Anime Armors Novels & Stories

“You never told me about the armour, Arshild.” :Like I said, it wasn’t meant for you. With how little your mana is, you won’t be able to maintain it for long so I just discarded it out of the interface. Besides, you already have incredible power with your astra alone. But after what we’ve been through today, I’d say we better work on your mana capacity soon: “Yeah. My mana is already a lot higher than average, isn’t it? Just how much mana does the armour use?” :That depends. If the armour gets damaged in battle, the consumption is going to increase to repair said damage. Just like the weapons. The armour was never perfect since the Hero came before I could finish it:

You two ride at the fore. Raven read the words. Nodded once—small, steady. She felt the cold place inside her rise like a tide, eager, ready. Victoria’s hand found hers under the table; fingers laced tight. They suited up in the armory—Valrosian battle armor fitted perfectly now: blackened steel plates over dark leather, obsidian scale at shoulders and chest, crimson cloaks edged with protective runes. Raven’s midnight-blue dress stayed folded in their room; today was for war, not silk.

"But I feel it now. I feel everything. I’m not scared anymore, Anna. I’m just angry." Anna pulled back, nodding solemnly. "Good. Use that anger. We're going to need it." Anna turned toward the center of the room. The 30th had arrived, and with it, the "Jameson" identity dissolved forever. She reached into the air, calling upon the McKinnley inheritance that now flowed through her like a river of molten gold. From the empty air, her battle armor materialized—crafted from dark, enchanted leather and reinforced with Filigree Silver that wouldn't burn her, but would melt any Devonshire who dared touch it.

Armano stood there. He was in full riot gear—black tactical vest, heavy boots, helmet with the visor pushed back. A rifle was slung over his shoulder, and a sidearm was holstered at his thigh. He looked like he had stepped out of a dystopian future. He was covered in soot, and a small cut above his eyebrow was welling with blood. He stepped forward, grabbing my arm and hauling me up. His grip was iron, bruising. "Are you insane?" he hissed, his face inches from mine. His eyes were wild, frantic—not with fear, but with a terrifying, focused rage. "Do you have a death wish?"

One of them decided to grab the curved tulwar sword to cut off the arms of the boy who was interfering with their work. "You guys stand down. I got this!" He told other coworkers who had beaten Kanji to back off and drew a sword at the boy. The little boy was frightened, shaking like a leaf, but still hugged the camel tightly and closed his eyes. *Pow!* *Pow!* *Pow!*… The air bullets from the submachine gun shot all the evil ones out. Kanji glanced up and saw a man in an Airburst nano armor uniform with a local paisley pattern on it before he fainted.

Natsu said with a concerned expression. "You don't have to worry, I can handle it, I have no problem with fighting him head on. Besides I got this armor to protect me, it won't be easy for him to cut through it." Yami said as he increased his energy making the armor to start glowing which made the boss more excited as he smirked. "Hey Natsu, let's win this thing and get out of here quickly" Yami said as he took a weird cat stance which made Natsu smile and reply, "Yeah!"

He walked over, towering over me, and said casually, "What's wrong? Haven't heard from you in a while. Are you mad at me? I haven't seen you in so long. I really want to hug you." He spoke in that familiar sweet tone, bending toward me. I smelled the woman's fragrance on him and instinctively recoiled in disgust, turning my body away. Ross froze mid-motion. In the past, whenever we fought, his gentle embrace always managed to calm me no matter how angry I was. Ross straightened up, frowning deeply. "What's your problem now?" I didn't answer. Instead, I stood up and moved to the nearby couch, putting some space between us. His expression soured further, as he impatiently tried to explain.

He took Damian’s hand and pulled him up. "But you still leave your left side open," Damian noted, tapping Leo’s ribs. "I'm working on it," Leo smiled. THE ARMORY We geared up. The Sanctuary Guard wasn't a ragtag militia anymore. Thanks to Seraphina’s funding and Ironclaw’s logistics, they were a modern army. Matte black armor woven with carbon nanotubes and silver thread. Assault rifles modified to fire depleted uranium rounds (for armor piercing) and hollow points filled with wolfsbane (for rogues). But for the Hollow Men, we needed something else. "Bone," Silas said, walking into the armory with a crate. "If they are anti-magic, metal might conduct their Null field. We go primitive." He op

I swallowed, letting the tension slip slightly from my shoulders. I couldn’t stop myself from watching him, either. The way he moved was effortless, controlled. He didn’t just lean on the counter—he owned the space, like it belonged to him. And in a room full of chaos, he was calm. Always calm. Always aware. Watching him made me wonder how much of him was armor and how much was the real person.

It was mid-afternoon, and the sky had darkened, as if night was approaching. “Imada Yoshio!” Tyr entered the Shindo Order’s palace with the blade slung over his shoulders. No one dared come out and stop him along the way. A skinny old man with the height of only 150 meters happened to be walking at this time in the palace’s innermost chambers. A set of ancient-looking armor hung in the center of the palace. The design was strikingly similar to Japanese armor from two centuries ago. In fact, Imada Armor was the name of this set of armor. When Imada was thirty years old, he wore this armor on the battlefield.