Steel Helmet Lost Saga Novels & Stories

Her confidence was at its peak. Anastasia got ordered my Madam Felicia to take cupcakes to the guest. Because of the crowd, it was really hard walking round the hall. On her way, she tripped on someone's leg and fell. The cupcakes in her tray got emptied on the bodies of the people in front of her. Anastasia raised up her head and her heart sank when she saw who she poured cakes on. "You wrench!" Princess Belle screamed as she gave Anna a slap. The hall went dead silent and all attention was turned to the scene.

Unfortunately, he did not break into the deep flesh proper. Abandoning his hold on his ear, Greyman reached down and grabbed Porcius by the helmet. Porcius felt his sandals rise off the ground, felt pressure on his head, and immediately ripped his chinstrap loose. He fell to the mound of the hut’s remains, while the creature raised the helmet to eye level, like he’d plucked the Roman’s head loose. Kicking at the poles, Porcius reached into the debris and seized the big full sickle. Hands became fists on the handles, and he stepped back as the helmet dropped down. The Greyman roared.

I gasped, rolling away from the crater, the blinding white light of my aura flaring back to life as the necrotic suppression broke. Silas stood up slowly from the center of the crater. His heavy steel armor was completely shredded, warped, and covered in burning ash. He had lost his helmet, his dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and blood. He was bleeding from a dozen jagged lacerations, but he didn't even flinch. He held the legendary steel broadsword in his right hand. It wasn't glowing white anymore, but the steel was stained permanently black from the blood of the Colossal Husks.

Beside Eltur, was a large crate full of helmets and chainmail. I let out a huff of breath as I placed the helmet on Ace’s head. “It’s like the 17th helmet that we tried!” Ace raised a brow at me. “17th? Are you sure?” “Yeah.” “Wrong. It’s the 18th!” he corrected me. He removed the helmet from his head and threw them at his brothers. “The rock must have hit her head to the point that she miscounted. This helmet is too thin I tell you.”

Her skins slowly starts to turn pale and her eyes starts to cry blood “I’m not one to enjoy other people suffer so I’m gonna end your life. Your shadow isn’t worth absorbing anyway” she swings her sceptre around between her fingers before decapitating her head. Her head drops heavy on the floor and rolls over to Josh who is still cowering ……………………………..✍🏾 Sage Henri is still battling with Steve back at the Shadow Realm—a battle which is starting to look one sided with Sage Henri fighting with one arm and a face drenched in blood. It’s not looking good for him. Steve is starting to grow bored of the fight

Morgan coughed. "What to do! You can't command me anymore and this helmet doesn't work on me!" She thundered and took off the helmet. She threw it down and crushed it with her leg. She lifted her mother up, over her head, still holding and choking her neck tight. Some zombies went around Celia stretching their arms up to grab unto Mrs. Morgan and feast her since the helmet wasn't on her anymore. Whilst, Mrs. Morgan kept groaning and trying to struggle to leave and breathe well. She was gasping and panting hard.

The few who did have their helmets on were all open faced. POP! POP! POP! "HEHE I-I-I FORGOT HOW M-MUCH F-FUN THIS CAN B-BE!" Mortis cheered from the back of the line thrusting his stick out again, and again. If everyone wasn't so concentrated on the battle at hand they would probably look at their friend with both concern and disgust.

I guess it’s time to battle. “You know that I wasn’t always like this.” Hades says conversationally as he easily swipes Toby’s blade away. “I once loaned my helmet to Perseus to defeat Medusa. You would think that it would give me some brownie points. Alas, it didn’t.” I came up to battle him as soon as he finished his sentence. I don’t care that he loaned his invisibility helmet. I care about my mate and queen. I swirl my sword as a way to distract him. His eyes lit up in humor.

With that being the case, why challenge him, when an alliance suits everyone just fine? Sally snorted and ignored her, then turned toward Frank. "So, did that helmet work? How does it feel?" Frank shook his head. "I felt nothing—literally. Everything around me seemed to disappear." Sally sighed, slightly disappointed. "Guess that was a dud… But I'll keep going until it works!" "One can only hope." Frank was not really worried about uncovering the history of the Shagan spiritron vein. He would be happy if he could leave Shagan, though sitting tight suited him just fine too.

I asked, my gaze fixed on Joel, my eyes darting from him to the rest of the pack members watching us. “The soldier only found his helmet. We cannot be certain of anything,” he answered. “After this war, we can go looking for him again.” “You believe he’s still alive, don't you?” I questioned again, fighting hard not to crumble in front of my people. “Yes,” he answered, gently raising my chin with his hand. “I believe he is not dead, and that we will find him.” “So?” I looked back at the pack members who were waiting for me to speak.