Armor Wing Novels & Stories

I took the hospital gown which Nicole had thrown over to me and quickly disappeared behind the curtain I had changed behind earlier on, shifting back into my human form, I hissed as I finally felt the effects of the wound. The pain was worse than what I had been feeling in my neck two days' ago and when I looked down at the size of the wound, I knew that I was going to have another scar to add to the collection I was slowly gathering. But at least this one was a real battle wound. Damn silver. I am going to have to have words with the Moon Goddess about that. You do that and perhaps I won't have a hideous scar to show for my idiocy once the would heals.

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 ethereal aura as she moved.

His fuse blew up, instantly. “Screw this!” A Jet-Black Armor manifested around his body. He kicked the gate into smithereens jumped out of the vehicle. Other passengers who were busy contacting their families saw a black-armored man jumping out of the levitating vehicle. The interesting fact was the armored man did not fall to the ground. In fact, he dashed through the sky like a black meteorite. Creed did not understand if this was his luck or coincidence that he had received such a useful Soul-Armas just before the time of crisis. The moment he called Aves Wings, his back grew a pair of wings almost instantly. Its shape was almost like the wings of a dragon.

And yet, the suit itself remained remarkably lightweight. Aeron grinned. "Shell-armor weave. It won't save you from a proper stabbing, but it'll stop anything short of someone trying to gut you. It won't rip as easy as regular training suits. Redmoon warriors wear something similar. At the rate you two have been training... and with you running through the woods alone, Gods... both of you." Nova blinked, stunned. Then she looked at Aeron like he'd just handed her a lifeline. He held up a second suit. "I had a few made. Elle, you take this one."

Earth had been transformed into an interstellar fortress armed to the teeth. On the top floor of Sterling Tower, Katherine secured a chest plate shimmering with dark gold and ice-blue light onto Jack’s torso. This was the "Valkyrie-Apex" combat armor. It was the flawless fusion of Earth’s highest tech, the Old Ones' divine runes, and the Remnant Fleet’s anti-entropy alloys, custom-tailored for the Planet's Alpha.

All eyes were on the star's ascension, watching it unfolded into bursting wings of light. Lars has transformed into a white armored angel with six divine wings hovering behind his back, connected by a golden halo. The armor was his own solidified Scion Force, sparkling in majestic grandeur of white and gold. A sword patterned crown rested on Lars' head, having the same royal pattern as his brilliantly burning Celestial Calibur.

His eyes lingered on my bloodied shirt. "I'm okay, really. I healed. I just want to get out of here." "Alright, hop on, let's go." A few more motorcycles pulled in behind us. Cole handed me his helmet. I swung my leg over. I traced the wings on his black leather jacket. I'd never gotten a chance to see them up close. It was an intricate embroider of a curvy woman with angel wings bent forward, blowing a kiss. Above it in scripted writing read "Ardor Brothers."

" Maru asked the system. Only two words were familiar to him among the choices, weapon and armor. But he couldn't imagine the two most important women in his life to bear arms or wear thick armors. They wouldn't be comfortable with them, he thought. "The Weapon Fabricator and Armor Fabricator each cost 1,000 world energy, Maru." Madame Ais replied to its host. When Maru heard the system's answer, he couldn't help but sigh. He was not looking forward to convincing Uwyn and his mother, wear the bulky armors in his thoughts.

came his only reply and she mouthed a thank you before walking out of the office briskly lest he changed his mind. She kept drawing the length of her gown down as they walked into the hotel. Aurora was dressed in a pair of black short gown and she had a white wig on her hair while the make up on her face was heavy, right now she looked like a hot seductress who was going to be an interpreter. Why did Bigfoot make her do this anyways? She felt so lost and uncomfortable. “Hello” she greeted as she walked in front of the door, the guards standing there inspected her from head to toe before nodding and she entered inside and she wished she had not.

Those fearless creatures flew in terror from the unknown phenomenon and fought with weaker beasts for their hiding spots. “I want a full report of our situation, damage, and location sent an SOS to the main army too.” Said a 2 meters tall humanoid clad in red-trimmed black power armor, a skull with eight red wings painted on his chest as military distinction, and an energy rifle strapped to his back. He was standing on a platform in a room full of other “people” of varying size and number of limbs, all of them wore the same type of armor with different amounts of wings, but no one had more than the humanoid. “The shield is at full power, sir! No lives were lost in the crash so far!” answered