Dawning 2023 Armor Novels & Stories

and because “Mr. Grant wants to make sure I stay safe.” Nobody questioned that either. They really should have. Mr. D will be thrilled. The men sent to guard me fall to the ground around me like discarded toys and I step forward to enter the outer gate key. 30 men wearing masks and wearing armor stamped with the Grant Group logo march through the door holding assault riffles. This time the armor isn’t fake–they were taken from a container ship delayed between Singapore and San Francisco that will be reported “missing” in about 24 hours.

The morning light caught on her armor, newly reforged from Moonspire steel and Palace alloy, etched with clean lines instead of ornament. Functional. Honest. Very Edna. Liam stood beside her, wearing no crown, no ceremonial mantle— just a clean coat bearing the sigil of the Reigns, its clasp darkened from battle. He looked older than he had days ago, quieter. But steady. Levi stood a half-step behind him, arms crossed, face carefully neutral, eyes bright in a way that suggested he was holding something back. Pride, maybe. Or relief. There were gathered warriors, Moonspire combatants, Palace guards, villagers and civil wolves who had taken up arms when the walls fell— and they all stood in di

I would be looking at a ghost. I began to prepare for the meeting, but I wasn't picking out my jewelry for the bankers. I was picking my armor for the end of the world. Because when the Dawson empire finally fell, I wasn't going to be buried in the rubble. I was going to be the one holding Adrian’s hand as we walked away from the flames.

Dawn adjusted his tie and informed Aqua, who was still bleary-eyed in bed. Since confirming the location of his office, Dawn had been waking up earlier and returning later. She smelled of paint and other chemicals as he oversaw the renovation. He did not always wear his business attire whenever he left the penthouse. Aqua was slowly getting used to seeing Dawn in his ‘work clothes’. According to Jericho, humans sometimes had to dress appropriately for different occasions. The work clothes that Dawn wore were akin to armour for business professionals. Without a good suit, not many people were willing to talk to him and strike a deal.

He opened it on the vanity without a word. I gasped. Inside was a gown unlike anything I had ever seen—midnight black, tailored silk that shimmered like oil under the light. Gold embroidery curled around the hem like flame. The neckline was sharp, the back dipped low, and the sleeves cut just below the shoulder, regal and fierce. “This isn’t a dress,” I whispered. “It’s armor,” Dominic said. “And I had it made the moment you said yes.” “You planned for sabotage?” “I planned for everything.”

He didn't even have time to scream; his lungs turned to data before his vocal cords could vibrate. ​“Retreat to the Bridge! Fall back to the Core!” I screamed, my voice cracking as the Sovereign’s authority fought against the rising bile in my throat. ​The "Twilight Glass" armor we had forged in Chapter 131 held for a while—the iridescent purple sheen acting as a grounded wire for the Architects’ logic-beams—but the sheer volume of the erasure was overwhelming. It was like trying to hold back a flood with a screen door.

The dark-gold planetary shield he had bought was violently groaning, spider-webbing with massive cracks of white frost as the Dyson Sphere physically pressed against it. "The planetary shield won't hold against that kind of mass," Katherine said, her tactical mind racing through scenarios and discarding them just as fast. "It's not just hitting us with weapons. It's trying to enforce an eviction notice on reality itself." "Then we need to fund a massive counter-offensive," Jack growled. He didn't look at the sky; he looked at the blinding, roaring pillar of creation energy erupting from the newly ignited World Forge. Jack stepped into the pillar of light. The sheer heat and raw conceptual po

The layers of dark clouds rolling in from the distance made him panic. “The weather is about to change.” Morrow mumbled this sentence under his breath before he coughed violently and passed out. The servants turned pale with fright and quickly called for medical staff. … On the other hand, Wade had returned to his residence and was standing in the hall with three men in front of him. They were wearing uniformed black steel armor branded with a tiger pattern, black steel helmets, steel-toe boots, and had tiger-patterned sabers at their waists. They were a deadly presence in the hall.

"It only 'Evolves'." As Chapter 157 closes, Avery and Dominic stand in the "Nuclear-Glow" of a "Dead-God" that has returned for its "Collateral." The "Violet-Spring" is no longer a "Sanctuary"; it is a "Battlefield" again. "Get behind me, Avery," Dominic commanded, his eyes turning a "Vicious-Iron-Indigo." "No," Avery replied, her "Gold-Vanguard" armor "Materializing" around her for the first time in a decade. "We 'Audit' this 'Together'."

"Nightfang, obviously. Your system must initiate a reset the micro-second your nutrient intake is complete so we can deploy to Madame Lanchester’s armory. We will authorize a custom set of tactical dress armor immediately." "What is the operational timeline for this pack challenge?" I inquired, mentally scanning the two un-deployed sets of customized combat plates currently resting on the charging racks in my private locker. "The grid activates in exactly two weeks." "Then my processors cannot identify the immediate urgency, Luna. Is a new armor array even required for my system? We could reserve the amber titanium alloy plating until the deployment; I calculate its defense metrics are excee