Armor Wing Novels & Stories

"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.

She pulled back just enough to look at me. “What are you planning now?” There it was. Not if. What. I took a breath. “I’m designing armor,” I said. Her brows rose. “Armor?” “Personal combat armor,” I clarified. “For the Shadows. Lightweight. Flexible. Resistant to silver, wolfsbane, spell penetration. Something that doesn’t slow them down, but doesn’t let them die easily either.” Her hand tightened in my coat. “You’re preparing for casualties.” “I’m preparing to prevent them.”

After a pair of black and white swan wings appeared on her back, the sudden changes in her appearance started to show. Nowo now wears a tight silver battle dress with a red cloth wrapped around her waist; she also wears boots with feather-like designs covering both of her knees. Moha didn't grow wings on his back. He is now dressed in a brown hooded cloth as an inner and a light amount of silver knight armor for him to easily move his body and use his bow and arrows comfortably. Their crystals are still with them, embedded on their right wrists. This will serve as additional protection given by the power of the stone to maintain the health of their bodies.

Just glass optics, iron mechanics, and his own eye. "Five contacts," Ren called out, his voice steady despite the adrenaline flooding his system. "Armored Personnel Carriers. 'Rhino' class. Six wheels, reinforced plating, lead-lined against radiation." "That's the Blackwatch," Rook said, stepping up beside him. The old medic racked the slide of a combat shotgun, the sound echoing loudly in the bridge. He looked like a grim specter in his patchwork hazmat gear. "The Ministry's iron fist. They don't use AI targeting because AI can be hacked. They use eyes and fingers. You can't hack a man with a rifle, Ren."

Gun Sweat is continuously flowing down to my face, as I arrived at the hospital I immediately went to the emergency room " aunt, what happened?" I asked Off's mom when I saw her sitting outside " he.. tried killing himself by slashing (an: I'm sorry, not sure about the words to use for this, I hope you understand) his wrist," she said and bowed down " I'm sorry I called you.. I know you are having problems right now, but you are the only person that I know, that cares the most to my son" she added

His body is covered head to toe with armor, a mummy’s wrapping wrapped around his shoulders like a shawl an old woman would use to keep warm. His shoulders hold twin pieces of armor over his wrappings with spikes poking out from the metal. His headrest is decorated with a skeletal face at the top of it, the back flowing off of it as if the head was wearing it instead of the warrior. Two long pieces of the fabric hang past his shoulders in the front.

Not because they posed a threat, but they were part of Vacio's plan to annihilate White Day. But how? That ArmorBoy has a unique set of eyebrows, long earlobes, and cornrows-styled hair that was tied back into a ponytail by a clasp was tough. He donned an armor for his attire that was indestructible. He only broke though his armor when he used his remnant magic, but he was sure he can wear another set of armors in replacement.

I could feel his wolf pacing just beneath his skin, demanding blood, demanding to shift, demanding to hunt. The armory was in the basement, behind a vault door that required both his palm print and a retinal scan. The lights came on automatically as we entered, revealing rows of weapons that gleamed under the harsh fluorescents. Silver-edged blades. Custom rifles loaded with wolfsbane-tipped rounds. Body armor that looked like it could stop a charging Alpha. Communication earpieces so small they were almost invisible.