Oblivion Bound Armor Novels & Stories

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.

He was clad in armour that seemed to be made of moonlight. "My lady," he said, his voice echoing in the vast glass hall. "The war is lost. The Fallen Pantheon approaches. They will take you. They will break the Balance forever." Serelai's heart ached. She could feel the chaos approaching, a storm of hatred and greed that sought to consume all of creation. "I know," she said, her voice the sound of wind chimes and distant thunder. "There is a way," Ashiel said, stepping closer. His eyes burned with a desperate love. "A forbidden way. The Bloodbound Oath. Let me bind my life to yours. Let me be your shield, your strength. My pain for your safety. My life for your eternity."

But my father had forgotten a fundamental rule of biology. Armor is heavy, and the forest belongs to the wolves. The mercenaries were relying on thermal optics to spot our approach. I could hear the faint, high-pitched whine of their targeting lasers sweeping the tree line. But the Unbound’s secondary mutation had completely altered their physiology. The thick plates of quartz growing through their fur acted as perfect thermal insulators. To the mercenaries' scopes, the forest was completely empty. Killian reached the first line of trenches before a single shot was fired.

“We are worthy of your punishment!” A splash of icy blue, water-like line crawled in Vladimir’s golden irises, just as his body radiated with raging water. He towered over the crouching Elite. “Then so be it.” Before any of them could draw a breath, a water-like chain linked around their waists. Their screams rented the air as the chain slithered up to their neck. The door blasted open, revealing Xavier, the former king. He was wearing a golden metallic armor engraved with a disturbed lining.

So I was sure that Killian would break that barrier as soon as the shadow eaters whirling above the magic circle came in their full glory. And I was right. The shadow eaters with skull-like faces and green, flame-like bodies started slamming their bodies against the barrier. Their screeches cut through the silence on the grounds. Amor was ready in the special armour I had created with Aria. The armour was made up of alloy of metals that repelled all kinds of magic, be it dark or not. It had a golden lustre. I was sitting in the mansion's bedroom. “Zeve… I am leaving,” Amor said.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

he whispered, his eyes glowing dimly, his voice a low whisper, “I bind the strands of fate, shape the invisible, and reveal long-hidden truths.” The third figure stepped forward, his towering frame draped in armor so ancient. The sheer size of him was intimidating, but his voice carried a steady calm, like a mountain unshaken by storms. “I am the Warden of Steel. I am both the shield and the blade, unyielding and resolute. None pass through this citadel without proving their worth.” Gaia’s breath hitched as an older man approached, his steps measured, his pale tattoos glowing faintly with a soft blue light. His frail appearance carried an undeniable aura of wisdom, and his calm voice seemed

The leader, who was dressed in black like the other guys, had a very dark aura surrounding him; he was bulkier and taller than me and George and appeared stronger. His hand near his palm area was bleeding due to a gunshot, he hissed in pain and looked toward his intruder, oh that’s me, with bloodshot eyes. "You little snug, I will kill you and chop you into every possible piece I can." He roared, and for a split second I felt scared when he fisted his hand, ignoring the flowing blood and, I guess, pain as well, if only he was feeling. I gulped and turned to face my brother, who was already staring at me; he nodded nervously and stood with his right hand supporting his left hand; only then di

Not because they posed a threat, but they were part of Vacio's plan to annihilate White Day. But how? That ArmorBoy has a unique set of eyebrows, long earlobes, and cornrows-styled hair that was tied back into a ponytail by a clasp was tough. He donned an armor for his attire that was indestructible. He only broke though his armor when he used his remnant magic, but he was sure he can wear another set of armors in replacement.