Romans & histoires A Night Without Armour

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."

Something that had been waiting for the system to break. A man stepped out of the shadow. He wore a suit of armor made of nothingness, and his eyes were voids. "You did a great job," the man said. "Now, stand aside. It is my turn to play."

So I was sure that Killian would break that barrier as soon as the shadow eaters whirling above the magic circle came in their full glory. And I was right. The shadow eaters with skull-like faces and green, flame-like bodies started slamming their bodies against the barrier. Their screeches cut through the silence on the grounds. Amor was ready in the special armour I had created with Aria. The armour was made up of alloy of metals that repelled all kinds of magic, be it dark or not. It had a golden lustre. I was sitting in the mansion's bedroom. “Zeve… I am leaving,” Amor said.

he retarded in an attempt to retaliate the humiliation he was facing at her hand. He turned his back to her, and went inside thinking he would talk to her only when she would apologize to him for her rudeness. He would have pledged to never talk to her had he known she accepted his invitation only because she knew Ahmed will be here. *** She stepped out in the dark alley, the night air was heavy and thick with suffocation. The sky was nothing but a pitch dark hollow ready to engulf any and every thing. The sound of steps hurled behind her, out of curiosity she turned around and saw a figure looming in the dark.

The black lingerie that was originally in the closet, I took after cleaning the body in the bathroom. The smell of soap residue so thick, a mixture of sandalwood and rose flowers so attached. Both my eyes looked at the lingerie in front of me; then I decided to wear it exactly at 21:00. I don't intend to leave the room after this anyway because the day has been full of activities, and tonight, I intend to go to bed early. Yes, all the lingerie fit me well. But the black color looks better and makes my skin look even fairer. I quickly put on the thigh-length outfit.

Into the Lion’s Den The night was cloaked in shadows, the moon hiding behind a veil of clouds as if it knew what was about to unfold. Elena stood in front of the mirror in her dimly lit room, pulling on the last piece of her gear. Her dark clothing clung to her body like a second skin, designed for both mobility and stealth. She couldn’t afford to stand out tonight. This wasn’t just another fight—this was a war.

3rd point of view The door clicked shut behind Blue as she settled Nora into her room with a sigh of relief, she slipped into her coat and laced up her sneakers, her mind already drifting to the night ahead. As she stepped out into the cool evening air, a sense of unease settled in her stomach. Damian had been buried in work lately, leaving her free from her nightly duties. Part of her relished the break, her back still ached but the pain was subsiding.