Armored Core Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Don’t fight it. Surrender to it.” The warmth exploded into a rush of heat that tore through my body, as if lightning had struck me. I gasped, bending forward as the fire spread from my core outward. My bones ached, shifting and stretching, and my muscles burned as they reshaped. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Dad’s hand rested on my shoulder, steadying me as I shook through the change.

*— “The core! The city’s power source. If we overload it, we might seal the Veil.” ***Lies***, the Architect croons. ***She wants to burn you out. A martyr’s death.*** I ignore him. “Lead the way.” --- The core is a pulsating sphere of light suspended in a vaulted chamber, its surface etched with runes that make my teeth ache. The air thrums, the floor vibrating with raw power. Veyra types frantically at a console. “The overload requires a catalyst. Someone to… merge with the core.” Ryland steps forward. “I’ll do it.”

I stated. He sighed. “Look, I am sorry. I was thinking spending the night with you would get me not letting you go out of my system but it made it worse.” He said sadly. “Arden, you know I have to go regardless.” I said. He nodded slowly. “Yes, I do,” he sighed loudly. “Your armor is in the closet.” “I checked it’s not here.” I said. “It’s just camouflaged with the things in there. Another perk of using this armor.” He said with a smirk.

I called. He appeared from the trees like a ghost, his armor dulled, his expression grim. “You’re serious about this?” “She goes now.” I said. Yewa crossed her arms. “You’re all out of your minds.” Dylan sighed. “We’ve known that for a while, Commander.” Her glare could have killed him if looks were lethal. But Dylan wasn’t wrong. I was losing my mind, because the moment I’d felt the bond snap between us during the rites, I’d known one truth above all others: I couldn’t lose her. Not again. Not ever.

I wanted to strangle him and watch life leave his pathetic body. “Alpha Lucius and I overheard him talking to his Beta,” Alpha Alistair started explaining. “He said how nice it would be if your mate was his. He told his Beta that he would try to make it happen because there was nothing more he wanted than to have her.” I saw fucking red. He was a dead man. A feral growl escaped my lips. My canines elongated and fur started growing on my arms. Skol was thrashing and trying to get out. I was going insane with anger.

"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 backup drives... are buried beneath thirty feet of reinforced zinc-weave armor at the apex of the central sector. Zora... if the core lines don't reconnect... the pack’s marrow... will solidify inside their veins before the sun drops." "Then we’re taking the sanctum," I said, my fingers gently cupping my daughter’s un-inked head as she let out a tiny, chilling laugh that carried the exact, boardroom pitch of High Queen Elena’s old voice. "Pack your scrap-rifles, Kemi. We’re launching a hostile takeover."

“Found his way to the house and filled me in on everything that happened.” “Remind me…” Corey gasped, dragging in breaths through his teeth. “To tell him thanks later.” “Sure,” Bran forced. “Later. For now, let’s focus on getting you out of these chains.” The chains were abnormally strong—so strong that even Bran couldn’t break Corey out of them—and he focused on struggling with them so as to take his mind and eyes away from the injuries marring his friend’s body. There were several cuts on his body, a bone was shooting out of his leg at an odd angle and one of his arms was gone from the elbow.

He smirked, how can I stay mad when he's looking so hot in that white shirt showing off his incredibly muscular body. Fight it, Loren. "I swear Ace, I'm a minute away from stabbing you if you shut up." I glared at him. "Oh, sexy." He winked at me. He doesn't even realize I'm serious. Okay, he's a dead man. "20 seconds." I gritted through my teeth. "Okay fine! What did I do wrong sexy?" "This." I pushed down the turtle neck that I decided to wear this morning. "Holy shit, I did that?" He's smiling, why the hell is he smiling.

Not Yours Anymore The broken bulb swung overhead, sparking faintly above the bar. No one moved. Corey was still beside me. Damien was still staring at the space between us. And every wolf in Hollow Creek seemed to be waiting to see whether their alpha remembered how to act human. I stepped away from Corey. Not because Damien deserved that. Because Corey enjoyed having bones intact. He looked down at me. “What is happening?” “My personal nightmare,” I said. Damien’s eyes flashed.