Armor Wing Novels & Stories

“Good morning, please come closer, I will take your blood for a moment, it’s not that hurt but you can close your eyes if you afraid” The lady says it like she already repeated it as a template for her entire career as a nurse here. Arthur pushed my wheelchair closer to the nurse, his eyes meet my eyes, and he notices the fear within me. He held out his hand to me, trying to calm me down. And I accept his helping hand, hold it so tight to disguise the needle prick in my skin. I remember I hold his hand so tight, really tight ‘till I can feel the warmth of his palm.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

His Majesty, Laroyna Drako Avinus Fafner on the other hand, was her exact opposite. His ink black hair and deep red eyes were very distant and almost bored as his gaze weighed down on us. He was wearing an identical formal uniform like his son, who stood to his left. But his chest glistened with more medals than his younger look-alike, blinding me along with his solid gold crown. The largest ruby I had ever seen rested on his crowns center and little emeralds and diamonds snakes around the rest of it. His very presence was intimidating and fear-inducing, as if he were there to judge the very value of your soul before you moved onwards after death. And it didn’t help that his right hand was r

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

I feel like I should. The armor had a coif with a squared, t-shaped opening leaving the eyes and mouth exposed; a squared nose guard protected the nose. Attached to the top was a leather piece used to attach long, colored hairs which flowed towards the back. The shoulders were fairly rounded, broad, and relatively small in size. They were decorated with two smaller blades on each side, curved towards the backside. The upper arms were protected by squared, fully covering rerebraces which sat quite well under the shoulder plates. Vambraces wrapped the lower arms with a row of long, curved spikes on the outer sides.

“Well, I've never fought one so I can't really tell. But from the books it's an artery on their neck, different from the rest, they hide it well and it's their weak point.” “So if we find and strike them there they'll die.” Aella said, “or we burn them” “Correct.” He nodded. “Not bad, I'll have Aragon work on that. But why do they have wings? The ones I saw didn't.” “Maybe the witch did something to them.” he shrugged. “Makes sense.” “So that settles that. Next is attack and defense. My Gamma will remain in the pack alongside his mate and his team to defend and protect the children and old ones in case it becomes a necessity.” The words rolled off my tongue smoothly.

My hands trembled as they opened it despite Dexter’s warnings. I needed evidence badly and when I saw a gold blonde male wig, I cried out and broke into uncontrollable tears.

He jumps out of the car and circles it to open the door for me. Instead of going into the manor, Ren leads me around the building, where a wedding party is going on. People all dressed beautifully wander around, talking and laughing between each other while they sip wine from their tall stemmed glasses. The theme is lavender and white, which makes sense considering the dress Ren supplied me with. “Who is this for?” I ask, as we merge into the group. As we walk past, slightly tipsy women nudge at Ren, make comments about his appearance while most stare from a distance. I’m not surprised, considering Ren is an Alpha and also rather attractive. However, he doesn’t seem to take much notice.

He chuckled to himself as he sat in his office, thinking that Bandit finally got his wish. A knock fell on the open door and Jake looked up. “Yes?” “It’s time, Prez,” Weasel said. In the parking lot in front of the bar, they all mounted their bikes. Weasel picked James up and settled him on the bike in front of him. He’d gotten his own vest, the name ‘Grim’ stitched to the chest and ‘Blood of Wrath’ on the back. It was a struggle to get him to take it off, but on the inside, Jake was proud that James had accepted club life so easily.

In the Vanguard’s staging hall, just behind the Matriarch’s grand balcony, Mwajuma stood in perfect stillness. She looked at her reflection in a tall, polished silver mirror. The woman looking back was a stranger to the mud and blood of Mapambazuko. She wore the dark leather and canvas uniform of the elite, but it was the armor that truly defined her. The custom-forged iron-shale pauldron rested heavily on her right shoulder, its veins of pure gold gleaming in the torchlight. The brutal, articulated stone gauntlet covered her right forearm, a weapon capable of shattering a monster’s skull or holding up a collapsing wall.