot give you a paralyzing blade, it was taken by the leader of the Fury Clan Lasters, so I dare to offer a protective strike gauntlet. This weapon is made of a unique alloy, the secret is unfortunately lost, it perfectly protects the hand and can attack from a distance with a powerful pushing blow with a minimum of magical energy, which is why it is valued. The keeper bowed his head meekly. Brook-ta-man looked at the artifacts with satisfaction. - Well, the glove will do too, I'll change the strategy, and that's all. He took the armor and deftly put it under his clothes. The steel plates of Vuolas's armor were unusuall

Vale moved in front of Lyra without hesitation, Ronan flanking her left side, Cassian her right, Malachai behind. “I hate that this formation makes sense,” Cassian muttered. Vale’s voice vibred low. “Silence.” The storm pulled itself inward, folding, compressing— until a figure stepped out. A tall silhouette in armor carved from pale bone. Antlers curled from its helm like sharpened branches, each one inscribed with lines of ancient script. The armor was not dead material—it breathed, faint flashes of silver and red pulsing under its surface like veins. And the air around it…

"This isn't mere decoration. The gold is pure, first of all—worth a small fortune on its own. But more importantly, it's been *bound*." A murmur rippled through the crowd. Even Kael felt a cold shock of understanding. Binding magic. Blood magic. The kind that was forbidden in most of the civilized realms because of how thoroughly it could control another being. "The collar is keyed to the buyer," Grayson explained. "A simple blood ritual, completed at the time of sale. Once bound, she'll be unable to flee, unable to raise her hand against you, unable to disobey direct commands. Think of it as... insurance. Even if her wolf somehow emerged despite her latent nature, she'd be completely under

The ground shifted as three Architects—the ten-foot giants of glass—stepped out from the shadows of the Obelisk. But these weren't like the ones at the border. These were wearing Thorne Security armor. "They’ve merged," Julian whispered, raising his weapon. "The tech and the monsters. They’re evolving." The Battle for the Foundation Aero Charging a "Supernova" punch to crack the Obelisk's base. Critical (Draining fast) Lyra Maintaining a "Void Shield" to stop the green beams. High (Strained)

As soon as James fell to the ground, several bolts of lightning immediately emerged from the Elysian Inscription and bombarded the area where James had fallen. Several of the Infinity Steles quickly zoomed over and blocked the lightning strikes. Swoosh! A figure shot up from the caved-in surface. The moment James rushed up to the sky, countless strands of black mist seeped out of his body and shrouded it to form black armor. The shape of the armor was very unusual and it seemed to be made from the Demonic Lotus’ petals. James was forced to use Ten Thousand Demon Art and deploy the Natal Lotus to create protective armor for himself. As long as he could prevent his body from sustaining damage

Scorpion froze, his finger inches from the button. Dominic pulled at his tie roughly, loosening it from his neck. With one hand, he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Then he started rolling up the sleeves of his shirt slowly, one after the other Without another word, he began to march down the hallway, Scorpion fell in step behind him, silent, watching carefully. And Amara… she had just touched the door handle. She didn’t know she was being watched.

The scent hadn’t left him. All through drills, all through the council’s chatter, all through the quiet moments where he should have been focusing on Crescent’s needs, it haunted him. Ash. Stone. Iron. Faint, clinging, unnatural in the way it threaded through Liora’s cloak and hair. It wasn’t Crescent. It wasn’t Shadowclaw. It was older. And it had purpose.