Armor Novels & Stories

We hold on to each other and she notices the blood dripping down my arm. "Why isn't that one healing?" "The knife was silver, so it will take a bit longer to heal." She rips off the bottom part of her top and wraps it around my arm. "There you go, to help with the bleeding until we can get it cleaned and remove all the bits of silver." "Thank you." Once more we hold each others arms and carry on walking. I mind link with Dax. "I have managed to get out of the cave, we are now walking through a bit of wooded area."

“Is this hurt? He asked. I think for a while, hmm it does hurt though. I nodded, “however, I have to do the blood test twice a day. How can I think about the pain?” Arthur still staring at my hand, it's fat as it is full of IV fluid. “How long it takes to get my hands back to the actual size? Look, it's very full” I furrowed my brows, expressing my displeasure at these stocky fingers. Arthur gently stroked my hand, and I was stunned. A touch he didn't normally do. I'm kind of feeling so awkward, but he still did it anyway. Is he momentarily unconscious? Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats.

I nudged the door open with the toe of my black vans—I may have been wearing a suit but I wasn't going to wear loafers too—and leaned my shoulder against the door frame. Jericho was busy adjusting Gunnar's tie while Gunnar adorned his cufflinks. Beads of sweat were already collecting on Gunnar's temple and his jaw was set in a hard, sharp line. Miranda had taylor-made his suit to fit him perfectly, the smooth shiny midnight blue material snug around his biceps. He wore a black button-down beneath and shiny loafers with a pretty pocket square to match his tie. His hair was trimmed and styled neatly, unlike mine that was tousled and still looked perfect, and his stubble-coated jaw was neatened

"Girl! You should see your face right now, peace mocked." "Will you ever be on my side? Ugh!" "No, never she sings." Finally, after five tormenting hours on makeup and hairstyling, they think it's time to set me free. Peace showed me the three dresses, Alex picked for me and honestly, they are all breathtaking. One is a purple sleeveless body con gown that looks fitting. It is neither short nor long. It is beautiful. The other is a long strapless red gown. It shines brightly under the dim light and I can tell that It fit in perfectly, as it curves around my waist nicely but then, it's too revealing for my likeness.

She's expressed there is no interest on her end, but he is relentless and thats probably one of the best attributes about him that Riley loves as she knows he will protect and care for her no matter what. Riley rolls out of bed and stretches as she sits at the edge. With only 20 minutes until she has to leave for school, she has no time to shower. She strips out of her pink silk pajama set and grabs a pair of skinny jeans, a cropped white t-shirt that hugs her upper half, and her converse. She then brushes out her hair, which she styles in a messy bun atop her head. She stands in front of her floor-length mirror, assessing the way she looks. Riley knows she's pretty. She's petite but has cur

It looked new and it was tailored to my taste. “This is the finest armor I had made for you. Made with the finest steel and breathable. I know you don’t like restriction. I made Gilly imbue some magically properties in the armor. It will make you faster and more precise. It can deflect attacks easily and it will protest you from any form of harm.” He said.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it. Prince Thorn and his mate, Princess Ariana, were with us. Thorn's armour was also made from Phaikón Árgyron. Instead of being mail, it was an intricately designed chest plate. Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated.

I almost ran right into Eve and Hart on my way down the hallway. "Good morning! You look like you're feeling better." Hart called as Eve hugged me. "I am! Thanks for all your help yesterday." I replied and then hurried into our room to change. I threw on some jeans and a long sleeve v neck with a sweater over it and grabbed my phone and purse and put on my boots. I grabbed my library books that I needed to return and shoved them into an empty bookbag. Then I put on my coat and helmet and took my keys.

I can be a handful, but only because I can take care of myself and don’t need babysitters. I do feel bad for them though, hence why I like to give them breaks – which they refuse to take. Not only are these two stuck standing guard in front of whatever room I’m in, but they have to do it covered head to toe in armour. Looks amazing, but I wouldn’t want to wear it. The armour is made from graphene, it’s flexible and elastic while being strong and lightweight. The beauty of this particular armour is that it’s been imbued with makkari magic. The armour is sentient, to a degree. It can sense the species of the attacking enemy and alter itself accordingly. So, if say a sirna was attacking them, t