Armored Core Crossover Novels & Stories

Sethlzaar made it to his destination, his only obstacles being wandering attacks and a few annoying corpses that stumbled onto his way. The sight he beheld almost consumed his attention. If he were not in the midst of blood and death, he would’ve lost all of his focus to the fight ensuing before him. Reverend Bratvi fought alongside two other Most Reverends and the High blade, holding off a one armed man who fought them off with a sword. There was no debating the man’s identity. The way the High blade and the Reverends moved almost had Sethlzaar convinced they’d been fighting as a team for years. Each time one man attacked another was there to defend, switching positions as was necessary and

"...The ignition core requires a spark that only your bloodline can provide, Alpha. It was designed so that no enemy could ever steal it." Ashren did not hesitate. He walked up the heavy iron ramp, his boots ringing loudly against the ancient metal. I followed close behind him, my mundane broadsword strapped securely to my back. Jinx fell in behind me, a heavy, scavenged Aurelian repeater rifle slung over her uninjured shoulder.

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)

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."