Armor Wing Novels & Stories

it was a skintight armored bodysuit one of the newest designs worn by the host hunters, this one was designed for female angelic warriors, who were slim of frame and putting it on even with the armor plating, it still outlined every full curve of her body her breast thighs hips everything was on shameless display she looked indecently sexy in it when she shouldn't, there was nothing to be done about that she put on her armored combat boots and black leather duster coat she had customized it herself to carry her swords today would be the first time the host would seeing her angelic scimitar blades, the beautiful black and silver curved blades marked with angelic symbols that would activate un

“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.

“Do you want to catch a cold?” I snorted. “A cold?” “Yeah,” She said. “Don’t you know that even big bad wolves get cold too?” “Not my type,” I commented smugly. She shook her head and then began searching through her big leather bag for something and after about a minute, she brought out an old muffler with purple and black stripes. Before I could protest, she placed the muffler around my neck and the immediate warmth it provided brought a smile to my lips. “How does that feel?” She asked with a wide grin.

he says suddenly. I freeze, turning around to look at him. He looks more intimidating than last time when he was in Ren’s clothing. He wears dark clothing, his shirt tight to his chest, sleeves reaching his wrists before being covered in black leather gloves. He hasn’t taken them off yet either. “What did you say?” “I said get on the bed,” he demands.

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.