Armored Core Ao3 Novels & Stories

Lucien asked, moving to Kael’s side, ignoring the stinging ozone smell that clawed at his lungs. "We need to create a bottleneck," Kael replied, his movements jerky, robotic. "A physical shunt. Something that can conduct the raw kinetic discharge without exploding. Arthur, your armor—the alloy plating on your chest piece. It’s reinforced graphene. It might hold the charge long enough." Arthur looked down at his battered, soot-stained chest plate, then up at Kael. "You want me to tear it off and shove it into the core terminal?" "If you don't, we’re all turning into vapor in two minutes," Kael said, his voice straining.

"The armor is self-healing!" I narrowed my eyes. The First Crown pulsed, and for a heartbeat, my vision shifted. I didn't see the silver armor or the black blade. I saw the flow of Aether. There. Deep behind the Knight’s breastplate, right where a human heart would beat, was a pulsating, crystalline sphere of corrupted blood. It was the Blood Core—the source of his immortality and the anchor for his soul-fire. "Killian! The center of the chest!" I yelled, my voice amplified by the Void. "The core is hidden behind the third rib! You have to crack the plate, and I'll do the rest!"

The General stood over him, his tuning-fork staff vibrating at a frequency that was literally De-compiling Xander’s Alpha DNA. "The Core... is the Encryption Key," the General’s voice boomed, echoing through the "Cloud" and the physical world simultaneously. "Once the Alpha is uploaded, the North will be locked. A perfect, static archive. No more conflict. No more... evolution." "He’s not an archive, you piece of junk!" I roared. I didn't try to hack the army. I didn't try to stop the light. I did something far more dangerous. I initiated a Remote Breach into the General’s own obsidian armor.

"Where... what the fuck is this?" "The Core." Aradaa stood, his boots making no sound. "The storehouse. It’s all of them, Kaelor. Every woman the virus took. Their memories are right here." A shimmering aurora of data swirled above them. It wasn't just light. It was a cathedral of echoing sadness. Every data-flake that drifted past carried a fragment—a laugh, a scent of rain, a mother’s voice. Aradaa’s own static aura, usually a jagged blue lightning, began to bleed out. The white light of the Core soaked into his skin, turning his energy into a maternal, blinding white. He was connecting. The Mother-Code was recognizing its own blood.

Excitedly, it began to spin faster and faster. The lighting attribute spiritual power howled within his veins. Some strange runes even appeared from his golden core. Boom. Countless thundering flames surrounded Alex instantly. He could feel his clothes burning into ashes right away. Although the Profound Martial Shield Armor Art covered his skin, it didn’t seem to be effective with such thundering flames around it. The flames directly pierced through the barrier and entered his body. Alex’s golden core was spinning frantically. It was getting faster and faster while absorbing the thundering flames.

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.

Arjun's eyes had deep cavernous black and Neil's eyes were Deep Hazel. Aashmaan was lost in observing them. Arjun blinked his eyes at her. Seeing an awkward silence, the manager of the orphanage cleared his throat Aashmaan's roommate nudged her and then Aashmaan came back from her Wonderland of observing DEVIL and BEAST. …. Spoiler alert:- His eyes were bloodshot. His hands were clenched in a tight fist. A powerful aura was radiating out of him in waves. The aura was so powerful and dark that she shivered in fear under his hard gaze. She gulped down and ran away from there. .... Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Her image was jagged, glitching with black static from Elara's interference. "Welcome home, Alpha," Liora's voice came not from the projection but from the mouths of the thousands around her. The sound of so many voices, speaking in flat unison, hit Kael like a punch. "Do you like my new armor? It's more fragile than steel. Much more... emotional." Kael stepped forward, his boots crunching on the ruined ground. "Let them go, Liora. This is between us. You want the 'Void-Touch'? You want the Alpha-Core? Come and take it, but leave the innocents out of this."

Osiris Orion was never one to show weakness, not to me, not to anyone. But before he left for Vegas, something was different. His usual armor, the one he wore so well, was cracked. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t do a damn thing to help him. The look in his eyes—the weight he was carrying—haunts me even now as I sit in the war room, running my hands through my hair. I think back to that conversation we had before he left.

Not releasing power but making it denser, like forging metal under pressure. The Aegis units responded. Their core channels brightened. Lucien’s eyes widened slightly. “They’re drawing stability from her consolidation.” “Good,” I said. Because that was the intention. If she fell in battle, the armor still held residual imprint. But if she lived, and she would, the armor strengthened further in proximity to her. And even if it killed me, I would never let my sweet Zenith fall. “Sixty percent,” Lucien reported. Zenith’s breathing deepened. The circle beneath her began to glow white-gold instead of soft amber. I stepped closer, not to intervene, but to anchor.