Crusader Armor Novels & Stories

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.

“Here is the armor of Vuolas, the ring of attraction. Unfortunately, I cannot give you a paralyzing blade, it was taken by the leader of the Fury Clan Lasters, so I dare to offer a protective strike gauntlet. This weapon is made of a unique alloy, the secret is unfortunately lost, it perfectly protects the hand and can attack from a distance with a powerful pushing blow with a minimum of magical energy, which is why it is valued. The keeper bowed his head meekly. Brook-ta-man looked at the artifacts with satisfaction. - Well, the glove will do too, I'll change the strategy, and that's all. He took the armor and deftly put it under his clothes. The steel plates of Vuolas's armor were unusuall

The twilight that had settled over the royal castle no longer carried the uncertainty of the previous nights, but the gravity of an unshakable purpose. In the Great Armory, beneath the dull glow of resin torches and the acrid smell of weapon oil, silence was filled only by the sound of metal being sharpened. Cedrik stood in the center of the hall, his black combat armor now proudly bearing the seal of his lineage with renewed ferocity. Beside him, Freya was no longer the prisoner he had once dragged through ashes. She wore reinforced leather and suede battle attire, practical for combat, yet her stormy eyes carried the golden light of the Ancestral Luna—an unspoken authority that made even t

It makes me proud to see every man show up for their Luna, and to be perfectly honest, I expected nothing less. They are quite a sight, even for me. Every man standing shoulder to shoulder with their leather wrapped shields at their fronts, sheathed long swords hanging at their sides and head to toe brown and burgundy leather armour with highly polished Damascus steel plating. The variegated stripes stand out and the skill of the old boys at the forge really shows. The Elite Warriors favour kevlar and HDPE , but like the Old Guard, I feel like something is lost in this modernisation.

"I hear something. I really hear something. . . ." Her words sent Calix into a frenzy. He stepped away from her grip and began to shrug off his cloak. The heavy cloth fell to the floor with a soft thump, filling the air with the scent of myrrh and roses. Underneath he wore a black linen shirt under a black metal breastplate, which he was feverishly unstrapping now. The armor was connected with the chainmail skirt that covered his loose black pants. His boots reached up halfway his calves, glinting with metal cleats. Without his cloak, he looked like a cross between a ninja and a Neanderthal man. Unfortunately, that didn't make him appear any less attractive. If anything, it emphasized more u

she gripped her lover's hand, as she began to recite the first words to the Heal Wounds spell. "No, I am okay, I can take this," he stuttered. He motioned to his side where a shiny armor is buried in rubble. "Armor of Saint Ducent... use it, go. Finish him first, then come back to me." Cassana eyed the gemstone in her hand. It has shrunk to a third of its original size the first time she saw it yesterday. She looked at Otheric, he was staring back at her with a look of pride and hope. He knows what he's doing. She remembered the assurance he gave her yesterday. If they are going to spend the rest of their lives together, she has to trust him, in his judgement and in his decisions. She nodded

Zuberi growls under his breath, typing another message with aggressive thumps of his small fingers. She is putting the armor on right now! He is picking her up at dusk! If you don't show your face at the Eclipse Den, I am personally helping the Northern Lord pack her bags! While Zuberi fumes in the corner, I step behind the dressing screen and fasten the moon-iron scales over my torso. The armor molds perfectly to my body, light as a second skin yet tough enough to stop a broadhead arrow. The flared silver greaves trail down like a sea-serpent’s tail, catching every flicker of the torchlight.