A Night Without Armour Novels & Stories

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

The confession had stripped away the last remaining layers of armor they had worn like heavy chains. In the cool, unyielding glow of the silver moonlight, there were no ancestral bloodlines left to defend, no titles to uphold, and no prophecy to fear. There was only the raw, blinding reality of two mortal enemies who had chosen to burn the world down rather than stay apart.

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 kingdom could fall, the crown could shatter nothing was as intoxicating as this forbidden closeness. And as her nails dragged lightly across his neck, a quiet moan escaping her lips, the third sin was sealed. The First Night of Betrayal The storm outside had become a hymn, thunder drumming in time with their breaths, lightning igniting the room in fleeting flashes. Shadows danced across velvet walls as if bearing witness to their undoing. His gauntlets were gone, then his breastplate, each piece of armor falling heavy to the floor the sound of chains breaking. He stood before her not as a knight, but as a man stripped of duty, trembling with a hunger he could no longer contain.

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She notices it and asks. “Why are you so quiet, are you scared of this, shouldn't I have told you about it because it is already night? Yeah, it's night and you might get a nightmare about this. I'm sorry son, I should have waited till morning before telling you this, I shouldn't have said it now,” mom apologizes because she actually thinks I'm afraid of the news she brought me as it is already night and I'll be getting some sleep soon, but that's not the reason I'm quiet. I'm quiet because I actually feel guilty about all of this, I feel like I would have been able to do something.