Oblivion Bound Armor Novels & Stories

"Get behind me!" ​The hound squeezed through the door, followed by two more. They were the size of horses, their bodies shifting and blurring like smoke in the wind. One lunged. Kael caught it on his shield, the force of the impact sending him skidding back. He sliced through the creature’s neck, but it didn't bleed—it simply reformed a second later. ​"You can't kill them while the field is up!" Kael shouted over the roars. "Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!"

And I had walked willingly into it. I stumbled toward the basin, splashing cold water on my face, trying to wash her out of me. But the harder I scrubbed, the more her presence clung. The way she trembled yet refused to break, the way she looked at me, not as master, not as husband by contract, but as a man. A man stripped bare. I cursed under my breath and forced myself to breathe, to rebuild my mask. By dawn I was dressed in my armor again black suit, tie knotted too tight, my reflection giving nothing away but sharp lines and discipline. A man in control.

The geezer quickly said fawningly, "Lord Lazuli is naturally worried about you, my lord. That's why he sent this armor over. It isn't just Noble grade—it is endlessly sturdy and enforced with defensive wards. Not even a rank ten Ether Lord can hope to pierce it!" As he finished, he took out a pill that shone with pure white radiance, and Ches' breath turned rushed as he exclaimed, "An Ether-grade blood pill too?!" "Indeed." The geezer smiled. "There are only three of such pills in all of Zoronda. As long as you aren't killed instantly, you can heal rapidly no matter how grievous the wound is! With this armor and the pill, Caleb Crawford is delusional if he hopes to defeat you!"

Curse on them all, he would now have to slay Olobiri quickly, which would be less than the madman deserves. His challenger already stood waiting. Olobiri, the skeleton smith, the bone gatherer, the bane of Benin was albino, tall and handsome. Nearly as tall as Arualan, wider at the shoulders with arms the size of tree trunks. Garbed in his terrible bleached bone armor, a large buffalo skull for helm sat firmly on his dreadlocked head. In each of his hands, he held a long-jagged knife made of bones; a collection of human skulls decorated his waist, clattering together in the evening breeze, finger bones taken from his victims, held together on a string was tied around his neck. Olobiri was ap

“Boy, just surrender!” With that, his palm strength became even more powerful than before, its momentum becoming more intense. “Surrender? Ridiculous!” As Andrius spoke, he took out something from his ring and put it on. It was a chainmail armor that was enveloped with true energy. Wilson’s father had prepared this for Wilson when he left the Dark Demon Sect. The armor had a certain defensive effect against the true energy of immortal cultivators, demonic cultivators, and fiend cultivators.

He took Damian’s hand and pulled him up. "But you still leave your left side open," Damian noted, tapping Leo’s ribs. "I'm working on it," Leo smiled. THE ARMORY We geared up. The Sanctuary Guard wasn't a ragtag militia anymore. Thanks to Seraphina’s funding and Ironclaw’s logistics, they were a modern army. Matte black armor woven with carbon nanotubes and silver thread. Assault rifles modified to fire depleted uranium rounds (for armor piercing) and hollow points filled with wolfsbane (for rogues). But for the Hollow Men, we needed something else. "Bone," Silas said, walking into the armory with a crate. "If they are anti-magic, metal might conduct their Null field. We go primitive." He op

he said, handing me some dried meat that had been in his belt pouch, then retrieved my sword and both our mail shirts, which were probably already setting to rust. “Throw them away.” I rested on my elbow as I watched him work, relishing in the sight of his nude physique. “I never want to wear armor again,” I continued, fully knowing that wearing it had previously been my goal. Tristan lifted his face, firelight glinting off his eyes. “We aren’t out of the Southern region yet, love. And no matter where we travel, there will be threats we’ll need to defend against. Besides, this mail is worth a small fortune and—” He broke off, giving his head a shake. “You don’t have to wear it, Andronika . I

Her delicate face was full of unconcealed depression, which was indescribably charming in Salvatore's eyes. Salvatore smiled and clinked glasses with her again as he asked, "The Bloodwing Battlegear is the only armor that Lu Bu has worn in the world. It's only right that your master treasured it." Then, Salvatore sighed. "It's said that the Bloodwing Battlegear can't be pierced by swords or spears, and even purple-rank weapons can't pierce it. That's why I specially came to Mount Hua and wanted to borrow it for a while."

Blood ran from his nose, Altheya shouted, “It’s not just her! Something’s fighting from within!” Sera reached for her blade “No! Break the circle and they both die!” The chamber shook The runes split, The fire became black. Suddenly, It stopped, Liora collapsed into Auren’s arms, Their auras linked. Calmed, The bond held, Barely. “She’s stable,” Altheya whispered. “But the flame... it fought us.” Aria’s voice was thin, “Because we’re not the only ones bonded now.” The man with star-born skin knelt before a colossal obelisk made of obsidian and bone, All around him, statues of forgotten gods stared without eyes, He lifted a tiny flame the one he’d taken.

Rowena smiles as she watches the love blooming and warming between Odessa and Levantus. “Child, I can give you some training, but a lot of what you have in you will be triggered along the way. Also, due to your bond, Levantus may end up receiving some gifts himself through you. It’s part of the balance between you. You are facing powerful enemies, that cursed wolf had a lot of powers he stole and a witch or two in his pocket. You’ll need to become stronger to be able to stand against them.”