Oblivion Iron Armor Novels & Stories

“That’s what we are all thinking, that he’s gone crazy and is now capable of anything.” “Drugs are really bad,” Anika said, shaking her head. “It can turn a saint into a demon. What’s more with someone who’s already a demon like Allan? You need a bodyguard.” “I can’t afford one.” “I can provide you with one,” Anika stated, her countenance serious. Layla quickly shook her head. “No, ma’am, you’ve done enough for me,” she said.

But unlike him, I had friends and love by my side, to guide me and always remind me of what was right. 'Always by your side.' I heard Victor's voice in my mind and smiled. I opened my eyes and turned my face so that I could look at my beloved. The crown on his head is complete, and he is wearing his metallic red armor, which seems to be made of lava and you can see reddish and orange glow as if it were metal being forged. My armor has a golden hue, mixed with touches of red, black, and white. We don't usually wear armor in battle, but this is special because it's made to resist magic. With Ayla's skill, I know for sure that these armors have become even more powerful.

He is the youngest male in the room, but the one with the strongest will and a pair of balls made of steel. I nodded, he lifted Asteria´s hand and kissed it. “I´m leaving,” he said, following Iris and Aunt Charmaine out of the room. “Dominic…” Another foreign voice said, and I looked at Urien. “I am an Onyx dragon. May I ask what materials you are using for the armour? Maybe if we find a way to replicate my natural ability to shield, the armour would be stronger and more effective,” he said, and Dominic nodded. “We developed with a mix of fabric, magic, and steel…” he said, and Urien nodded.

Someone was out here. Then she saw the leather patches glinting in the beams. Her stomach dropped. A steel snake coiled around a crimson heart. Steel Vipers. She had heard the stories… ruthless, organized, dangerous men who ruled the roads on their own terms, and no one got in their way. Before she could react further, lights flashed ahead. A white van fishtailed across the road, tires squealing. Doors burst open. Two masked men jumped out, dragging a third biker onto the asphalt. Shouts cut the desert silence.

Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined. If not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, I would have thought she was dead. “Lewis…” she whispered weakly. I felt a flicker of surprise at hearing her voice and turned toward her. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she looked in my direction. I had always treated her as my cherished jewel, never lifting a finger to harm her. In the past, seeing her in such a pitiful state would have filled me with heartache and rage, ready to avenge her.

The truth of oblivion. Thorne did not slow. He did not falter. He and his two thousand riders did not charge with wild abandon, but advanced with a terrifying, inexorable purpose. Their armor was not just steel; it was etched with runes of sea-salt and iron, their shields polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the chaotic light of the dying sanctum. They were not just men; they were a living, breathing counter-spell, a mobile fortress of order and reality.

“Look at me. My father calls me a curse. Do you truly believe I possess the power to deceive the entire Adebayo Dominion?” He didn't answer right away. His gaze dropped to the ceremonial battle armor currently strapped to my chest. It was a legendary piece of gear, forged from hardened silver-alloy leather and studded with over four hundred thousand crushed diamond-pearl scales, worth more than five hundred million pack resources. Luna Vivian and Alpha Tade had spent their entire black-market treasury to buy that armor for Amara, intending to cement the ultimate modern werewolf mafia alliance. Instead, because of the ancient laws, their precious heir had to stand in the Alpha Hall and watch

} Ivy smiled with quiet satisfaction as she stared at the transformed steel-built fortress. Using accumulated points from monsters hunting, she purchased ten sets of combat armor. “What do you need that for?” Darren asked, raising an eyebrow, confusion written clearly across his face. Without responding immediately, Ivy let out a sharp whistle.

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

nothing… but a living suit of armor holding a large blackish shield with a large darkened sword without a single electric charge deduced from any of it. “Oh, I see. This is one of the abominable armour the trivial Inhumanes made, told it could divide mountains in half with a single strike of its sword.” He pointed out, “I don’t even see any holes on it, how are you even breathing in that confused disordered jumble of a thing you called an armour.” “You know nothing, ponytail.” Aje coldly spoke through the blackened armour. Abbey groaned with a thought. Another Jared to beat.