Armor Novels & Stories

"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.

he said, “for something that wouldn’t give her a stroke. She yelled at me for ten minutes about timing and surges and labor. Then she made this.” He threaded the chain through his fingers, letting it catch the ward light. “It’s not a mark,” he said. “Not a bond. Just a ward anchor. If you wear it, it should help you ground small spikes. Like Mae’s rocks. Without lighting up every tree within a mile.” She stared at it. “Jewelry?” she said, trying for lightness and not quite getting there. “Armor,” he said. “Just… pretty.” Her hand lifted, hovering.

"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.

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

But, again, she was being nice as she didn't have the right to object. The armor was forged from the finest silver, intricately etched with ancient symbols that symbolized strength and protection as Alpha Raven had explained to her. It hugged her form snugly, providing both flexibility and durability. The chest plate featured a magnificent wolf emblem, a testament to her status as a member of the pack and a warrior in her own right. Her gauntlets were crafted from reinforced leather, offering a combination of dexterity and defense. Each finger was equipped with silver claws, honed to deadly precision. A silver-trimmed cloak billowed behind her, offering an eth