Shining Armor X Spike Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about? Your shoulder has a huge gash on it! Your armor must be useless!" Xander held back his laughter as he thought about his armour. It was made with enhanced metal that had been refined and forged by the bestest of blacksmiths. His opponent must have been a descendent of a Holy Beast as it was able to easily tear through his armor. "Maybe... I'm glad I got it though." Xander said as he smiled gently at Diane. She had said a short prayer, healing the wound almost instantly. "What? Are you crazy?" "Only for you."

From the shadows of the primary tunnel, the first line of soldiers stepped into the dim, blue-gray twilight of the dying Spires. They wore towering, pale-white armor forged from a strange, matte metal that seemed to actively swallow the remaining light in the room. Their faces were concealed behind solid, featureless silver visors, and they carried long, heavy halberds etched with dark, pulsing runes that hissed in the cold air. Behind them, a massive, broad-shouldered figure clad in a long, wolf-pelt cloak stepped onto the platform, his heavy combat boots clicking with a slow, agonizing deliberation.

Ximena had teleported right in front of me and taken the hit. "Ximena!" That one actually hurt to watch. "Still refusing to repent. Fine. Then you can die with him." Derrick swung his whip again. Right at that critical moment, the system popped up. [Ding. Target Ximena is in mortal danger. The system has issued a combat reward pack. Stored in inventory.] [Devoting host, take up your weapon and protect your target. If you devote, you commit to the end.] I did not have time to listen to the system's dramatic speech. I opened my inventory as fast as I could. Two items appeared—a shield called Gravity Flying Shield and a meteor hammer called… Overpowered Meteor Hammer.

"Emma, the Shadow is trying to make the Spires their own graveyards! He wants the collapse to be a massacre!" I looked at the Iron-Wolves of the South. They were being crushed by the weight of their own magnetized armor. Arthur was on one knee, his silver cane snapping under the pressure. "NO!" I roared. I didn't have the Void-Blade. I had the Friction of the Pack. I grabbed Félix’s hand, and Nathaniel’s, and Lyra’s. We formed a "Human-Arch" at the base of the Spire. We didn't reach for the stars; we reached for the Shared Weight.

And then the spire began to change. The glow from the shard flared, flooding the circle with a light so bright it erased the seams of the spire. For a heartbeat everything went silent — even the silver shapes froze mid-lunge, their chains hanging slack. The light pressed against everyone’s skin like a warm tide, and in that tide another presence uncurled.

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.

Being jealous of a being who can have total power over me…I wouldn’t be that stupid. “Not as much as you. I didn’t follow her like a puppy dog around the castle. You did. I can handle it. In the meantime, do everything in your power to stay away from her.” “I will. Trust me.” “Great, now say, fetch Max.” “Fetch Max,” I repeated. At this max zoomed out of my room and reappeared like no time had passed “Take this.” Max handed me a glittering purple vile. “What is it?” I asked.

Feeling his burning stare mentally strip me and I’d be lying if I said he didn’t have an intimidating look, but I wasn’t going to let him win. I would say game on. If he was fire, I'd be the water to quench his blazing arrogance.

Vic started. “We’ve checked their home, there is no scent of them anywhere, at all.” Mimi continued. “It’s like…they never existed. Vic finished. “Are the teams ready?” Kydence asked as they walked down some stairs and into a huge conference room and there stood fifty Shadow warriors dressed in black from head to toe, the only part of their body to be seen was their eyes, even then they used black contacts. They couldn’t allow anyone to know who they are and what they look like. Any little thing could identify them. They took no chances.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A