A Night Without Armour Novels & Stories

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."

The inspection of the cursed land shouldn’t take long but… it was better to be prepared. *** It was the middle of the night when they left the manor. The less people knew about them leaving, the better, Nox decided. This way, only the guards would know of their absence during the next hours. “Ready?” Ayla nodded silently and followed after him. The ominous feeling that had been with him the whole day became stronger, and at some point Nox stopped walking, directing his senses at finding any possible enemy. There was no one. “Should we expect danger right now?” Ayla whispered, her hand already itching as the handle of her sword came to view.

The newcomers were distinctly different from each other. One of them was concealed fully in a golden armour that shone as brightly as the sun. The armour was as thick as several walls of steel, standing at several meters in height! The armoured man was Frederick, and in his hands was a huge sword that towered above every living person here!

The sound came from the far side of the bridge. Humans and desperate. A figure stumbled into view near the distant doorway. For a moment I couldn't identify who it was. Distance and poor lighting obscured their features. Then the person fell forward into the silver glow. My heart stopped. The warrior wore Nightbane armor and blood covered his chest. His face looked familiar. Very familiar. Vera cursed softly. "That's one of ours." The wounded soldier attempted to stand. Failed. Then raised an arm toward us. As though trying to warn us.

Pillars of blue light came down from the colony ships, teleporting the 4 billion Starknights on the flattened land because of the bombardment. In front of them from a far distance stood the enemy's forces. A pillar of light struck in front of the Starknights who're wearing their silver and complete war armor. When the towering light disappeared, at the front stood their Prince, Julius Friedrick Asters Starliege lll wearing his golden shining battle armor. On his left and right stood his greatest general, RavenX, wearing his black and glorious armor. This is how the defense at Heavens Realm begins. The city of Herald lies behind the enemy, destroyed and is swarming with these pitch black enti

Soldiers shouted orders, the clash of steel ringing through the night like a chorus of doom. Enzo led the charge at the forefront, his armor glinting under the firelight, rifle in hand, eyes blazing with determination. Behind him, Ash, Kael, and Atlas moved in perfect synchronization, each taking calculated strides, each ready to unleash devastation. Their presence alone inspired their men, giving them courage to push forward against a force that was known for cruelty, deception, and cunning.

It was the kind of dress I would have worn before Adrian, before the penthouse and the press conferences and the cameras. “That one?” I turned to see Adrian in the doorway. He was already dressed in a charcoal suit, looking tired but collected. “I thought you wanted armor,” he said softly. “That’s what armor does. It protects.” “I don’t want armor tonight.” I took the dress off the hanger and held it out to him. His shoulders were tense, his eyes fixed on the garment in my hands. “Tonight is different.” His mouth twitched. “It’s not about armor,” I said. “It’s about being honest.”

“Not to join your bullshit clan.” Donte wrapped his fingers around her throat. “We do not accept you. You’re denied.” He flashed a pair of sharpened fangs. “Unless you’re offering yourself as dinner, I suggest you leave our clan home and do not return.” Ocean blue eyes turned to rubies, and those fangs elongated. Aurora wiggled her way free from his grip. “I will bring war to you.” “And you will die like all the others,” Elias nonchalantly replied. He waved her off.

she asked softly. Luz’s armoured chest vibrated beneath her hand, the black plates feeling cold and unyielding despite the warmth blooming within him. His crimson gaze fixed on her fingers resting against his breastplate. “Take it off?” his voice was low, laced with a hint of amusement at her casual confidence. “You are asking me to strip in front of you?” The black vein on his neck pulsed visibly as he considered the request. It was not just about removing armour; it was about shedding the monster’s disguise and revealing the vulnerable flesh beneath. “I will warn you,” he said, his thumb stroking along her jawline. “The scars aren’t pretty. This armour hides more than just flesh.” He stepp

Too bad she'd missed the threat that had come to the damned bedroom door and was currently escorting me to the feast. We passed a couple of statues, turning down a hallway with suits of armour lining each side. Each one was different and unique from any other standing there. They seemed out of place to me, no being considered other would need such attire. Theron must have noticed my staring because he broke the silence with "My father's collection. He is fascinated with armour from around the world. He's hoping to add another set from the Alani Tribe soon. There are still some negotiations to sort out before he acquires it." "Interesting." I murmured. The Royal Clan had great knowledge of cu