Crusader Armor Novels & Stories

"I saved you once. Don't you remember?" Tristan flinched. Our words were cracking something open. He grabbed his head, wincing hard. The air around him rippled with unstable wind currents. Tristan feared death so much, he even slept wrapped in a Wind Shield. Unless I cracked that, killing him was next to impossible. But now? Now was perfect. Right spot. Right second. Right shot. Do or die. I whipped my left arm forward, hurling my tri-edge knife straight at his groin.

I did a few jabs, and the sound of the gloves crinkling made me feel…powerful. I looked into the mirror. The armor made me look tough – tougher than I’d ever felt. It was mainly black, but a red stripe followed along the outside of the arms and legs, adding a pop of color to it that distinguished it from other all-black armor. I still didn’t understand why he had given me this. I was his fake Luna, not a member of his army. These leathers were prestigious, something that meant a wolf was a close member of his pack. They were earned, not given.

"They look intimidating, but they're still just a mob." "The Silvermoon Pack's finances must be tight if you're spending money just to save face," Lukas added with a cruel laugh. "So vain, Kristina." The city gates slowly opened. A line of wagons rolled into the square. Not ornate carriages, but heavy, practical transport carts that groaned under their weight. The first cart stopped. Two black-armored soldiers opened the back. Inside were neat stacks of refined steel armor, each piece shining with a deadly luster. This was gear forged for a real battlefield.

Inside hung my royal armor. I pulled out a pair of thick, clean black leather pants. I pulled them on, feeling the familiar, tight weight of the strong material. I put on a crisp, clean black shirt. Then, I reached for my battle armor. I lifted the heavy chest plate, made of pure, dark northern steel. I settled it over my shoulders. I pulled the thick leather straps tight, buckling them securely across my ribs. The heavy metal felt incredibly cold against my body, but it grounded me. It reminded me exactly who I was.

She whispered to herself as she cleaned her plate. After eating, she headed straight to the armory and wasted no time suiting up. Though the attendants insisted they did so, citing protocol. She opted to do it herself. It was one of the few martial traditions she enjoyed maintaining. Setting her armor on the ground before her, she knelt in front of them as she placed the equipment in sequence. First the bracers, built of light plate and stiff leather. She strapped them to her arms, checking the integrity of the shield runes as she tightened them. Next were the greaves, full metal plate that could survive a heavy caliber bolts. Best to stay vigilant, since Battle Mages were prime targets. Las

“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

LAYLA STARED AT the red vehicle while her heart was starting to beat erratically. No, she shook her head with a realization, she was just being paranoid. It was obviously a different and bigger car. She still was looking at the car when a woman and a boy—probably mother and child—approached the car. The backseat door opened and the two climbed inside the car. Layla watched the car moved away before she continued walking. She went to the gate, showed her ID and strolled inside. She had been working here, one of the largest TV networks in the country, for more than two years now. The tallest building in the compound had ten floors and on its highest floor, at the north side of the building, yo

’ Amara asks. ‘We prepare ourselves.’ I say to her, grab Talon’s hands and lead him to my bedroom. He looks around my chambers, taking in everything and touching everything in curiosity. He smirks when he sees my table covered in dozens of daggers as I place the one Micah made me amongst them. The wand my mother gifted is also there. I open my drawer and pull out a fresh pair of my black leggings, baldric, black tank top and a hair tie, placing them on my bed. I gesture for Talon to untie the back of my dress. I let it slide from my shoulders and drop onto the floor. I put fresh underwear on and then my leggings. Talon hands me my black crop top. I take it and put it on, then take my baldric

I spun, my weapons at the ready, but instead of an enemy I found a Crusader mech, painted a deep viridian hue. "Are you ready, Jax?" Commander Telbus inquired. "Born ready," I replied. The Crusader that Commander Telbus piloted was an imposing British mech-like a knight in shining armour, it could deploy a thick lead shield to cover its relatively thin frame. Piloting a Crusader took tact. The mech sacrificed most of its armour for speed, so a pilot that deployed the shield too late or too early would expose themselves to attacks from other directions. If used properly, the Crusader could charge almost as fast as the Prowler, hit hard with its weapons and take cover behind its shield before

It was vastly superior to the rusted iron pipe he had carried through the Sump, and lightyears ahead of the heavy, inaccurate rifle Rook had given him. He slung it over his shoulder, the familiar, comforting weight settling against his back. He felt like a piece of his soul had been returned to him. Leo reached into the locker and pulled out a massive, reinforced chest piece. It was "Juggernaut" class heavy assault armor, designed for point-blank breaching operations. It was the only piece of armor large enough to fit his immense frame. He strapped it on over his dirty tank top. He looked like an indestructible wall of black steel.