Dawning 2023 Armor Novels & Stories

Rain lashed against the armored viewports of the flagship’s deployment bay, but inside the pressurized staging deck, the air was hot, dry, and thick with the electric static of impending violence. Dominic stood on the hydraulic launch ramp, fully clad in his heavy void-plate armor. The dark meteor-steel pauldrons gleamed under the red staging lights, and his dark runic tattoos burned with crackling black solar plasma. In his right hand, he held his runic obsidian blade, its black edge humming with anti-magic lightning.

When we arrived in Seacrest City, Alice gave everyone a month off to rest. We were to set out on another expedition to North Point in a month's time. Fireworks exploded in the sky as everyone celebrated the completion of a successful expedition. When I alighted from the ship and exited the harbor, I was stopped in my tracks. Every inch of the parking lot floor was covered in red roses, giving off the illusion of a sea set aflame. Luke stood in the center of that fiery sea. He was cradling a massive bouquet in his arms. He got onto one knee.

I push him away staining his white turtle neck. He puts his arm around my shoulder as the water moves along my fingers, where the sauce gets washed away. What the hell does he want? "I have a surprise for you...."The last time he said that it was a scary clown. "I have brought a full stock of the latest weapons, guns, daggers, machete, canons you name it"Wonderful... Dawn's POV "What the hell is going on here?!!!"There are people I don't know, someone has increased the guards everywhere, so one is letting me in either, my mind link is not there either. While I argue with the guards I focus on creating another one.

From Xialn’s side of the tree, he gets a good look at them as they entered and notices that the two following the taller one is women as well but their armor that covers their body and faces reminds him of something that his late wife once told him, a tale of how she came to be within the wildlands and married to a dark elf like him. Through his mind, Xialn speaks in a firm tone so that Butcher and Catarina can hear the depths of his voice. “The dreadknot is a vessel with a main purpose of colonizing. The armor that they wear is the same that my wife once wore back before the floods. It protects them.” There is a brief silence within his mind with no responses until the druid speaks. “What d

That type of disregard for life almost made me lose my cool. Then out of the sky drops a large muscular male wearing green, padded armor and a mask. " End of the line , Ominous! ” The large man said. " Who are you? ” Ying yang said. " You can call me Stronghold !” Stronghold said. Meanwhile, vice grip and energy grid are destroying the mechanisms on the Forefront of the facility. " What’s wrong? You can’t keep up? " Vice grip said as he slashed through the fire-breathing turrets. His arm slashed through the mechanized destroyers like a butter knife through a thick layer of margin.

She wore similar armor, but hers had red highlights “Not going to lie,” Adrian said. “We make these outfits look good. Hey, Eric, what’s holding you up? “Sorry,” Eric answered, entering the lobby wearing black armor with white and black highlights. “We all look like a multicultural super hero team,” Adrian said. I told her, “I’m pretty sure that we won’t have to wear these for…” Help me. “Did you hear that?” I asked them. “Hear what?” Adrian said with a puzzled expression on her face.

She looked from the porcelain-masked Arbiters to Natalia, a sharp, knowing smile cutting through her weathered features. "They're telling the truth, Your Grace," Cheryl said, leaning casually against a wooden crate. "The Dawn-Gild doesn't fight wars, but they buy the steel for the ones who do. If you default, the Western Kings won't just sail through the southern trenches; they'll do it with the Dawn-Gild's blessing and a fresh line of credit." Natalia looked at Dmitry, then turned back to the Arbiter. Her silver aura didn't flare with anger; it settled into a calm, terrifyingly cold glow that filled the entire dock perimeter.

The horn, forged from the bone of a dragon long extinct, roared across the land like thunder. BOOOOOOOM! It echoed across the mountains, down into the forests, and through every home in the pack. Men jumped from beds. Women reached for blades. Children clung to mothers. The warriors assembled—lined up in full armor, their eyes burning with fury and purpose. Even those not called to battle hurried to the pack’s arena, anxious and wide-eyed, waiting for their alpha. Damian stepped forward from the shadows—armor black as night, cloak billowing like smoke, and a deadly calm in his silver eyes.

Elara The echo of Kaelen’s voice vibrated off the granite tiers of the grand hall, leaving a cold, unyielding finality in its wake. I stood beside him at the center of the stone dais, my dark combat boots planted firmly on the polished slate floor. The dark, reinforced carbon-fiber plates of my commander armor absorbed the bright morning light pouring through the high arched rafters, framing my posture in a sleek silhouette of absolute military authority. Beneath the structured collar of my uniform, the gold-rimmed crescent brand throbbed against my skin, sending a steady, pulsing current of pure golden heat straight down my spine.

She pulled back just enough to look at me. “What are you planning now?” There it was. Not if. What. I took a breath. “I’m designing armor,” I said. Her brows rose. “Armor?” “Personal combat armor,” I clarified. “For the Shadows. Lightweight. Flexible. Resistant to silver, wolfsbane, spell penetration. Something that doesn’t slow them down, but doesn’t let them die easily either.” Her hand tightened in my coat. “You’re preparing for casualties.” “I’m preparing to prevent them.”