Armor Wing Novels & Stories

On the day of departure, the entire clan gathered near the main gate of the valley, standing in solemn silence. They did not cheer, they simply watched quietly as Rayden walked past them. He no longer wore his ascetic robes. He now wore the Shadow Ice Armor, a lightweight yet incredibly sturdy bluish-black leather armor capable of absorbing light and blending into shadows. At his waist hung the Frozen Moon Blade, a long, slender sword forged from eternal ice, radiating a biting cold.

She didn't believe he would keep that old thing. He laughs at her and gets dressed, it was a black garb that exposed the arms and the mid section, the chest was plated with amour and there were gauntlets.to where to protect the lower arm. He slides his mask on and his pants are sticking to his body like glue. They were placed a bit under his waist and she was able to see the drool worthy 'V' he had around his torso.

As I look at her, I place my hand on the chest plate. “With your power and skills, and the formula for the reinforcement steel, this armor will truly be unstoppable. No one will get in my way. Everyone will have to listen to me. Everyone.” Dr. Cho’s eyes and head glow once more as she looks at a computer. Immediately, the computer monitor comes to life and the keyboard is typing itself. I follow the glowing red wires from the computer to the armor. A second later, the right arm rises all by itself and the hand closes.

Naturally, I fled the scene immediately. I was just about to go and look for Archer when he was suddenly thrown out of the mansion by a flow of golden crows. If he hadn’t built an energy shield along his body, he would have been filled with holes by now. Mammon comes out with a golden armor made with golden crow wings, looking pissed off. His nails have golden crow talons that are long and sharp enough for anyone to make ribbons. Something tells me that he might have found the family vault of the Belingham family.

I can't help asking. He removes a sheath with a small knife from his hip and slides it into the leather ties of the arm guards. "Several will fit comfortably and won't inhibit your movement. Never rely on one weapon; you always want backup." His lesson intrigues me so much I forget I'm all but naked. Then he turns me to the side and his breath runs across my shoulders through my hair. Suddenly, I feel every bit of my unclothed state. He doesn't seem to notice the goose bumps that pepper my skin as he attaches the other arm guard.

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.