Dawning 2023 Armor Novels & Stories

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 location was coded in riddles, but Alessia cracked them like glass. Three nights from now. She and Dante made their plan. Infiltrate. Expose. Destroy. But while the rest of her team moved in shadows, Alessia prepared for war in the light. She stood in front of her mirror, strapping on the same armor she wore when she first took her family’s empire back—black leather, twin blades, and eyes that didn’t know how to lose. Dante approached, dressed for battle too. He kissed her shoulder. “I’m with you.”

Because these days, I don’t know if the next person I see will be a friend or an enemy. Damon stepped closer, voice quieter. He was dressed for training fitted with a tunic, reinforced leather armor, and twin daggers strapped to his belt. You’re not alone in this, Rhea. You don’t have to carry it all by yourself. I stared at him, then scoffed, standing. Tell that to the ones waiting for me to fail. Damon crossed his arms. Let them wait. You? You’re going to make them regret ever doubting you. A small smile tugged at my lips.

“Since you know I'm doing all this for your safety, the best thing you can do for me is protect yourself. This way, the battle will not be in vain, do you understand?!” I snapped, looking in Daisy's eyes. Just then, she nodded her head sadly. “I'll keep myself safe then,” she turned around and went in the direction where the women and children were headed. Getting to the armory house, I quickly put on my battle armor, which James helped me fix. “Are you ready?” He asked as he fixed my armor. “I'm more than ready for this,” I responded. Just as I had anticipated, it didn't take up to two hours when reports came about the arrival of the soldiers of the Gray Moon Pack.

"I shall initiate the absorption process. We will dispatch vehicles to the Howlers in a week, once we've arranged suitable accommodations for your people. These vehicles will facilitate their relocation to Shadow Moon. I require a comprehensive list of your pack members, detailing their skills and any pertinent information that may assist us in assigning them appropriate roles. The official swearing-in ceremony will take place at the end of the month, coinciding with the full moon, as per tradition." His words left me stunned, unable to summon a smile or even a laugh. Tears of relief streamed down my face, mingling with sighs of gratitude. In those precious moments, David embraced me tightly

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'."

“Take him inside, Elara.” “No.” I set Elias behind me, but I didn’t retreat. I stepped to Darius’s side. Equals. “Next time, we fight together. Or I chain you to the throne myself.” Something dark and pleased flickered in his eyes. He nodded to the Lycan Guard behind us—ten thousand strong, all sworn to the crown. All sworn to me. Their armor caught the dawn light and turned the courtyard silver. “War begins at dawn,” Darius said, drawing his own blade. It was black, like his heart, like my gown. “And dawn… is now.”

"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

The person he was speaking to was someone from the Duval family, one of the major families in Beyford. Over the past decade, the Duvals had closely collaborated with Dragoria's military. The armor sets worn by Dragoria's armored soldiers were the Duvals’ creation. Because of this, the Duvals had boldly named the armor set the Dragoria Battle Armor, of which could grant an ordinary person the combat power of a powerful fighter.