Carapace Centurion Novels & Stories

The sky above Moscow tore open. It wasn't a slow descent this time. The Source knew we had cheated them. They sent the "Centurions"—monstrous, shifting entities of gold-tinted geometry, ten meters tall, their limbs ending in blades of compressed gravity. They fell like rain into the Red Square, their impact cratering the stone. Nevan didn't wait for a command. He drew his massive, rune-etched claymore, the blade igniting with a cold, grey fire. "VANGUARD! HOLD THE LINE!" he screamed.

"The Ghost Army is holding the Bastion. What is your status?" "We have a localized extinction event bearing down on our position in the real world," Ren spoke rapidly, his eyes tracking the Behemoth's slow, inexorable advance on Kara's monitors. "A Vanguard Behemoth. It's shielded, and we don't have the heavy ordinance to crack it."

“Captain on deck!” The man that enters is an all too familiar sight for every soldier in the room, his shoulder plates had distinct red stripes unlike the dull steel ones we had, while his chest plate had the image of the Caesar’s Crystal Leaf crown smelted the left breast of his armor, and finally clutched under his arms was his helmet, the Centurion’s Red Crest was attached to it while two distinct red arrows were painted in the side. A 5th generation soldier and one of the toughest veterans in the Bright Tigers, it was Captain Centurion Brachuss Gilderscrowns. His presence immediately calls everyone to stand in respect. “At ease men, we don’t have much time so let’s get straight to the pl

Reeds rustled in the wind, sounding like dry whispers. "Welcome to the Zone," Marcus grunted, checking the seal on his heavy helmet. He looked like a juggernaut, his massive frame encased in black armor plates. They unloaded the gear. A pair of rigid-hull inflatable boats. Crates of ammo. And the specialized containment unit for the Titan Heart.

The centipedes that once covered a great fraction of land in their blackness decreased, their strength relying on number did not even touch Niru. The centipedes slowly walked away in their escape. ‘’They are retreating? I must do something before they safely get away…’’ One centipede didn’t join the other in their retreat, but instead, it stood firmly on his feet- He is the mightiest in the army of centipedes, his eyes are all red, dark thick plated skin, he appears like a knight in dark armor and spike is all over his lengthy body-these spikes served as legs. Aura of darken energy surrounded its skin, transforming into its humanoid form.

Their helmets were opaque, reflecting the violet destruction of the hall, and their weapons were Neural-Lances, built to bypass physical armor and attack the brain of a shifter from within. "Subject 0-Alpha identified," the lead Centurion’s vocoder announced. "Subject 0-Healer is critically depleted. Primary objective: Extraction. Secondary objective: Eliminate all witnesses." "There are no witnesses here," Kael said, stepping in front of Elara. He didn't shift into a wolf. He didn’t need to. "Only executioners." The Centurions opened fire. Three Neural-Lances zipped through the air, their blue arcs screaming as they aimed for Kael’s nervous system.

I want to see the hierarchy system in this academy. Cent received a smirk from the arrogant angel. Her conclusion to what heavenly breed he was came from his almost corporal form – his soft-looking silver hair and his bluest eyes that reminded her of the ocean’s waves. From his hand – a swirl of aqua-colored flame emitted. It started as a spark that eventually turned into a sword made of blue flame. Unknowingly, Cent took a step back – her instincts sending her thousand of signals to flee away from him.

After three shouts, there was no response, so the Channel Winds mercenaries shouted three more times in Orcish, but there was still no response. "Keep going and we'll see whose luck is better," said Knight Erik. The cave would eventually end, and after walking more than a hundred meters, they had killed a total of 57 centaurs, leaving only the last three. In the torchlight, at the end of the cave, two centaur warriors, obviously better dressed than the others, were guarding a small centaur woman. The experienced mercenary team of Channel Wind could tell the rank of the orcs by their clothing. Upon seeing this, their captain immediately whispered, "Baron, this centaur is probably the daughter

"Move!" Dax roared, shoving my father toward the stolen SUV. "The ceiling is coming down!" But the loading dock wasn't empty anymore. Standing between us and the exit was a nightmare of chrome and hydraulics. A Titan-Sentinel. It was twelve feet tall, a bipedal tank with a rotary cannon for an arm. In the original timeline, this thing had killed three of our best riders. It had taken us six chapters to figure out how to scratch its paint.

Dante, Nico, and I stood on the pier, watching cranes lift each one, sleek, bulletproof monsters disguised as luxury. Dante’s hand rested possessively on my lower back, his fingers tracing lazy circles through my silk blouse. “These are gonna bleed the buyers dry,” Nico said, grinning as the last car, a matte-black Mercedes G63 AMG, touched down. “Voronin outdid himself. Every spec’s top-tier, armored glass that stops .50 cal, self-sealing tires, the works.” Dante nodded, his eyes on the lineup. “Get them to the showroom, caro. No scratches.”