Badass Armor Novels & Stories

But unlike him, I had friends and love by my side, to guide me and always remind me of what was right. 'Always by your side.' I heard Victor's voice in my mind and smiled. I opened my eyes and turned my face so that I could look at my beloved. The crown on his head is complete, and he is wearing his metallic red armor, which seems to be made of lava and you can see reddish and orange glow as if it were metal being forged. My armor has a golden hue, mixed with touches of red, black, and white. We don't usually wear armor in battle, but this is special because it's made to resist magic. With Ayla's skill, I know for sure that these armors have become even more powerful.

He ordered them as he kept struggling under my hold till he finally succeeded. He rushed to his feet and glared at her. "You can see all these warriors here..." He pointed and looked towards his men then turned his gaze back to me. "They are the killing machines in this pack, they kill anything and anyone and you are not exempted. There is no possibility that you can survive their fierce attack." Kai spoke proudly with a wide grin as he glared at me. His warriors moved in attack but couldn't get close as I was immediately surrounded by a few dozen men who were clothed in black wear. I realised they were all my men when I looked further.

Neither Mom nor Dad spared me a backward glance. From that day onward, I learned to stand on my own two feet. I had to take care of myself. I was only six years old when I faced the loneliness, the danger, and the helplessness of life on my own. I forced myself to be strong and resilient. I forced myself to be independent. I made sure to build a tough armor around myself to protect myself from harm. My armor was close to perfect during my childhood and teenage years. However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor.

Earth had been transformed into an interstellar fortress armed to the teeth. On the top floor of Sterling Tower, Katherine secured a chest plate shimmering with dark gold and ice-blue light onto Jack’s torso. This was the "Valkyrie-Apex" combat armor. It was the flawless fusion of Earth’s highest tech, the Old Ones' divine runes, and the Remnant Fleet’s anti-entropy alloys, custom-tailored for the Planet's Alpha.

However, this human figure was much taller and stronger than ordinary people. Moreover, the rolling black Qi condensed into a layer of armor on his body. The armor was pitch-black, and countless blood runes were carved on its surface. They were dazzling, dense, and twisted like maggots. One could feel a strong hatred, regret, despair, anger, and unwillingness. It almost turned into a strong curse and went straight into one's brain. "On top of zombies is a corpse general, like a duke leading a territory." Master Eva Green recited as she looked at the armored zombie.

In the heavy armor, Isabella felt as if her legs were filled with lead, making each step laborious. She took a deep breath, using her core strength to try and maintain a valiant appearance. After numerous adjustments and attempts, her steps began to look more confident and graceful. The armor, instead of seeming cumbersome, added a substantial and authentic feel to her portrayal. Unlike many productions that use lightweight, superficial props, this armor, crafted from real iron, was heavy and lent a genuine sense of the historical battlefield.

The one who spoke was a muscular and fierce-looking warrior with a long scar running down the left side of his face. He wore a dark suit of armor engraved with strange glowing symbols and mysterious patterns. At first, I didn’t understand why so many people stared at him with excitement, jealousy, and admiration. But from the crowd’s whispers and Linda’s explanations, I finally learned something shocking. The armor was enchanted. Apparently, this world possessed enchanted weapons and objects capable of carrying magical abilities and supernatural powers useful during battle. From the crowd’s murmurs and Linda’s patient explanations, I discovered that enchanted materials were divided into diff

Baraka asked, his voice a tight whisper. "He's using the steel," she sobbed, clutching Baraka’s wrist with surprising, desperate strength. "He has dozens of Class-5 metallurgical Actives down there, melting down the frigates and the cargo ships. They aren't building trucks, Baraka. They are building armor. Heavy, kinetic-resistant armor for the entire Vanguard." She swallowed hard, her eyes rolling back slightly as the blood loss took its toll. "He’s building an army of iron. And he's marching them to the mountain."

Attached to the end were four high-grade assault rifles and two heavy suits of tactical body armor. "I've hacked the rig's automated defenses," the Ghost said. "You have a five-minute window to board before they reboot. Move." Leo grabbed one of the rifles, checking the chamber. He handed the other to Silas. Silas winced as he took it, his shoulder screaming, but his grip was steady. "Armor," Silas said. They strapped on the kevlar vests. It was bulky, heavy, but it made them look like soldiers. Leo helped Silas tighten the straps, his hands lingering on Silas’s chest.

He sighed in relief and hugged me once I reached him. "We have less than ten minutes." I nod and look at all the warriors surrounding the barriers. Armor sat on all the wolves, the inside made of soft silk but the outside made of silver. Eli started to carefully put some armor on me, my legs wobbled at the weight. Victoria gave me some of her strength so I could actually stand up straight. Eli shifted next to me I couldn't help but smile at my new height. Someone put the armor on him, his legs being able to take it with ease.