Armor Wing Novels & Stories

The penthouse suite was flooded with the bright, golden light of the morning sun, the mountain wind rustling the sheer curtains of the balcony doors as if last night's violence had never occurred. I walked into the private master closet, pulling two sets of heavy tactical gear from the high-clearance racks. The Crescent Warrior armor was built for high-intensity sector operations lightweight, layered Kevlar plating embroidered with the silver crescent crest across the shoulders and reinforced with internal titanium threading to resist claw impacts. I stripped out of my rumpled formal uniform, pulling the dark tactical shirt and structured pants over my frame before locking the heavy chest pl

Awan exclaimed raising his sword. “We did just meet, but you have to know that I care about you! Awan, we don’t need to do this.” Alfi said. An orange Iru cloaks in the blade. “Varytita: 1000000 Tons!” Awan exclaimed swinging his sword horizontally. It unleashes a gravity wave flying through to Alfi. “Guess I have no choice.” Alfi draws Shikulo from his bracelet and puts those white anti-heat gloves on.

Its surface is smooth and pristine, capturing the essence of both elegance and strength. The intricate engravings along the edges depict scenes of valour and heroism, adding a touch of artistry to its formidable presence. As the wearer moves, the armour emits a soft, metallic sound, a reminder of the power it embodies. With each closing distance, it radiates an aura of invincibility, making it clear that beneath the shimmering exterior lies a warrior prepared to face any challenge. Their spirits surged. Their cheers rolled like thunder. And just like that, morale was increased.

I assure him. He nods again and I see determination fill his eyes. A small smile cross my lips as I stand. I turn around to see Aurelia wielding a strange weapon I don’t recognize. It appears to be a very long chain with a curved blade at each end. She swings the chain around and my eyes fly wide as the blades slice through half a dozen guards in a single sweep. “Holy crap,” I murmur. “There are four waves of ground warriors—if they fail then the Arks come!” she shouts to me. “If we can take the warriors out fast enough then we’ll have a few minutes to get out!”

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

Chapter 35: The Ares Protocol The air in the secret hangar beneath the cliffs hummed with a low-frequency vibration that rattled the marrow of Jade’s bones. Hidden behind a massive, retractable rock face was the Ares—a sleek, delta-winged prototype finished in a matte-black skin that seemed to swallow the dim emergency lighting. It didn't look like a plane; it looked like a shard of obsidian designed to pierce the heavens.

Neither Mom nor Dad spared me a backward glance. From that day onward, I learned to stand on my own two feet. I had to take care of myself. I was only six years old when I faced the loneliness, the danger, and the helplessness of life on my own. I forced myself to be strong and resilient. I forced myself to be independent. I made sure to build a tough armor around myself to protect myself from harm. My armor was close to perfect during my childhood and teenage years. However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

It hugs them like a glove, which makes sense, given that all of this is possible because of a pair of black gloves. Ghost armor is incredibly complex, and only the highest ranking warriors in the Ghost army have it. The armor makes it impossible for enemies to pick up their scent, is impenetrable, and can turn to a full coat of armor if they shift from human form to wolf form, and back again.

He sighed in relief and hugged me once I reached him. "We have less than ten minutes." I nod and look at all the warriors surrounding the barriers. Armor sat on all the wolves, the inside made of soft silk but the outside made of silver. Eli started to carefully put some armor on me, my legs wobbled at the weight. Victoria gave me some of her strength so I could actually stand up straight. Eli shifted next to me I couldn't help but smile at my new height. Someone put the armor on him, his legs being able to take it with ease.