Carapace Centurion Novels & Stories

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.

“And no sign of where the assailants may have gone?” I shake my head. “They did a phenomenal job of covering their tracks, unfortunately. There was too much blood everywhere to see where anything was going. Plus, the centurion’s armour had been stripped from him, which is where so-called Centurion Maddox got his armour. This was a planned infiltration specifically designed to lead us all the way out here–hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if creating such a thick cloud of bloodscent was just another method for them to stall us out here. We need to head back now. I think they're planning something huge.”

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.

And the rules of the world applied to her too. Enough thinking. Elizabeth skulked forward. The cervapace was unaware of her. Closer. David told her that the cervapace’s exoskeleton was tough but not unbreakable. Apparently, its evolution wasn’t complete, and only certain parts of its evolved carapace were tough. The back of its ankles. Heh… who knew that deers didn’t have knees. ~Rustle~ The cervapace looks up as it hears the sound. Elizabeth and the cervapace’s eyes connect. Elizabeth was still. The moment she moved, the cervapace would run.

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.

What was worse, the insect has a poisonous sting if you look at its long barbels. Instead of moving or avoiding, the giant centipede actually climbed onto Kak Shella's shoulder. The girl let out a low scream as the bug crawled over her body. Her face was terrified. Sweat was pouring down. She forced her eyes shut tightly but remained still and made no sudden movements.

It charged with terrifying, skittering speed, its massive mandibles opening wide to snap the Crustacean mutant in half. Nero held her ground. As the beast lunged, she didn't try to block. She ducked beneath the snapping mandibles, planting her feet, and drove her oversized, hydraulic pincer directly upward into the beast's underbelly. CLANG. The pincer clamped shut. But the Goliath’s bone-white armor was incredibly thick. The hydraulic pistons in Nero’s arm whined, venting hot steam as they struggled to crush the carapace. The beast thrashed, raising a massive, scythe-like foreleg to impale her.

The garage of the Centurion Estate was a cavernous, concrete bunker filled with millions of dollars worth of horsepower. Ferraris. Lamborghinis. Vintage Rolls Royces. It was a collection of toys for people who thought speed could outrun sadness. Elion stood by the door, breathing hard from the hobble down the service stairs. "Okay," Elion whispered. "Pick one. Fast. Before security does a sweep." Cale stood in the center of the garage, leaning on his crutches. He scanned the rows of gleaming metal with a flat, dispassionate gaze.

The penthouse suite was flooded with the bright, golden light of the morning sun, the mountain wind rustling the sheer curtains of the balcony doors as if last night's violence had never occurred. I walked into the private master closet, pulling two sets of heavy tactical gear from the high-clearance racks. The Crescent Warrior armor was built for high-intensity sector operations lightweight, layered Kevlar plating embroidered with the silver crescent crest across the shoulders and reinforced with internal titanium threading to resist claw impacts. I stripped out of my rumpled formal uniform, pulling the dark tactical shirt and structured pants over my frame before locking the heavy chest pl

Kirou had just managed to return to his feet from that roll when he had to backflip to avoid the carapace shield minotaur from stomping on his lowered figure. It was only after doing so for a few times that he finally managed to stabilize himself, long enough to look at the stats of the creature trying to beat him to death. Monster: Carapace Armored Shield Minotaur (Mutant) Level: 15 HP: 80,000/80,000