A Night Without Armour Novels & Stories

“Tonight, I protect the chance that it doesn’t tear itself apart.” A long pause. Then, grudgingly, “One archer. Far roofline. She won’t be visible.” I considered. Nodded once. “Midnight,” she said. --- Night fell heavy and moonless. I wore no crown. No sigil. Just dark wool and a plain cloak — the kind I’d worn years ago when I still walked the city without an escort and thought understanding people was the same as helping them. The north wall loomed quiet, old stone silvered faintly by distant lanternlight. Ivy crawled over parts of it, softening the edges of something built for war.

Fire lit the night. But the bodies kept coming. They didn’t feel pain. They didn’t hesitate. They didn’t stop. Toney and Jared appeared beside me, blood already on their armor. “This isn’t an army,” he shouted. “It’s a distraction!” I already knew that. Rick. He wasn’t here yet. Which meant— The real target hadn’t moved. Aurora’s POV

The first warrior stepped through the gate. Snow swirled around its black armor, but not a single flake settled on the metal. The armor seemed to swallow light itself. No crest marked its breastplate. No kingdom's colors hung from its shoulders. The black banner behind it moved without wind, twisting and writhing like living shadow. Then another soldier emerged. And another. And another. The army kept coming. Lyra watched in horror as ranks of identical warriors poured through the shattered arch. Hundreds already stood upon the mountainside.

Arthur, the Eighth Brother. He looked like a man who had spent his life building bridges of steel while his brothers built bridges of starlight. He carried a cane topped with a simple silver wolf’s head, and behind him stood a legion of soldiers in "Null-Armor"—suits designed to absorb kinetic energy and ground it into the earth.

Kael looked toward the horizon, where the storm clouds of the coming Crusade were already gathering. "We’re going to show them why the Moon Throne was feared in the first place." The Night Before the Storm That evening, the Citadel was a hive of activity. Armor was being buckled, spears sharpened, and the low, constant hum of the pack-link was a thrum of nervous energy. Ariyah sat in the center of the Alpha’s suite, her rucksack from the mountains open on the bed. Beside it lay a new set of clothes—heavy, reinforced leather dyed the deep charcoal of the Nightfang. It was a warrior’s outfit.

The carriage entered the shadows of the Gloomwood. The first Shadow Hound’s claws ripped through the roof without warning. “Get down!” Marcus roared, yanking the carriage into a sharp turn. The hounds’ snarls filled the air, their shadow arrows hailing down on the carriage. “Dammit!” Cedric’s eyes glowed red. “Rival clan mutts!” I immediately tried to summon my guardian power, but the strength in my blood felt shrouded in a thick fog, slow and heavy. Dammit, the alcohol!

“Candles three Green and white Bring protection to the child this night The moon is full The sky is clear Let misfortune and evil disappear The mighty wolf will ever reign Protect the girl from harm and bane Go to her Go to her Blessed be.” Adara knew the ritual, like the bottle she gave the girl earlier wouldn't act as some sort of magical body armor and cause bullets or blades to bounce off the girl. That was the sort of thing only happened in bad paperback novels. However, she knew it would combine with the force of will and inner strength the girl possessed, and maybe, just maybe, keep her alive long enough to make a difference.

It did not take her too long to use her magic and track Drom to the house. “Was this house empty? Are you sure nobody recognized you?” She asked. Drom stared at her for a while, lost in thought. He finally figured he was making the moment awkward and responded. “No nobody was recognized me. I was careful with my movement.” For some reason, Lady Melo felt a change of tone in his voice. Usually, it would be hostile and aggressive, but at that moment it sounded calm and soothing. “Okay, here is the armor. The army is marching into Free State by today noon so do not miss it. And stand in a place where you wouldn't stand out too much.”

Kandreah’s POV We haven’t yet passed the Mortherra, the bridge between Morsburg and Waltherra. No, more precisely, we haven’t moved an inch from where we were after Morsanctu was defeated. We are seriously struggling to advance as Azabrahs are wreaking havoc amongst our soldiers without even laying a finger on our fighting forces. Thersar, Malleteagan and I merged our powers to make a protective cloak around us, Nexelex and ranked warriors of our allied forces. If it were any different situation than this, I would say that our cloak was spectacular, merging Thersar’s dark magic and mine, together with Malletegan moonlight haze tendrils of power in one magnificent armour. However, there was n