A Night Without Armour Novels & Stories

"Yes, there is a morning shift and a night shift market. Usually the armor sellers are required to be open at all times as warriors and warrioress might need something from them. King Bartholomeo is prioritizing his warriors to avoid being incompetent during battle, security comes first!" Charlotte joined Alexander and they went to Alabama Market again. There were almost no stores opened except for the armor supplies store they dropped by. The dark circles under the eyes of merchant warriors makes Charlotte realize that they have been working for extended hours. After Alexander bought a katana for Charlotte, they immediately walked into a vast forest and stopped when they reached the cave wh

Miranda’s P.O.V My night was anything but restful and by now, it’s obvious why. I woke up quite grumpy, took a shower even grumpier and when I was getting ready, my grumpiness had reached its peak. I was desperately trying to find an outfit that would cover my neck area because of those blasted hickeys a certain Casanova gave me last night and let’s just say I didn’t have that many options. I could have covered them up with makeup, but they were so visible that I’d have do dab a lot of concealers, which I didn’t have time for. Finally, I found a long-sleeved white body con dress with a turtleneck and ended mid-thigh; the only downside was it was backless.

“Then tonight will be theirs to remember for the rest of their very short lives.” When night fell over the Red Vines Ravine, the battlefield transformed into Alessia’s personal hunting ground. Vampiric sight cut through the darkness like daylight; her soldiers moved without sound, their silhouettes melting in and out of the jagged rock faces. Each was clad in matte-black combat armor laced with runic enchantments to mute even the scrape of a boot. The first scream came just after midnight—one of Lone Star’s scouts, dragged into the shadows before his partner even realized he was gone. A muffled burst from a silenced Aeternum rifle followed, the brass casing caught before it could hit the gro

The SecuTek Assault Armor is a battle gear comprised of cybernetic kevlar plates overlapping the wearer's reactive tactical clothing, wired to the helmet with many tiny cables hidden beneath the fabric. The advancing convoy entered the urbanized area. It felt like a ghost town; tall buildings with no illumination from the inside, barricaded storefronts, and houses that appeared empty because its owners fled the city to be with relatives in Luzon for weeks until the infection subsides. The city was partly illuminated by flickering lamp posts by the road, and the rest were shrouded in darkness. The lack of light was never an obstacle to the soldiers, but the city felt dead because of the infes

Emerging through the trees like a phantom. For once he wasn't dressed in his black suit. This time he wore black, plated armor that the light didn't touch, and so it was left dull and shadowed. As shadowed as the depths of his grey eyes, and the death that was promised as he gave a slow, wicked grin. Lord Vince Mortem was on the battle-field. [Ambrose]

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

Defiance V Third Person’s POV The morning of the third day since Samel and the others formed their plan to attack the palace of the Artemia Kingdom is cloudy with a chance of rain. Asha got up before dawn and put on her outer robe before going out of her resting tent. All of the soldiers of General Markus’ main troops are all up and ready in their neat full leather armor that will be more flexible to wear than the metal armor. They need to traverse the unknown state of terrain in the underground route, and it is better to wear a comfortable and flexible armor for them to react at any sudden change in their surroundings.

Just as Maize was about to link her mother again, demanding to know when they were going to reach them, a series of howls filled the air. At first Maize and the others flinched in fear, but then they caught sight of the wolves flooding in from around them in perfect sync. They were wearing special armor that molded with both their wolf and human bodies, weapons strapped to their backs and waists, along with a small satchel of supplies. Only one force in the world could afford to equip their entire force in such magically powerful gear. The wolves of the Night Army had arrived.

I said, “finish it fast.” Her hand caught mine, brief and fierce. “Then bring him back if you can. If you can’t make it clean.” Recce rumbled under my ribs. We walk without armour. Only blood and truth. He’ll hear every lie in our bones. I stripped the belt and blade without ceremony. The yard watched like a congregation. No cheers only quiet faith. The climb to the Hall felt longer than memory. The moon was a pale coin. Torn banners jagged the sky. Under the arch, the world narrowed to dust and light.

The challenge was unmistakable; our path was blocked, and confrontation was inevitable. A collective decision was reached, unspoken yet understood. We would not be turned away. The only option left was to breach their defences and confront whatever lay beyond. As we gathered our resolve, the moonlight bathed us in an ethereal glow, casting an otherworldly aura upon our determined forms.