A Night Without Armour Novels & Stories

Neither Mom nor Dad spared me a backward glance. From that day onward, I learned to stand on my own two feet. I had to take care of myself. I was only six years old when I faced the loneliness, the danger, and the helplessness of life on my own. I forced myself to be strong and resilient. I forced myself to be independent. I made sure to build a tough armor around myself to protect myself from harm. My armor was close to perfect during my childhood and teenage years. However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor.

Nightwind’s walls had never fallen, But they had also never faced this, The Voidchildren came at dawn, wrapped in silver fire and bone-dark armor, Their mouths moved, but no words came. Only absence, At their center marched Luma, her hair a veil of burning starlight.

"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

Every second stretches into an agonizing eternity as we wait for the first weapon to clear the doorway, bracing ourselves for the inevitable, bloody clash in the dark. Instead of a volley of energy fire or a charging line of bayonets, the lead rogue soldier steps into the chamber alone, his hands held high and empty in the air. He is wearing the dark, heavy armor of Blackfang’s elite guard, but the aggressive posture of a conqueror is entirely absent from his frame.

The strength of these three sorcerers was quite strong when compared to ordinary humans. That day Al wore sleeveless armor so that his arm muscles look perfectly curved. His burly body was imprinted on his stretchy armor. He took off his hood and glared at the guest who barged in. His stiff hair stood sharp, towered in Mohawk style, and was dark green. With his masculine jaw, Al looked fierce and strong. He deliberately exposed his muscles to scare his opponent. His red eyes glared ferociously. His tall body emitted an oppressive aura. Al was ready to hit anyone who dared to break into the Brighton area.

Countless souls of cultivators circled around the armor, rotating around it. On the armor, there were many more arms. On the arms, there were many swords, hooks, ropes, flags... There were tens of millions of them, and each of them was extremely ferocious. An ordinary person would be scared to death if he took a look at them. The armor suddenly moved and shattered the surrounding void. The terrifying force field affected even the Ghost City of Wanzhou below. As the armor was pulled, the buildings in Ghost City in Wanzhou exploded one after another and turned into powder.

When your mind tells you everyone wants you dethroned, the first step to peace is cutting out the spiteful beta females who actually pray for your downfall. I adjust my leather armguard as sweat makes it slip against my skin. Rham has been relentlessly mocking me for wearing full silver-plated war armor while the males are fighting completely bare-chested in nothing but combat trousers, and Christine is in a threadbare leather harness that barely covers her breasts. At any moment, she is going to give her mate a black eye with her unsecured chest, but I doubt Rham cares. He cannot stop staring at her bare skin, which is destroying his defensive form, though the distraction is equalized by th

My hand grew weary and I took it down and smiled instead. We left the Pack and the journey to the Runway Pack truly commenced. "Where's your armour? Why are you not putting it on?" Alpha Davon asked, surprised that I didn't have my armour on. I, too, was surprised. I thought I had put it in my bag but I remembered that I didn't. It was still on my bed and there was no way we could turn back around to get it, seeing that the war was already on. "I… I don't have it," I subtly remarked, avoiding any eye contact since I knew he might be disappointed.

Not because they posed a threat, but they were part of Vacio's plan to annihilate White Day. But how? That ArmorBoy has a unique set of eyebrows, long earlobes, and cornrows-styled hair that was tied back into a ponytail by a clasp was tough. He donned an armor for his attire that was indestructible. He only broke though his armor when he used his remnant magic, but he was sure he can wear another set of armors in replacement.

Raiden POV The leather settled against my shoulders like a second skin. Not ceremonial armor. Not the heavy plated regalia meant for intimidation. This was war gear. Flexible. Lethal. Built for movement. Lucian adjusted the strap on his forearm guards nearby, equally prepared but unburdened by excess metal. We would not hide behind armor tonight. We would meet them properly. I stepped out onto the field beyond the fortress doors, and the sight before me would have made lesser men tremble.