Oblivion Bound Armor Novels & Stories

The human girl presented the third auction item, which was a suit of dark red demonic armor. "This is a Nine-scaled Dragon Armor. Its user can withstand a blow from a master at the Immortal Level. The reserve price is five thousand pieces of Fire Spinel, and the highest bid price is unlimited." Nick finished speaking as fast as he could and then looked at Chu Xun expectantly. Compared with the Yin and Yang Ghost Mask, the Nine-scaled Dragon Armor was more favored by the people at the auction. To wear this armor was to have one more life. The bid price of the Nine-scaled Dragon Armor quickly rose to ten thousand pieces of Fire Spinel.

The energy wasn’t malevolent, but it was potent—far too potent for a child. “Safe from what?” I asked, my voice trembling. The figure turned to me, their hood still obscuring their face. “From the shadows that haunt your nightmares. From those who claim her.” Tay stepped closer, his voice sharp. “And why should we trust you?” The figure held Amethyst for a moment longer before carefully placing her back in my arms. “You may not trust me, Alpha, but you will trust the bond. That bracelet carries the protection from the darkness. A tether that can not be severed.”

Damien "Oh…… yeah! Fuck," I groaned and almost cum inside her but I immediately withdrew and pushed her away. She screamed and fell to the ground in tears. Ignoring her endless sobs, I pick up my phone that has been ringing endless on the side table. **The Shadow Cartel** our mafia group name flashing as the caller ID, gaining my attention. The Shadow Cartel was the largest and first mafia group to have ever existed in the whole world before *The Nightfall Legion* which was Alexander's own came into existence.

It howled through the iron battlements, carrying the scent of ancient glaciers, frozen ash, and a strange, metallic static that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Below us, stretching as far as the eye could see under a starless, obsidian night sky, lay the white expanse of the Frost-Bite Continent. I was wrapped in a sweeping winter mantle of midnight-blue wool lined with thick snow-fox fur. Underneath, my titanium armor hummed with a quiet, continuous heat, powered by the five-fold bond thrumming softly in my blood. The Star-Metal Crown was stowed safely in the armored command transport behind us, but the Sovereign mark on my collarbone burned through my dark tunic, casting a faint si

He had thought of naming them earlier; he would call them the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies with Metallic Armor. 'Since they're zombies with metallic armor, they should receive better armor.' Lucas activated the Points Mall in his mind and started to search for something. Ripple Metallic Armour: Capable of increasing one’s defense by 10 percent. Price: 10000 points. Lucas bought 18 Ripple Metallic Armors without a second thought. Subsequently, with the Fusion Grid in his mind, he equipped the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies with Ripple Metallic Armor. All of a sudden, the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies became genuine 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies with Metallic Armour.

The Gathering Storm By evening, the news of the northern anomaly had been contained, but the air within the Obsidian Ridge Citadel crackled with an undeniable, heavy tension. Inside the grand armory, Caelum and Lyra stood side-by-side before a long table of polished black steel, strapping on their final pieces of battle regalia. Caelum wore his imperial coat of midnight black, edged with heavy silver thread and rune etched shadow plates protected his broad chest. Lyra slipped into the armor of her elite queen, a sleek, skin-tight bodysuit of obsidian leather and white-gold solar quartz, humming with divine energy. The matching Soul-Bind mark on her thigh throbbed, as did the intricate crest

“Were you stopped? Followed?” “No.” Bella's concern is dismissed with a curt shake of her head. “I know the gravity of the risk, but I am a Secondary warrior.” She rebukes Bells with a subtle scowl, the way a parent would to a child for misbehaving. She places an emphasis on her title, an invisible badge of honor. If not for the bond we created years ago, mere minutes before I made my escape, I would question her loyalty, too. Yet, Bonnie gave me something that she has provided to no other. A vow. A vow so strong and unbreakable that I am unable to doubt her intentions.

Zuberi growls under his breath, typing another message with aggressive thumps of his small fingers. She is putting the armor on right now! He is picking her up at dusk! If you don't show your face at the Eclipse Den, I am personally helping the Northern Lord pack her bags! While Zuberi fumes in the corner, I step behind the dressing screen and fasten the moon-iron scales over my torso. The armor molds perfectly to my body, light as a second skin yet tough enough to stop a broadhead arrow. The flared silver greaves trail down like a sea-serpent’s tail, catching every flicker of the torchlight.

Bloodbound. My wolf snarled, hackles rising. These weren’t wolves anymore. They were weapons. A laugh slithered out of the cave. “Try.” Jace’s voice….. The bond flared violently, Ivy’s scream shredding through my skull. I stumbled, rage flooding me so hard I thought I’d black out. The Bloodbound lowered their spears as one, the runes on their armor glowing until the night turned violet. “Shields!” Rowan barked, but the ground pulsed before he finished, a wave of magic slamming us backward. I dug my claws into the snow, teeth bared, blood roaring in my ears.

However, the defence and speed gained slightly more points than before. === Item: Steel Silk Armour Description: Crafted from Veiled Violet’s Veil. Stats: Defence +10%, Speed +10% (Includes robe and shoes) === Inspecting Paul’s newest creation, Zen knew who this armour would suit. If Zen had a higher base stat distribution for speed and defence, it would be perfect for battles. For now, it was a pleasant armour to wear when travelling. “It feels very comfortable,” Zen noted. “The fit is just perfect. I thought it would be a little too long.”