Thanos Gloves Novels & Stories

"Open the damn door and take what's yours!" The massive obsidian door didn't slide. It didn't hiss. It Melted. The metal turned to liquid slag, dripping onto the floor like black wax. From the absolute darkness of the chamber, a hand reached out and gripped the melting edge. It wasn't a human hand. It was a hand made of solid, pulsing "Void-Lead," veined with a terrifying, liquid gold that seemed to be burning from the inside out. Dante Thorne stepped out of the shadows. He had grown. He was seven feet of raw, unbridled power, his skin the color of a midnight sky over Lagos. But it was what he was carrying that made me freeze.

Sinclair determined. “I hope so. We still have to make it smaller,” I said. “I was thinking we make it like a glove,” Sinclair said. I laughed. “Are you trying to sci-fi this tool?” She chuckled. “Think about it. If it can be worn like a glove, then your hands are still free to fight. What’s coming is going to be a big deal, right?” I smirked. “Yeah, a big fucking deal. Free hands for combat make a difference. Let’s call Thalia and see what she thinks about the idea.”

Sinclair determined. “I hope so. We still have to make it smaller,” I said. “I was thinking we make it like a glove,” Sinclair said. I laughed. “Are you trying to sci-fi this tool?” She chuckled. “Think about it. If it can be worn like a glove, then your hands are still free to fight. What’s coming is going to be a big deal, right?” I smirked. “Yeah, a big fucking deal. Free hands for combat make a difference. Let’s call Thalia and see what she thinks about the idea.”

Aurora clenched her hands in her lap. The Elder raised his chin. “And the first of them could be none other.” Pause. Our best warrior. “The heir to steel. The champion of Tron. Thales.” The hall exploded. Shouts. Whistles. Laughter. Women shouting names. Others blowing kisses into the air. A group of young men shouted obscene offers. One of them raised her glass and yelled: “Just one night, Thales! I'll give it back!” Thales closed his eyes for a second. Then he opened them and stood up calmly. Arms firm. Chest exposed under his open cloak. The symbol of Tron gleaming on his metal necklace.

Then, find a way to neutralize its toxins. Removing her gloves, her fingers trembled slightly as she touched the cold surface of the Thanorite. She inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, and focused all her senses into her fingertips. The world around her fell silent. Every sound, from the insects outside the window to the soft breeze against the roof, faded away. Only her heartbeat remained, echoing through the private space where she sank into the essence of nature.

She holds a box out for me to open. “What is this?” I ask, looking at the box with a green bow on top of it. “It is just a little something from me.” “You didn’t have to get me anything.” “I know that, but you are my Luna, and the Goddess lead me to this gift.” She pushes the box closer to me, and I carefully open the lid. “Morgan, these must have cost a fortune.” I gasp as I pull the handmade leather gloves from the box. “Look at the palms.” She insists as I turn over the black gloves. The right palm holds the Luna crest of Execution Bay with pink and green stitching. The left palm bears a close resemblance to myself in my wolf form.

There were boxing gloves, cudgels, brass knuckles, light submachine guns, and smoke grenades. Nathan entered the secret room with Hilda behind him. Her eyes shone with amazement as she looked left and right at the weapons displayed. Nathan opened a glass box using his handprint, inside the box was a golden vest. He took out the vest and handed it to Hilda. He said, "This is an 'impenetrable armor' that I ordered to be custom made. It can't be penetrated by ordinary cold weapons, but every inch of it costs a lot. It's expensive, so wear it only when you really need it."

Killian did not look so pleased about it. A fission of fear went down Ronan’s back as he watched Killian pull off his gloves one by one, they’d been torn apart by his claws earlier and were nothing but strips of leather at this point. But still, the sight of Killian’s pale hands was so much of a shock, Ronan could do nothing but stare. Thalia moved to stand in front of him, blocking him from Killian’s line of sight. The perfect bodyguard.

Zhu Wushang said nonchalantly while wearing a pair of black gloves before he touched the man’s head. Suddenly, many small tentacles with bone-like needles appear from the glove's five fingers. This pair of gloves is a new tool Zhu Wushang created by using the Shoggoth cell with the cell of the Formless One. Tens of black tentacles with needles wriggling in front of the man's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth made the dangerous gesture as they tried to find the good spot to pierce through making the man's face become even more ugly as it twisted in fear.

It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it. Prince Thorn and his mate, Princess Ariana, were with us. Thorn's armour was also made from Phaikón Árgyron. Instead of being mail, it was an intricately designed chest plate. Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated.