Shining Armor From My Little Pony Novels & Stories

Every time she passed Damon, she would let out a sharp, playful whistle or purposefully kick up a cloud of snow to hit his cape. "Hey, Golden Boy!" Runa shouted, drawing level with Damon’s stirrup. She was wearing nothing but leathers and furs, her blonde hair tangled with twigs. "You ever actually fight, or do you just spend all day polishing that chest plate? I can see my reflection in your shoulder! It’s vain!" Damon didn't turn his head. His jaw was so tight I thought his teeth might shatter. "It is ceremonial armor, girl. It represents the sun of the Amber Pack. And it is Commander to you."

“You mean the red one that the sorcerer had given?” My head simply nods in response. I opened my eyes and a streak of the rising sun beamed unto me as the carriage moves across the forest of tall lush trees. Mayari handed me the pill that I certainly gulped. “How is he?” a question that spurted out of my tongue the second my gaze diverted on my hands. My metallic armor was all taken off of me, wearing only a pair of fabric to cover my body. The skin turned dark lilac and some spots were raven blue. Stinging soreness and shooting pain still hovers all around my arms, though clean cotton was wrapped on my every wound.

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

Then one of them leapt towards me, sharp canines bared. I didn't think or act when it happened. All I knew was that a sudden warmth had enveloped my body from head to toe. I felt my bones begin to shrink and elongate at various places in my body, and I watched as I had my second change ever. Fur sprouted all over my body, my limbs lengthened and claws protruded from my paws.

I can be a handful, but only because I can take care of myself and don’t need babysitters. I do feel bad for them though, hence why I like to give them breaks – which they refuse to take. Not only are these two stuck standing guard in front of whatever room I’m in, but they have to do it covered head to toe in armour. Looks amazing, but I wouldn’t want to wear it. The armour is made from graphene, it’s flexible and elastic while being strong and lightweight. The beauty of this particular armour is that it’s been imbued with makkari magic. The armour is sentient, to a degree. It can sense the species of the attacking enemy and alter itself accordingly. So, if say a sirna was attacking them, t

“Now, that I’m kneeling on the correct knee, my princess, will you marry me and let me be your knight in shining armour as long as I live? And I don’t really care if your name means night, I will shine on you whenever it’s dark.” And it was a miracle she was able to stop herself from bursting out crying at those words. “I love my family,” she said and paused so she could stop her voice from trembling and glanced again at her family behind her—they were all smiling and her mother was crying— before looking at Ambert and staring deep into his eyes. “So I will respect their vote.” She paused again and smiled, she felt her lips quivering. “And since you’re kneeling on the correct knee like what

"Evelynn, will you also dress like us?" Felicia shook her head and grinned. "Don't worry, my love. To be with you, I don't have to change. Are you not eager to show me your pony? Come on. With a little "oh," Anne quickly left. A groom escorted Anne's horse out of the stables. The little white horse's coat was so smooth and glossy in the sunshine that it resembled a pearl. Anne hurried over and put her arms around Pearl's neck. "I'm here to see you, Pearl!"

Her armor molten gold, her eyes glowing white with power. A phoenix reborn. And she was ready for war.

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.

Gawain nodded decisively. The horse then bows to Gawain, from its back sprouted Pegasus wings and from its forehead a unicorn horn. He grew up and got the bearing of a beautiful war horse. -You, Gawain, the youngest son of the great mage, is now my new master.- Said the white horse as he touched his horn on Gawain's forehead. A thin light enveloped the body of Gawain and from it a golden armor materialized. -This armor protects you from any evil you wish to ward off, and will let in any blows you allow.- Explained the horse.