Carapace Centurion Novels & Stories

“Before our pack was attacked, even before the goddess's first daughter was born, the moon goddess cursed the world of shape-shifters and placed the Centurions as the sole rulers. However, the shape-shifter kings did not like this and began to murder all the Centurions they knew.” Every word Loura spoke made my chest burn with pain, but I continued to listen attentively. "Then, the goddess sent a scroll recounting the ancient prophecy: a centurion bearing the mark of the crown would come to free the world from darkness, using the beasts as guardians. We have been preparing for your arrival for years!“ Loure said with tears streaming down her cheeks. ”This seems unreal. I don't even know how

"The Sovereign-Mates are deemed Irreparable. Initiate Full-Deletion." The Centinel lunged, its limbs made of "Optimization-Scythes."

Delta Commander said. A blonde woman with cold blue eyes walked out and the screen in front of us changed to a body that made me do a double take. It was a 3-dimensional image of a man with the legs of a horse. “During the attack, I was able to secure this specimen. It is called a Centaur, half man, half horse and according to the various tests that I have done on it, this Centaur is estimated to be thousands of years old.” I looked on in awe but listened with rapt attention.

The ceiling didn't just crack; it pulverized. The diamond-tipped Mantis-Borer—a segmented, robotic centipede designed for deep-crust mining—shrieked as it ground through the final layer of basalt. It was a masterpiece of the Iron Mind’s engineering: a relentless, unfeeling predator that didn't need to breathe, bleed, or think. "Flares! Now!" Siren screamed.

Another shriek, and this time Kronos backed up in horror as a giant centipede reared its head. It was twenty feet tall, its black skin hard as stone. Its legs were taller than the average human man. Protruding out of its jaw were two long jagged pincers that produced green ooze. Its glowing red eyes eyed the Abnormals that had dared to intrude in its lair with malice and hunger. “ It’s an Untri. We are so dead,” Thora whispered. “ What exactly is an Untri?” Kronos asked.

"My cousin calls it the Marc Antony. It's a cheaper variant of the Caesar Augustus. Impressive, huh?" "Wow. And you say it's cheap? It looks just as grand as the original Caesar Augustus, just with a different flavor." The dark armor plates, the blood-red shield with its lightning bolts and eagle wings, the various red and bronze accents, they all contributed to an image of unbridled blood lust and aggression. "What's that cool looking thing at the top?" Janet curiously asked as she spotted the strange helmet crest and the red vapor spouting quietly from the slit at the top.

With a squeal, the centipede flipped and skittered across the ground, the rocks it collided with shattering to dust. It was mighty, but it was mere brute force. "I have to admit, its armor is impressively tough," Alexander mused aloud. Alexander threw two mighty punches, but they only managed to dent the beast's armored shell instead of piercing it. The colossal centipede launched itself into the air, its jaws snapping viciously as it lunged at Alexander, intent on continuing its assault. As a formidable creature revered in its own right, it was not about to give up without a fight.

More like grown. It rose in smooth arcs, unfolding like the ribs of some ancient construct. Lucien’s voice lowered to a whisper. “Armor.” I stared. It was not fully formed yet. But the design.... It mirrored the very sketches I had drawn months ago in isolation. Layered plating. Integrated core chamber. Articulated joints. Impossible symmetry. Except this...This was not my creation. Zenith stared at it in shock. “It was waiting,” she breathed. “For what?” Lucien asked. Her eyes lifted slowly. “For me.”

Ang mga puno sa paligid ay naging uling, at ang lupa ay naging bubog dahil sa tindi ng init. ​Sa gitna ng crater, nakahiga si Xander. Ang Alpha-Centurion Armor ay wala na—ito ay naging mga piraso na lamang ng puting alikabok na dahan-dahang tinatangay ng hangin. Ang tanging natira ay si Xander, na hubad hanggang baywang, ang kanyang katawan ay balot ng mga asul na ugat na kumikinang—isang tanda ng Soul-Link Overload.

, Kael pressed out and checked his rifle. “Intact suits. No critical hull breaks,” Silas reported, whose hands trembled, while he calibrated his pad. We were in a far cleaner gear. The resin had this area of Ship not yet reached. Directly in front of us a massive double winged Tor with the verbal, engraved emblem of the First Fleet. COMMANDOZENTRALE. “Let’s see if this ship still has a steering wheel,” I said, forced my Heart for calming and lifting the thermal Vibro cutter. “We have an emergency signal,