Badass Armor Novels & Stories

the man repeated, his voice as cold as death itself. As he spoke, his aura grew more feral, exuding a savage and volatile energy akin to a wild beast's roar. His body trembled, and his black robe billowed violently. His sleeves tore apart, scattering into the air like shredded fabric. In that instant, a rust-covered armor emerged, encasing the man's body and leaving only half his face exposed. Chase's expression hardened. "A battle armor?" He had witnessed the power of such armor before in Capital City. An armor like this offered near-impenetrable defense, capable of withstanding even the most potent strikes.

I look at the different image that# the mirror shows me, Abrina taught me how to produce the natural armor that covers my body with magic, a steel that covers me from head to toe, not allowing access to my body. “You look beautiful, Alissa. And it will certainly protect us during our fight" I relax and the armor crumbles "We can do incredible things, this is one of them" Abrina's armor covers her body and in her hand the steel reproduces several pointed spears "We can win" she says with a conviction that reaches my heart that I was practically accepting that in the end I would have to do something for the people of Akira to live in peace. “We can,” I say and smile.

The geezer simply ignored the insolence and continued respectfully, "Lord Lazuli can't tend to his duties due to serious illness. And with your brother being the way he is, we need you to hold the fort." "Hmph. Then why doesn't he just let me succeed him?" Ches snorted in disdain as he turned to the ring. "Oh, now that's generous—a Noble-grade armor! Worried that I'd get killed?" The geezer quickly said fawningly, "Lord Lazuli is naturally worried about you, my lord. That's why he sent this armor over. It isn't just Noble grade—it is endlessly sturdy and enforced with defensive wards. Not even a rank ten Ether Lord can hope to pierce it!"

There was no room for negotiation; this was a battle that had to be fought. As our vehicles came to a halt, my pack and I disembarked, the air crackling with tension. The transformation came naturally, a seamless shift from human to wolf form. Our muscles flexed beneath the sleek fur that enveloped us, a tangible manifestation of the power we held within. Across the clearing, the rogues mirrored our actions, their eyes aglow with a primal fierceness that mirrored our own.

he said and handed me a file. “Okay. Track down Diamond next.” I said as I went through the file. “Boss, your weapons and armor are ready. Black painted Desert Eagles with black bullets. Black spandex and mask made from mithril ore. Your sword were also infused with adamantium and mithril ore making it extremely durable even against M60 machine guns. We have carefully collected 10 black roses. Everything is ready for your departure.” Starlet said. He acts my right hand man and he commands respect in the KWE organization.

said Pamna. You can't walk through the streets of Black in full armour, bristling with weapons. It tends to attract attention. But none of the women were too keen to have Aressine and Kima - who would be leading the way - go in unarmored. Especially not if the people we were barging in on had firearms. No, regular armour can't stop a musket ball. A pistol, maybe. But Kima's armour had enchantments woven into it, and Taliesine could cast a spell on Aressine's armour to make it extra resistant.

She bit her bottom lip nervously. He had told her in his text to dress casual but he only half expected her to oblige. She had on black leather pants, black inner and a red leather jacket; black combat boots decorated her feet and her makeup was minimal this time. Her signature red lipstick remained and her short hair was up in a ponytail. She looked... like Rosetta. His cheeks slowly formed in a smile when she stylishly glared daggers at him for his delayed response. "Get in your car, Rosetta, and follow behind me." He said instead and turned around to leave.

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.

When he finally broke the kiss, Rosalie was panting heavily, her jade eyes glazed with a dangerous, compliance-inducing heat. Dominic stepped back toward the edge of the steaming, bubbling water. Without taking his eyes off her, his large hands rose to his shoulders, unbuckling his heavy iron armor plates one by one, letting them drop onto the dark stones with heavy, metallic thuds. He stripped away his dark royal tunic, exposing his massive, heavily scarred chest, his broad shoulders, and the dense, hard planes of his abs to the misty night air. He looked like an ancient war deity, completely solid, beautifully dangerous, and entirely dominant.

I asked seriously. "When in the meeting a suggestion of having our warriors wear armor was given, I took it seriously. Each warrior and demon fighting now has an invisible armor on, its ability is to absorb the anointing from any weapon turning it into a regular weapon. Because of that, our warriors have an upper hand which makes them take down the human warriors easily." She answered and then gave a low bow. When I turned my head I found Ducan standing in front of me with the hero's head still In his hand.