Armor Wing Novels & Stories

she stammers. "Knife and Dagger, All types of guns, Rifles, I've used a sword once, ooooh a crossbow, basically anything though. I don't discriminate." "O...O...Okay, that's all I need to know. Welcome to RBMS, Miss Collins." "Oh please, call me Ava, oh and might I recommend a job change; You're not cut out for this," I state before I'm dragged by the hancuffs on my wrists and taken out of the room by the guards.

The sky was still ink-dark when the fortress bells rang out across the mountain range. Warriors rushed into formation, leather and metal creaking as weapons were drawn. The scent of iron and ash clung to the air like an omen. Aria stood at the front, armored in silver-lined black, the crescent sigil across her breastplate gleaming faintly. Her eyes were calm. Her blood, roaring. Behind her, Varek mounted his obsidian-colored warhorse. His presence was silent but towering, a predator preparing to strike. On his other side, Kaelen double-checked the enchanted arrows slung across his back.

Blackened steel encased his shoulders and chest, each plate etched with the sigil of the Alpha bloodline, a snarling wolf, its fangs bared in eternal defiance. Over one shoulder draped a heavy mantle of frost-kissed fur, the pelt of a beast hunted only in the northern wilds, its pale strands glinting silver beneath the gloomy clouds. Thick leather boots, strapped in dark iron buckles, sank into the snow without a sound. Gauntlets, ridged like the curve of claws, flexed with the faintest creak of leather over steel. At his hip hung a dagger honed for killing and a longer ceremonial blade, its hilt wrapped in black hide and marked with runes known only to the Alpha's bloodline.

Their hot breath billowed into white clouds in the cold air, kicking up a choking cloud of dust. The lead wagon rumbled to a halt. Bruno jumped down from the driver’s seat, dressed in a crisp Black Rock military uniform. He didn’t look at Eira. He marched straight to the side of the wagon and ripped back the thick waterproof tarp. Blinding metal glint dazzled every eye. Stacked neatly inside were dozens of custom-forged Black Rock steel light armors, their surfaces glowing faintly with defensive runes. Beside them lay bundles of unopened rune-engraved longswords, their hilts wrapped in sweat-absorbent leather.

What flaw? The ceramic plates do not wrap around the lateral ribs, Valerie said, her words coming fast and sharp. They left a three inch gap under the armpits to allow for arm rotation during firing. The seal there is only triple woven nylon. A standard nine millimeter round will slide right through it. Dominic let out a low, dangerous laugh, a dark grin spreading across his face. You designed their armor, and now you are going to help me tear it off. I am going to the roof, Valerie said, reaching out and snatching a spare tactical radio from the workbench. Give me a channel. I will guide your shooters from the high ground.

A simple sliver metallic wings emerged on her bag, instantly she was able to control her drop speed and even able to control her flying path easily. Air Maneuver gear was one of the R&D department's latest works, it's simply a flight control device that replaces the modern parachute. In its inactive state, it was simply a small metal backpack that has a round glass orb planted visibly on the surface when activated, the device will erect a pair of metallic wings, that was made from and Orichalcum which was coated with a harpy monster extract, which will give it properties of hovering on-air and ease control of wind properties.

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.

"Sorry, sir, your wings must be treated immediately. Otherwise, the wound could get wider, rot, and be filled with maggots." Wiggy shuddered. "Can you dwarfs are not exaggerating!" He led the Elves out of the room. “Before you guys put that smelly porridge on my wings, I want to change my clothes first. This armor makes me itchy, and sadly it can't be scratched! ” ***

I said. “We’re not leaving you,” three of my she-wolf warriors said, touching my shoulders. I grabbed all of them and hugged them tight, just as the front door burst open.

His opponent was stronger, so he had to start with his best. “Glow: Wyvern Transformation” Abe’s eyes quickly took on a deeper shade of brown as a red aura engulfed him. The golden armor he wore quickly turned into a mix of crimson and yellow as several red scales intercalated into the golden armor’s exterior. Two wings that were as sharp as a High Grade Sword sprouted from Abe’s back and propelled him forward even faster. The dark red blades that lined the edges of the wings sent chills down Breaker’s back. And he didn’t need someone else to tell him that he shouldn’t allow that thing near him.