Aura Kingdom Armor Novels & Stories

Aura was still reading on the couch, and I was getting hungry, I knew she had to be, so I asked the kitchen staff to bring in lunch and I added a slice of cake as a surprise for Aura. After we ate, she stretched out on the couch, her book in hand. I went back to my research. My generals would be here soon to discuss strategies for the war. I was not looking forward to that. I was about to shut off the computer when an article popped up. "Wolf saves her child, the enemy sought," The picture on the front looked like the picture of Aura's mom I had seen in the cave that day. I read through the article, and the woman who had been attacked claimed the enemy was a pile of ash. The article showed a

My mate, however, seems to have no problem keeping up with the conversation. “Yes, that’s right. I’m Lady Queen Leana.” “Queen Leana. Our King, King Aolis, said it was safe for us to introduce ourselves to you and this vampire clan.” “King Aolis is correct. No one here will harm you. I am a Guardian, as you know. I would never allow anyone to hurt you,” Leana tells them. “I am Alok. This is my brother, Agis, and these are Syllia, Edea, and Keya. We live in this forest.”

Eya inspects her handy work making me smile at how proud she is. “It’s beautiful, you two did amazing work together,” I comment, grabbing the black leather pauldrons which are embossed to match the rest of her armor. The pauldrons are layered, almost like the scales of a dragon, working down covering Raven’s upper arms. I smile thinking of how Raven will look like a beautiful strong warrior queen in the stunning armor our vaari and her stepdaughter made for her.

she complains as she shakes her hand. I snort and flame rumbles up from my throat. "That wasn't very nice." She's back to running her fingers over my scales trying to figure out how they work, I presume. I hold back the flames by locking them tightly in my throat, and I try not to think about the horror my fire caused. No, not my fire... me. "The scales turn to armor when needed. It's easier to show someone than explain," I say in order to take my mind off what I did to Laryn's bride. I have no idea why I offer, but the words tumble out before I can stop them. "Would you like to ride?" Only brides have ever ridden me, and riding is considered sacred in the dragon realms.

To top it off, Dungeon Rayden armor is made of Dragonscale, which makes it durable yet extremely lightweight. I got everything I own from monster drops, which are loot acquired after defeating the Big Boss of a particular level. One of my competitive advantages as a chatbot is, if only there weren’t CAPTCHAs to slow me down, I could play 24/7. This is how I’ve massively increased my DPS and XP levels and Health and Energy replenishment rates.

It made the world feel less wobbly. Aurora walked into the living room. She looked... fierce. Not the "scary fierce" she sometimes looked when she was talking on the phone to the people who made the fabric. This was a different kind. It was ready-fierce. Her hair was pulled back in a tight, efficient ponytail. She was wearing her "travel armor"—comfortable pants, a soft, oversized sweater—but her eyes were bright, alert, scanning the room like a radar. She stopped when she saw Liam.

Aura, Rhed, Keyanne, and Nique formed a ring around them and deflected the conjurer’s purple glowing hands with their own weapons. Aura activated a shield that bounced two that jumped on her. Another pair went behind her but her small stature allowed her to move quickly. Rhed had no weapon but his knuckles, jabbing and putting to sleep those who dared to come near him. Being a master of martial arts, he wasn’t afraid of any melee attack.

“You’re trying to say you’re more observant than me.” His presence was heavy behind me, his sinister aura pinning me to one position. If only I had my sword with me, I’d be able to slice the current and move away. Now I could only whimper in despair and let him speak like a twisted Alpha. “You’re silent.” I felt his hand on my waistline, searching and moving along the waistband. “Alpha Ryu…” “Such a nice armor, don’t you think?” His hand moved up to my abdomen, making slight turns on the position where my belly button was. “You know, in the deadly Fang pack, you’d need a million General currency to get such profound armor.”

Yet he remained upright, staring forward, where a massive silhouette slowly emerged from the blazing red mist. Step by step, the sounds were heavy, like metal striking stone. Then a tall figure clad in bronze armor appeared, its eyes empty but glowing orange behind the helmet. In its hand it held something strange, a sword without a blade. The hilt was long, but the end of it was empty, only vibrating, reflecting light like an illusion. “You…” “Akarion,” the figure replied flatly. Its voice sounded like two stones grinding against each other. “Second Arka, guardian of the Ember Temple. This is where the War God’s fire is forged, and where human foolishness is roasted.”

Elara The air in the garrison courtyard collapsed under the weight of my aura. I stood dead center on the wet gravel, the dark Kevlar plates of my tactical armor absorbing the frantic, rhythmic orange flashes of the security beacons. The fresh crescent brand on my throat burned with a fierce, possessive heat, pulsing in perfect synchronization with the heavy combat boots of the alpha standing right at my flank. Through our fated mate bond, Kaelen's lethal anticipation ran hot through my veins, anchoring Nyx so deeply to the surface that my human vision was entirely framed in a ring of brilliant, glowing violet.