Armored Core Crossover Novels & Stories

In a joint effort with China, two massive energy shields were deployed over Shenzhen and Rome, sparing them from the nuclear fire that consumed so much of the rest of the world. The OMEGA Horizon Shield, known by the locals as the 'scudo orizzonte', saved their lives. This massive energy shield and it's sister shield in Shenzhen were precursors to the Ancille shields that dominated the Iron War today. The Italian capital suddenly found itself part of a booming robot craze, fueled by the emergence of the Transatlantic Military Corporation.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds and opened them again. "Let's dance." When he opened them again, the cabin disappeared, and his vision was much broader. He felt raw power coursing through his veins, and his mind was clear as the day. The soldiers clad in EXO armor were still trying to attack him, but only the Rail guns could deal any real damage to the mech, which was low enough to be ignored. [Back-up arrives in 00:00:03:59] [Time remaining until self-destruction: 00:00:04:55]

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

Pack warriors are given a special blessing to earn a place among the moon, and the spirits of their mates, and kin, are free to visit them in the sky. Iris can sense I’m running behind, and she doesn’t keep me. Mace looks so much like his mother, it still gives me pause sometimes. At forty-eight, her hair is still black as the night sky, she looks ten years younger, and barely any lines mark her face. The top half of her features are a mirror to her son’s, her highbrow, those expressive dark eyes, while from his lips down, my ex is an Ironclaw through and through with his strong jawline and full lips.

Creed nodded and bent on his knees to pull the last two energy bars in his pocket over his shins. He tried up the knot on his boot and said, "Alright!" He got up and extended his arm, "But first…I need an Armor!" [ A stray soul-armas signature appeared ] [ Gained Soul-Armas: Weeing Edge (Grade: Weapon) ] [ A stray soul-armas signature appeared ] [ Gained Soul-Armas: Mist Core (Grade: Armor) ]

“Why? What happened?” “That wretched good for nothing Ripper!” Dad cursed. “What did he do this time around?” I asked. “He attacked our betas and most of them are severely injured and undergoing critical treatments, including beta Harrison, our Alpha’s best friend.” “Oh!” I exclaimed, acting like I didn’t know. “That’s not good at all.” Mum snarled. “How I wish Alpha Dexter would kill off that murderous bastard before he ruins everything for us.” “Alpha Dexter?” I scoffed, remembering his shameful act of cowardice and betrayal.

The ground shifted as three Architects—the ten-foot giants of glass—stepped out from the shadows of the Obelisk. But these weren't like the ones at the border. These were wearing Thorne Security armor. "They’ve merged," Julian whispered, raising his weapon. "The tech and the monsters. They’re evolving." The Battle for the Foundation Aero Charging a "Supernova" punch to crack the Obelisk's base. Critical (Draining fast) Lyra Maintaining a "Void Shield" to stop the green beams. High (Strained)

Kane The moon hung low in the sky as we arrived at the outskirts of Samyspring. A sea of towering trees greeted us, their leaves rustling with a nervous energy that seemed to mirror our own. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a tension that crackled like electricity. Richard rode at my side, his gaze a blazing fire of determination – the rightful alpha of Samyspring, resolute in his quest to reclaim what had been unjustly taken from him by his best friend. The gravity of our mission hung heavy in the air, and as we neared the entrance to the pack, a formidable line of roguish figures awaited us. Carlos, it seemed, had been forewarned of our arrival, and his forces were poised for conf

The black armor he wore appeared forged from darkness itself. The crimson markings running across it pulsed like veins beneath skin. His eyes locked onto mine from across the battlefield. And he smiled. The sight made every muscle in my body tighten. I hated that smile. I hated everything about him. The man who murdered my mother. The man who manipulated kingdoms. The man who stole years of my life. The man responsible for Aurora's death. The man responsible for forcing us to send our daughter away. Corey slowly removed his helmet. Silver hair. Cruel eyes. A face that looked enough like mine to make my stomach turn.

carbon—a material that shouldn't exist in the "Dead-Zone." "This isn't a 'Silo', Dad," Thomas said, his "Independent" curiosity "Indexing" the "Mechanical" seams of the door. "This is a 'Crossover' point. It’s built with 'Sovereign' tech, but the 'Source-Code' on the panel is... different."