Carapace Centurion Novels & Stories

Slowly and gracefully the three ships joined formation with the massive supercarrier. Though the Invictus with its three kilometers length was an impressive sight for anyone to see. She was simply a speck, however, compared to the majestic might of the Twenty Kilometer long vessel. The differences didn't end there. The Invictus was mostly smooth and, aside from a few main turrets and the lines of Point-defence Guns, had a flat and sleek appearance. Ark Imperial was littered with 'small' turrets. Small being at least tens of meters high and wide which boasted multiple barrels per turret, the ventral section mounting dozens of skyscraper-sized antennae for fire direction of the vast array of w

The mermen stood in awe, appreciating the beauty and rarity of such companions for their journey. The carriage, a marvel of merfolk craftsmanship, glided through the underwater realm with elegance and ingenuity. Resembling a sleek and seamless capsule, it featured a hydrodynamic and streamlined shape, rounded in the front and tapering to a point in the back. The water shield, a curved structure at the forefront, directed the flow of water around the carriage, minimizing resistance and ensuring smooth navigation. The full bottom of the shield was made of sturdy metal, providing stability and protection.

The bay doors opened as the marines take in the luscious scenery of forests, oceans, and mountains. Some of them took off their helmets as the vast scenery of Ren'veil swept the hearts of each warrior, as though they had fallen in love for the first time. One of Kent's close allies and friends aboard the Night Hawk, Clayton Carmive, is the Resident muscle of the Strike team. He often wore a Generation 4 Tactical Knight armor – Heavy Herculio. Like Rex's suit, it is also equipped with jump-kit boosters, gravity boots, and a grappling hook gun. The suit can be compared to a behemoth in terms of size due to its base design was derived from the heavy knights during Terran Age 2942 in Xheronian t

"Well I have to take her home. That's why I'm here in the first place. To bring her back to her Homeland" Wait a minute...... "You don't mean right this instant do you?" I asked "surely you can give me a few days to process all these and prepare myself" "I'm afraid not honey. The fact that you are alive and I found you so easily means that others can find you too. You are a very rare being little Azura, and you have lots of enemies. J could sense the energy from your power from miles away. So you are too vulnerable right now". Aunt Anna explained.

Fuck, I can't believe I just thought about that so casually without reacting in any way. Getting up, I look at my reflection in the mirror. The silver metallic chainmail dress I picked has a cowl neck, bare back, and a high-side slit. Never mind that it stops a few inches right above my knees. If someone pulls the string tied at the back of my neck, it'll slide right off my body, leaving me in only a thong. I'm hoping Federico will do exactly that before the end of the night. "Okay, baby girl. Time for bed. You have school tomorrow"

"It’s a custom-built Hennessey Mammoth 6x6, but with the Resurgence touch. Level 7 ballistic armor, a self-contained oxygen system, and a deployable drone swarm for aerial reconnaissance. It’s our mobile command center, and it’s virtually indestructible." He then moved down the line, showcasing the individual vehicles for each team member, each one a masterpiece of customization. For Baron Vance, a Rolls-Royce Phantom 'Sovereign Edition'. Finished in a deep, iridescent obsidian that shifted to violet in the light, it was fully armored but maintained its peerless luxury. Customizations included a secure communication suite integrated into the rear cabin and a hidden compartment for a Quinton-

—automated husks of armor fueled by residual mana—were still programmed for one task: termination. Four Sentinels, towering seven-foot constructs of blackened steel, detached themselves from the walls. They didn't breathe, and they didn't hesitate. The first swung a massive flail that pulverized the stone where Victor’s head had been a millisecond prior. Victor slid between the construct’s legs, his movement a fluid, desperate grace born of a hundred and eighty chapters of survival. He didn't aim for the chest plate. He aimed for the "Joint-Core," the glowing blue crystal at the back of the knee.

"And bring up the structural schematics for the High Spires Central Coliseum." Minutes later, Agnes stood before a massive, floating holographic tactical table in the center of the citadel’s command hub. The blue light cast sharp, angular shadows across her pale face, reflecting off the uncut silver moonstone of her fate-ring. Floating before her was a detailed three-dimensional rendering of the Central Coliseum—a soaring, seventy-thousand-seat athletic cathedral located in the heart of Archon Malakor’s corporate territory.

I asked quietly. “Because it is,” Dante answered immediately. Silvio ignored him, “Open it.” I slowly pulled out the card inside, then blinked and then blinked again. It was matte black with platinum lettering embossed across the front with no spending limit. My stomach dropped instantly, “Silvio,” I whispered in horror. Claire leaned over excitedly, “Oh my God, is that the Centurion card?” Silvio took a sip of his coffee calmly, “Among other things.”

"That's Lord Hector's true tribute. A prisoner, captured along the southern maritime border three nights ago." Julian steps up to the vehicle, angling a tactical flashlight across the heavy iron chest, scarred brow furrowing as he reads runic script burned deep into scorched steel. "These chains carry the Coastal Coalition's seal." His voice drops sharp into analysis, thumb tracing the air an inch above the casing without quite touching it. "High grade suppression wards. Built specifically to suffocate an alpha-level core down to nothing." Fern descends the stairs holding tight to her mother's hand, small boots clicking soft against wet stone, and stops three feet short of the bumper, head t