Oblivion Bound Armor Novels & Stories

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.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

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

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.

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.

“Not long after joining together, during our travels we were attacked by five rogues. We could scent them at first, but my instincts alerted both of us of the danger before the attack. Using my training and daggers, I fought as best as I could, but we only took two of the five down and were starting to lose. I heard Arius cry out and something inside me bubbled up. An energy from within me, abilities of my protector side came out, and it was like an electric shock. Suddenly, Arius was blessed and I could feel energy surge through him. Next thing I knew, the last three rogues were dead and we were victorious. There was a change between Arius and I. We both could feel new branches of power ins

I said. He raised a brow. “Different how?” “Less armored,” I replied. “Like you forgot to put something back on.” “That only happens with you.” “That sounds dangerous.” “It is.” I moved closer and rested my head on his shoulder. “Then why do you continue it?” “I see you anyway,” he said. “Armor, armor or not.” I traced just a minute line slowly along his chest with my fingertip, not seductive, just curious. I’d never had the room to be curious before. We were used to surviving with everything between us.