A Night Without Armour Novels & Stories

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Liz came up and hugged me. "Don't even talk like that Mark." I wrapped an arm around her. There was a tense silence around us. Arron cleared his throat. "So, tomorrow Cziro has to hold his own against my most elite team, without weapons or armor, and he has decided to do so as a human." Arron gestured to me, his attempt to change the subject obvious. "Without armor or weapons?!?" Arisa exclaimed. "Mark will be fine." Liz said with a smile.

He asked sarcastically, "But what does that have to do with me? Also, you said something about Wearson Valley and Light Armor. What do these things have to do with me?" The Black Bishop seemed shocked and responded, "You knew about Light Valley, and you have the Light Gloves. The Light Armor has finally appeared. Shouldn't you be happy about that? The Light Armor is from the middle dimension, after all. It's an armor created by the power of the universe's law from the middle dimension. It's almost impervious to all damage from the lower dimension. If you have the Light Armor, that's akin to gaining invincibility. No one can defeat you."

Remy (voice raw): “I still have nightmares that one day I’ll wake up and the coyote will have taken too much. That I’ll hurt you. And you’ll finally see the monster everyone warned you about.” His fingers tremble in mine (only I feel it). Seras stands beside us, hoodie sleeves pushed up, fire licking her wrists. Seras: “I keep the armor on at night because I’m scared if I take it off I’ll disappear again. Like the girl I was before the mountain never actually existed.” Lucian’s wings unfurl slow, sheltering all of us. Lucian: “I was ready to let the world burn if it meant keeping her warm.

"You think poison improved my personality?" "A little, but you are so dramatic." I laughed before I could stop myself. "I learned from you." Heat immediately surged into my cheeks. Why did everything sound sensual whenever he said it? He walked toward the center of the room, where his armor reflected the firelight. Unlike battlefield armor, tonight’s attire was ceremonial, elegant, but heavy. I learnt the armor was layered with engraved lunar steel, reinforced with energy fibers woven beneath ancient runes. It was impossible to remove alone. He turned around. "Gina."

The Citadel’s shattered bells still trembled in the dawn air when the ivory bone banners of the northern legion advanced, spectral warriors clad in furnaced steel, armor glimmering like ghost fire. Nyra Duskbane stood on the ramparts, her threefold runes dim after Mother of Ruin’s defeat, her cloak torn but her spirit unbroken. Beside her, Ryker leaned on Urhan’s broad shoulder, Caelum and Kaelia watched the children with wary eyes, and Aelion hovered in wounded grace under silver wings.

All of them would change if Darius won. Five days. The fifth day before the red blood moon came fast. I woke before dawn. Didn’t sleep. Hadn’t slept since the note. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her. Ruby. In a cave. With him. I prepared. The attire was ceremonial, but functional. Black leather armor, fitted, spelled to turn blades. No helmet. The elders hated helmets. Said it hid your eyes. Said a leader should be seen. A cloak, deep crimson, clasped at the throat with the academy crest—a silver wolf on a field of black. At my hip, not a sword. A sidearm. Silver rounds. For him. For her, if it came to it.

Darien's POV The heavy evening rain poured down relentlessly through the thick canopy of the northern ridge, mixing with the dark crimson fluids that covered my leather armor and ran down my trembling arms. I sighed frustratedly in the middle of the dark forest, my boots sinking deep into the freezing mud as I leaned heavily against a rotting cedar trunk to catch my breath. My body was completely drenched in blood, most of it belonging to the nameless attackers we had slain over the last twelve hours, but a growing portion of it seeped from my own shallow cuts. The thirty elite warriors standing behind me were all thoroughly exhausted and drained out, their shoulders slouched low and their w

Clara said more quietly. “Like what?” “Unarmored.” My expression softened. I let his hands fall fully to my sides, deliberately grounding myself where I stood. “Okay,” I said. “I won’t.” Clara exhaled, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. It wasn’t fear in her eyes, just overstimulation. Too many layers peeled back at once. “I can’t have a serious conversation while worrying about whether this robe is about to betray me,” Clara admitted, attempting a small, self-conscious smile.

out of the ground in seconds. ​At the top of the tower, a figure stood silhouetted against the shattered moon. He wasn't wearing a charcoal suit. He was wearing Plate Armor made of Black Glass. ​He raised a sword that was forged from the "Kill-Switch" of the supercomputer. ​"The 151st Chapter is a Rebranding, Nora," the voice of Julian Vane boomed, now layered with the deep, resonant growl of a Dark Lord. "You made the world the Author. And the world... they wanted me to be your Eternal Nemesis."