Dawning 2023 Armor Novels & Stories

You two ride at the fore. Raven read the words. Nodded once—small, steady. She felt the cold place inside her rise like a tide, eager, ready. Victoria’s hand found hers under the table; fingers laced tight. They suited up in the armory—Valrosian battle armor fitted perfectly now: blackened steel plates over dark leather, obsidian scale at shoulders and chest, crimson cloaks edged with protective runes. Raven’s midnight-blue dress stayed folded in their room; today was for war, not silk.

With her far-fetched eyesight, she could clearly see the extent of damage done. "Dana," her right hand in a war called out to her. He's wearing a blue armor with a symbol of a water drop and crossed swords etched on his chest. Taller than General Dana, he was built for war himself: broad shoulders, tan-skinned with gray eyes. "Where are the Knights?" As if on cue, lightning struck down from the sky at the west. Her assistant looked at the direction and smiled. "They're defending the west." Dana turned to the other side where another female with a crown on her head was looking at the direction of the fire. The female was in a regal peach dress, auburn hair, and emerald eyes. Even by looking a

**Dawn – The Ravens Fly** The first light of morning filtered through the window like a reluctant intruder, pulling me from the haze of dreams. I rose swiftly, muscles still loose from the previous night's shower, the claiming bite a faint, pleasant ache under my collar. The academy was stirring—distant shouts from early drills, the clatter of breakfast trays in the halls. I dressed in my formal uniform: crisp black trousers, a high-collared shirt that partially concealed the mark, and the silver-embroidered vest denoting my tenure. No hiding today. Let them see the truth.

If one of us falls, the other doesn’t surrender. She answered in kind. If one of us falls, the other makes it mean something. He didn’t argue. There was nothing left to say. --- Dawn bled slowly across the eastern sky, turning the snow outside Blackthorn’s walls from blue‑black to steel‑grey. The courtyard seethed with motion. Wolves in armor moved into formation, banners snapping in the cold wind—Blackthorn’s black and silver, Stormfall’s deep blue, Ashridge’s stark white on stone grey The clang of metal, the snort of horses, the muted thud of boots, packed the air.

This is a new dawn for Azrael! 🎇 🎇 THE END 🎇 🎇

CHAPTER 37 DANTE I stood on the palace courtyard at first light, watching the army assemble with the kind of precision that came from years of drilling and the knowledge that hesitation meant death. Two hundred soldiers stood ready in full armor—black-plated steel etched with the Varyn crest, swords sharpened to razor edges, shields bearing the royal colors of silver and midnight blue. Two witches flanked the formation, their silver robes catching the pale dawn light while their hands already glowed with faint protective runes that shimmered in the air around them. No cars this time. We would ride on horseback because the terrain near Blackthorn Ridge was too uneven for vehicles, and I wante

Aiden noted, dropping his tablet on the table while he put on his body armor. I spurned in the room until I had seen my jacket. I liked how it felt when I put it on, placing an only front body armor just in case of a sneak attack. “We will find out when we meet him on the battlefield,” I said as I stepped out to meet my men, who looked to have understood what was happening. They stood around me, bearing their Nightshade insignia with pride in front of them.

A massive, shimmering dome of solar magic—the primary Sun-Shield—hovered over the entire metropolis, its golden grid pulsing with a sterile, defensive warmth. Silas pulled his black stallion to a halt beside me, his golden eyes narrowing as he stared at the distant gates. He was still clad in his battle-worn armor, the dried blood of the Judicators caked into the crevices of his iron plates. Beside him, the three thousand Lycan warriors quietly fanned out along the ridgeline, their star-silver pikes catching the dawn, their massive dire-wolf mounts letting out low, eager rumbles.

"That is where Aidan moved the primary lab. It is the only building with a dedicated power grid and independent oxygen scrubbers." Sora adjusted the grip on his knife. He could see them. At least twenty tactical officers in full Corvin gear. They weren't just guards. They were wearing specialized silver-mesh armor designed to reflect Shifter attacks. He felt the frequency in his blood surge, humming against the back of his neck where Vardan had burned the tracker. The scar was tight, pulling at his skin, a constant reminder of the parasite that had lived inside him. "The armor they wear has a weakness," Vardan said, his voice a low rumble beside Sora’s ear. "The joints at the neck and the ba

yet. Outside the Walls stood a column of armored artillery, each bearing the colors of their respective ADFs. The Solar ADF M1 Abrams and Cromwell tanks being black and blue while the futuristic armored beam tanks of the Gemminite being bright blue and gold. In the opened cupola of the Gemminite vehicles stood bright blue droids with golden skull face plates. Red lights emanated from its empty eye sockets. Green lensed monofocals were attached on their left eyes, displaying yellow corsairs at the advancing Dusk Riders.