Armored Squadron Novels & Stories

Archer had made the decision to move to other side of the palace. It was a secluded place and far enough that he wouldn’t have to run into Adalia in the corridors. He had to remind himself why he was born. He was bred for duty and responsibilities. His position was more important than any feelings, desires and personal needs that he harbored. He would have to find a way to get over his ‘want’ for Adalia. He got cleaned up and went to the assembly to meet the guardian soldiers that would be accompanying him into the rebel forests.

The warmth of two fires that had learned how close to burn without burning each other. After a while I said, "The southern border is where you are most exposed." Derek's pen slowed. "Why," he said. "The alliance letters both reference coordination," I said. "Which means they are planning something timed. Timed actions target weak points. Blood Moon's southern rotation is the thinnest, I counted the guard intervals from the training ground window on my third day here. Twenty-two minutes between passes at the southern gate." I looked up. "That is long enough for a disciplined unit to move through."

“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.

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

A wall of fire sealed the center of the battlefield. And the real attack began. From the second-level platform— metal shattered. Twelve armored figures dropped. Heavy exoskeleton armor. Black composite plating. Each impact crushed water into shockwaves. They landed. No hesitation. No regrouping. They raised M2 heavy machine guns. And opened fire. The dock became a storm of steel. Bullets shredded air, water, and metal. The armored convoy returned fire, but it was instantly drowned in suppressive fire. “Raise shields!” the assistant shouted.

Security rotations. Everything we needed to end this. Tonight. I stood at the center of the armory, checking my own gear while coordinating final details through the mind-link. Silver-resistant armor—something Lord Castellan's people had provided, made from materials I didn't fully understand. Weapons designed for close combat. Communication devices that worked for both wolves and vampires. "Eastern strike team, confirm positions," I said through the tactical radio. "Confirmed. Twelve vampires plus eight wolves. Ready on your mark." The vampire lieutenant's voice was crisp, professional.

He asked anxiously, "Then, when is she coming back? Is she in any danger now?" Leon looked at Vernon and said coldly, "I'm sorry, but you're not research personnel. I'm afraid our information is classified." Vernon frowned as he gave Leon the once-over. Just as the tension began rising between the two of them, one of my bodyguards, Guy Bloomsdale, suddenly ran over, panting loudly, and exclaimed anxiously, "Bad news! The village that Ms. Summers went to has just been ambushed!" This sudden news came out of nowhere, and Vernon immediately lost his cool. He looked like he'd just been struck in the head as he froze on the spot in a daze.

“We’ve come to the Iron Family Manor for the Cooter Armor, of course.” In the ancient martial arts world, the Dragun Squad also represented the officials of the Celestial Empire. Any ancient martial arts organization that knew their name, regarded the Dragun Squad’s agents with great respect. “Oh, you two are Dragun Squad officers. Please come in.” The security guard greeted them and ushered them into the manor as quickly as possible. Tyr noticed a lot of people going in and out of the manor on their way in. They were all in groups of three or five people. Many of them had an unusual temperament, and they were all fans of the Iron family’s work. They came here in the hopes of obtaining the C

Dukedom of Angela – 1 Brigade: 4,000 air cavalry and elite angelic wardens, equipped with prototype rune cannons. Together: Nearly 20,000 elite troops, backed by modern strategy and logistics. I looked around the table, my voice calm but firm. “No other alliance in history has formed such a force. Not for conquest—but for preservation. This is the new standard. This is how we hold the line against the chaos.”

Their hair is always in a bun style. The men wear a suit or pants with a collared shirt. Others are wearing jackets, and loafers or oxfords. All of their uniforms have La Arma's CountrySpy logo They seem to be too busy to act. "Rain?" Ali called him when he noticed that I was looking around. "I'm s-sorry." "Good day, sir," an elderly woman greeted Ali. It also bends slightly. "Good day," Ali replied without even looking at him until we passed him.