Oblivion Iron Armor Novels & Stories

"We have something for you. Something to make sure everyone knows exactly who they're dealing with." They set the cases down on the table. Silas clicked the latches and swung the lid open. My breath hitched. Resting in the foam was a suit of armor unlike anything I’d ever seen. It wasn't the dull silver of the guard or the black of the scouts. It was a deep, bruised crimson—the color of drying blood, polished to a mirror sheen. "It’s dark red," I whispered, reaching out to touch the cold metal of the breastplate.

The heavy iron collar around Valerie’s neck hummed with a low, parasitic vibration. It was forged from specialized suppressive alloys cold, heavy, and engineered specifically to keep a rogue’s inner beast completely paralyzed. Every step she was forced to take down the subterranean corridors of the Ironclaw fortress felt like dragging blocks of concrete. She wasn't just in a packhouse; she had been dragged into the absolute belly of the beast.

I look at the different image that# the mirror shows me, Abrina taught me how to produce the natural armor that covers my body with magic, a steel that covers me from head to toe, not allowing access to my body. “You look beautiful, Alissa. And it will certainly protect us during our fight" I relax and the armor crumbles "We can do incredible things, this is one of them" Abrina's armor covers her body and in her hand the steel reproduces several pointed spears "We can win" she says with a conviction that reaches my heart that I was practically accepting that in the end I would have to do something for the people of Akira to live in peace. “We can,” I say and smile.

Around the massive siege engine, the Ironhead militia had set up a perimeter. They looked completely out of place in the opulent commercial district. Sixty mud-covered, exhausted scavengers from the Rust Belt, clad in captured Blackwatch armor, were currently barricading the entrances to luxury synth-silk boutiques using overturned benches and shattered holographic projectors. "Set up the heavy repeaters pointing down the main avenues!" Torque bellowed, his voice echoing off the gleaming glass facades of the surrounding skyscrapers. The cyborg warlord was limping slightly, his mechanical leg whining from the exertion of the battle, but his organic eye burned with a fierce, manic energy. "If

Heat surges through my body, and for the first time, I’m aware of the crown floating above my head with colored spires glowing brightly. “Do you like our force field?” I pull the shield from my back. The action causes thin quills to grow from the harness and weave themselves around my body until they form a short protective dress made from the lightweight metal feathers of Hedone’s Stymphalian birds. Spaulders made of the Colchian dragon spread over my shoulders. As the body armor tightens to fit me, I roll my shoulders, grab the sword out of the compass rose, and take a defensive stance.

It can also resist a lot of heavy fire from any opposition. When it is activates, it would surround the user with a faint blue energy shield. The exotic armor is not like the normal conventional armor, as it is more energy-powered gear. When it is paired with a camouflage device, the blue glow is hidden from sight. The low-grade armor he chosen can withstand any firepower from the 21st century weaponry for hours or days. It can also withstand firepower from weapons of this century. The armor is like a second life to the knights.

It looked new and it was tailored to my taste. “This is the finest armor I had made for you. Made with the finest steel and breathable. I know you don’t like restriction. I made Gilly imbue some magically properties in the armor. It will make you faster and more precise. It can deflect attacks easily and it will protest you from any form of harm.” He said.

He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor. Lyra’s armor was a masterpiece, a combination of sleek silver and deep blue. The breastplate was etched with subtle wolf motifs, a nod to her Lycan heritage, and accented with shimmering gemstones that glowed faintly with protective enchantments. The design allowed for flexibility, ensuring that she could move with the grace and speed her wolf demanded.

Eryx’s voice was a low, vibrating growl of Lament-Steel certainty. He stood beside me, his violet-black stardust nebula condensing into a suit of Obsidian-Iron armor that seemed to absorb the silver light of the Loom. He wasn't looking at the machine; he was looking at the First Thread—a massive, vertical pillar of silver-oil that stretched from the bottom of the abyss to the heights of the Centennial Sanctuary.

Boom-boom… Boom-boom… The Iron Demon’s armor was known to be impeccably tough. It wasn’t something that could be easily broken, even for deity-tier cultivators. It was made with a special type of metal, merged with natural law power, and had several ancient talismans carved into the surface. Yet now, Alex was able to destroy them one by one with his sword. At some points, he was even capable of killing a large group with just one attack.