Anime Armors Novels & Stories

It can also resist a lot of heavy fire from any opposition. When it is activates, it would surround the user with a faint blue energy shield. The exotic armor is not like the normal conventional armor, as it is more energy-powered gear. When it is paired with a camouflage device, the blue glow is hidden from sight. The low-grade armor he chosen can withstand any firepower from the 21st century weaponry for hours or days. It can also withstand firepower from weapons of this century. The armor is like a second life to the knights.

Ruby murmured. “So you are saying my mate is apparently the Alpha of some kind of ancient pack of warriors who are eternally strong?” I raised a brow. “In a nutshell, yes,” she nodded. “I believe somehow over the years their powers have diminished somewhat but still anyone from that pack and not just the Alpha can beat the living crap out of you.” I stared blankly at her, while remembering the glimpses of how Ivy defeated Graham and the others that day. No one could stand in front of her and Graham’s injuries were so bad that he was still healing.

I ask, jumping out of bed and grabbing a pair of yoga pants. “I don’t know, Alpha, but it was definitely more than one.” He says. I can hear the anxiety in his voice but that anxiety is sitting behind what else I hear in his voice – determination to fight for his pack. “Thank you. Stay alert and stand your post.” I tell him as I throw on a tank top and over that, pull on a zip up hoodie sweatshirt. While we haven’t said anything to each other yet, I see Raul has woken up and obviously taking a cue from me is also throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, grabbed from the dresser drawer where he keeps extra clothes.

" Maru asked the system. Only two words were familiar to him among the choices, weapon and armor. But he couldn't imagine the two most important women in his life to bear arms or wear thick armors. They wouldn't be comfortable with them, he thought. "The Weapon Fabricator and Armor Fabricator each cost 1,000 world energy, Maru." Madame Ais replied to its host. When Maru heard the system's answer, he couldn't help but sigh. He was not looking forward to convincing Uwyn and his mother, wear the bulky armors in his thoughts.

Valeria “Can you move?” Grimm asks. “Barely.” I squirm in the middle of the line, trying to unstick the leather clothes from my skin. The Firing Armada’s uniform—padded black leather pants and a long‑sleeved shirt made for those of us who don’t shift. Meant to blunt incoming damage. My hair is pulled into a slick bun, everything forced into place. “My balls can’t breathe,” Grimm whispers, tugging at the leather around his crotch.

Willa clutched the throne, shaking, then forced herself up. "Selene! Come out! What, too scared? Show yourself if you've got the guts!" She had no idea. I wasn't just rocking two Powers anymore. After munching on a few spoiled brats' cores, I unlocked a bonus—Invisibility. Had to check if my Powers even worked with her plot armor jamming everything, so I ghosted up and stepped in. Didn't expect her to whip out an AK and go full psycho. All that fear? Gone.

Has he seen him before? "I'm afraid I did not catch your name," He cleared his throat. From what he can see in the other's bloody chiton and wounded arm, he must've been attacked by a wild beast or anything of that sort. First things first, what's a child like him doing in the middle of the forest at this time of the night? Also, he wears a chiton. Is he somewhat a deity that he had never met before? His face is familiar.

I said, licking my lips to get rid of the dryness. "Oh... the Ankara fits me more, right?" he asked. Bringing his hands to my laps. We were both wearing a matching Ankara, A burgundy coloured one with gold star prints on it. Mine is a short, off the shoulder gown that fitted me like a glove. While his, was just the normal style for guys . " Be Over hyping yourself " I replied, pushing his hands away, only for him to bring it back. "Kene, you will like to concentrate." I said, smiling.

It was large and heavy, and made entirely out of stone, just like the armor was. This was Deus Armis – the Armor of the Gods. It was a powerful King Lease that allowed one to be clad in the forces of chaos. It was one of the ultimate sources of protection. This Lease manipulated the area around to produce a set of protective gear and an offensive weapon of your choosing. Today, Mane chose a sword. Maybe tomorrow he will choose a hammer. The platform here was the raw material manipulated by the Lease in this scenario. And even more amazing was that the Lease maintained the armor’s connection to the platform, which meant that even if it was breached it would be repaired, just like the platform

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.