Thanos Gloves Novels & Stories

Unholy Fire Glove. Continued

Evander took over Ryatt’s special unit of warriors, the Ghost Army, and brought those prototypes to my pack to inquire if anything could be done to make them on a larger scale, and he was right to do so. Every Ghost warrior wears specially crafted gloves that mold and meld into armor, finely woven, pillow-soft threads of metal–mostly iron and steel, with nickel alloy–that can change form and take an impressive beating. Alchemists are to thank for those advances. My father is to thank. But then there’s me. “You did go into the caves alone, didn’t you?” His voice is soft and curious, almost amused. It’s unnerving, honestly, because his tone doesn’t match his stern face and heavily tattooed han

(Increases to 15% if the target is bound) +10% chance of laceration, dealing 5% of the target's max health as true damage for 3 seconds. The effect doesn't stack on itself. (Increases to 25% if the target is bound) Description: A pair of gloves made from the leather obtained from the Scarlet Eyed Boa that had some thin wires attached to it at various points. This glove makes it easier for the wearer to manipulate the wires attached as the creator attached a special gem that acts as a medium for energy inside each glove. This glove's creator was definitely thinking something bad when he created this glove, hmm.

Luca shouted, struggling under the arms of the wolves. Thanos laughed, looking at him with a glint of mischief and satisfaction in his eyes. Suddenly, two of his men brought a chain. I could smell the poison from where I stood. They dragged me up and tied the chains around my ankles and wrists. The poison etched into my skin, burning. It burned so much, but I held back my tears. I wasn’t going to let them see me cry. No. I needed to fight Thanos. The laced chain cut deep into my skin, and I screamed. Luca shouted, trying to struggle free from the wolves holding him down.

She opened two portals side by side, directing two Zen Academy goliaths to attack us from above. “You two keep charging!” Vice Grip called to Warzone and me. He then jumped toward the robots, slashing his arms in midair. The energy waves he emitted from his arms sliced through the goliaths, causing them to explode within seconds. Warzone and I inched closer to Thorne. Her device started to fail. It seemed like she couldn’t retain the power she stole from the Anomaly much longer. “No! I can’t let the siphon overload,” Thorne said, beginning to panic.

"The obsidian-vines are the bridge! If you try to muscle the gauntlet, it’ll snap your radius! Breathe with the Spire! Feel the hum in the ground!" One of the miners, a broad-shouldered man with a face scarred by coal-dust, closed his eyes. The obsidian-veins in his neck began to glow with a faint, golden light. Suddenly, the massive mechanical gauntlet on his right arm didn't just move; it blurred. He punched a reinforced concrete pillar, the hydraulic hiss of the suit blending with a wet, organic thrum. The pillar didn't just crack, it disintegrated into powder.

His claws were raised. His eyes were burning. And I was frozen in place, too exhausted to move, too drained from channeling my magic through the bond to do anything but watch him come. "Sena!" Thane's scream was the last thing I heard before he was there, throwing himself in front of me. The impact was catastrophic. Kael's claws—those terrible, beautiful claws that could tear through stone—caught Thane across the chest and shoulders. I heard the sickening sound of armor buckling under the force of the blow, and I heard the wet tear of fabric and flesh.

- gear that utilized the raw, kinetic ferocity of the Warg lineage tempered by modern physics. He drew a pair of "Resonant Gauntlets" - heavy, fur-lined bracers that hummed with a golden Aetheric charge. "Step aside, Boss," Lucien grinned, his voice distorted by the mask. He didn't use a key. He slammed his fist into the center of the door. Instead of shattering the wood, the gauntlets emitted a "Discordant Pulse" - a blast of sound designed to mimic a werewolf’s roar at a molecular level. The door didn't just break; it was "un-bonded" from its hinges and flew into the room.

Vicoliz said, lifting up the golden metallic glove carved like a hand known as 'The Psalmist hand' from the centre table. "Just wear it like the way Thanos wore the gauntlet in Avengers" "Hmm" Vicoliz traced his fingers on the flawless gold like metal, as he felt lines drawn on it. He gently placed his hands into the glove and golden lightning sparked out, The rest of the team backed away as they waited for the smoke emanated from the golden spark to get cleared. "Oh my gosh!!" they all exclaimed Golden hair, golden eyes, golden tuxedo suit, golden shoes and a golden skin.

"Vibranium alloy. Shock absorption. And the boots have magnetic soles for climbing." Mia grinned, swinging the batons. "Thanks, Dad. Can I have a motorcycle, too?" "Don't push it." Then, Aurora. Jackson hesitated. He handed her a pair of thin, elegant gloves. "These are new stabilizers. They won't block your power, but they will focus it. So you don't accidentally bring the roof down." "Got it," Aurora put them on. Her hands hummed with energy. Finally, Jackson looked at Kael and Kian.