Shining Armor X Spike Novels & Stories

’ Becky walks to the table and brings the well-made dagger to me. ‘This isn’t an ordinary dagger, Lord Talon. This dagger has been crafted to kill any supernatural. The spine and quillon are silver, and the dagger’s blade is made from Moonstone. The grip of the dagger is even made from dragon bone. Moonstone will cause our wounds to heal slowly at the same pace as humans, just like silver does to werewolves. If we were to be stabbed by this in an artery or main organ. We wouldn’t heal quick enough to survive. Instead, we would die. How she knows that Moonstone is a weakness to vampires baffles me. It’s secret knowledge only a few know of.’

One had punched straight through the treads. At the source of those spikes, a sleek, alien-looking creature crouched on a boulder, its body covered in white bony plates. It stared coldly at the disabled tank. [Warning! Aberrant creature detected!] [Name: White Spike (Tier 3)] [Note: Attributes and skills for creatures above Tier 3 are not provided. Players must discover them on their own.] "No attribute info?" Jake's pupils contracted slightly. He glanced at his Lv.3 RV's thick armor—Defense 200—then up at the 25mm chain cannon mounted on the roof and made a decision. He would study the White Spike and try to kill it.

His dark, soulless eyes pierced straight through me, and an uncontrollable tremor shook my limbs as a sadistic smirk stretched across his lips. "You are coming right back home to me, Raegan," he sneered. Before the words could fully process, a sharp, white-hot flash of agony exploded in my abdomen as his fist struck my stomach with brutal force. His mocking laughter echoed through the empty lot as my vision began to fracture. I felt my weakened body being lifted off the ground, and right before the suffocating darkness completely swallowed my consciousness, I managed to force a final, venomous phrase past my lips. "Fuck you... Archie."

Not just upgrades—an actual set, the pieces fitting together cleanly, faint frost threading through the material. “Uncommon set?” he asked. “Yes.” “And the crown?” “Rare,” she said. “Reduces mana cost by fifty percent.” Hayes let out a low whistle. “That’s stupid.” Sofia ignored him. “Ice Spikes,” she continued. “Level five ability. Area cast. Slows targets by twenty percent and applies damage over time.” “Control and bleed,” Riley said. “Yes.” Strong. Very strong. Riley leaned back slightly, taking it in, then nodded once.

A row of thick, violet crystalline spikes erupted from the concrete, slamming into the second guard and throwing him ten feet away. ​Alaric used the distraction to spin his opponent around. He roared, a sound that was half-man and half-beast, and ripped the helmet off the guard’s armor. He didn't kill the man inside, but he crushed the control pack, rendering the suit useless. ​We stood in the middle of the plaza, surrounded by the smoking ruins of the Council’s best technology. But the sirens were getting louder. More lights were appearing on the upper floors of the Thorne Tower.

On the day of departure, the entire clan gathered near the main gate of the valley, standing in solemn silence. They did not cheer, they simply watched quietly as Rayden walked past them. He no longer wore his ascetic robes. He now wore the Shadow Ice Armor, a lightweight yet incredibly sturdy bluish-black leather armor capable of absorbing light and blending into shadows. At his waist hung the Frozen Moon Blade, a long, slender sword forged from eternal ice, radiating a biting cold.

“Good. I’m in the mood to disappoint someone.” The enemy burst from the mist like a swarm of nightmares. The Umbra horde came screaming out of the woods—black-armored and fast, half casting hexflame from their open palms, others hurling spears carved from bones. Some rode beasts stitched from shadow and fur, snarling with too many eyes. The rest came on foot, teeth filed into fangs, their eyes glowing with the mark of Arion. Xavier raised his voice. “FORM!” Shields locked. Blades drawn. The Phoenix Guard didn’t waver.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

He asked and Nate just nodded his head, lowering his eyes as they landed on Spade's perfect body, his breath hitched up, the man was completely shirtless, his toned chest shone under Nate's dim room light, the man was definitely and completely ripped, satisfying Nate's imagination of how his body looked. There were a few chest hairs scattered on Spade's chest, the necklace Nate always caught a glimpse of, was laying lazily on his chest, it was a gold piece, he didn't need to ask to know it was an actual gold chain. There was a tattoo on Spade's arm, the same one Nate never had a chance to fully see, but now he was seeing the whole thing, he wanted to run his hands through the tattoo ad trace

“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.