Armor Novels & Stories

“You are not lost. I know you’re fighting—please, let my light guide you back.” The force within her grew stronger by the second, and the glow around her intensified. It spilled over into the corridor, weaving a shield of radiant energy that pushed back the oppressive dark. Slowly, the wild tendrils of corruption that had begun to coil around Magnus’s form seemed to hesitate, recoiling as if in the presence of something pure and unbreakable.

She raised his guard and waited for another attack to come but nothing happened. She took a look at the immobile figure standing in front of the building. It was a three meters tall set of armor with no face appearing on the helmet's hole. Blue runes emitted a soft light through all its body creating a blue halo around its figure. There were signs of combat on the armor as it was full of dents and holes. Seeing that the armor was unmoving, Sara relaxed and thought for a bit. 'Is it defending that area? How do I destroy it?'

“This should help protect you from that awful device.” Arnold holds the vest in his hands, looking down at it with a combination of revulsion and awe. “This is another thing that ought to have never been created. A moon rabbit pelt is a sacred thing, not to be bartered away or sliced up for parts.” “We can destroy it once this is all over,” I promise him. “For now, just use it to stay safe.” Arnold sighs, setting the armor down. “Come back in about an hour,” he tells me. “Knock three times, so I know that it’s you.”

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Hana was dressed like a true hunter, and it was hot. Black combat boots that I assumed had hidden blades in the toe and heel, black tactical pants that had hidden pockets to store potions, a gun holster on her left thigh, and a holster of blades on the right. Her left kevlar vambrace held a dozen thin silver bolts that she could launch with a flick of her wrist, while the right probably concealed a blade or a spray. A simple form-fitting black t-shirt pulled over the high collar kevlar vest obscured her form but protected her, and that’s what mattered.

Just then, a guy bumped into Kendall and I stumbled backward almost falling down but Kendall caught me by my waist. I saw a guy with black hair and armless top showing the full tattoo he had on both arms, starting from his shoulder to his wrist holding a girl by her waist and two other guys both with tattoo too but the other two have brown hair. "Nice to see you Kendall" the tattoo guy said "Out of my way Jason, I'm not here for a fight" Kendall told the tattoo guy calmly I don't get it, how can he keep his cool in this kind of situation. This guy is challenging him and as the bad boy he is, I expect him to be furious, probably hit him or something

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

"Shit! I hurt you!" ********