Dawning 2023 Armor Novels & Stories

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.

At that very moment, an armor glowing with the Wama Divine Light descended from the sky. “This is the Xolotle Armor. Not only can it protect you from Daeclon Mahayana Rank cultivatorsʼ attacks, but it can also conceal the ownerʼs aura when they are wearing it. “The armorʼs appearance can also change according to your needs. “We still have a long way to go before achieving our goals. I look forward to seeing you again.” James looked up and spotted Wiktor transforming into a ball of Wama Divine Light and flew away.

Altogether, the Guardians were shredding the New Emperor's Army's defenses. Chieftain Orhan was happy for the Guardians' assistance. With their help, the Dunesmen, clad in lightweight armor and special thick fabric that resisted being cut, were able to be the first to break through the enemy lines. The men of the sand waved their curved swords with vigor.

"A Vance never walks into a room unprepared. And tomorrow night, we have a very important party. We need armor." "Armor?" Mia’s eyes went wide. "Like a knight?" "Better," Julian smirked, opening the first box. Inside lay a dress of pale, iridescent silk, the color of a sunrise. It was delicate, hand-stitched, and clearly cost more than the entire bakery Elara had left behind. "This is for you, Mia. It’s called 'The Dawn.' Because that’s what you are." Mia gasped, her small hand reaching out to touch the fabric. "For me?"

"Tonight I'm all yours. And you're all mine." He led her to the wardrobe and took out the wedding dress we had prepared together. It was one of a kind. "Tonight, you wear this dress and I'll wear the groom's suit. We'll make our vows. That way we'll have married each other." He got down on one knee and looked up at her. "But Caleb made this dress himself. He sat in that wheelchair and sewed every stitch. He worked on it for three hundred days and nights. Ethan, I told you I-"

Beside him stood Lyra, in dark leather armor, the crest of the Sun-Marked on her sleeve pulsing with a brilliant white-gold radiance that lit the shadowed battlements, a beacon of hope. "The defense's shield won't hold up to a sustained salvo from three capital-class dreadnoughts! Beta Marcus ducked behind a stone merlon, his hand clenched on his shadow-forged broadsword, and roared above the deaf thunder of the artillery. "Their black-silver shells are eating through our runic anchors!" "Then we stop playing defense," Caelum rumbled, his deep voice carrying over the roaring storm with low, terrifying authority.

Doreon entered with two guards, Nathan waved to them and they leave, closing the door behind them and leaving the two friends alone, while his hand was watching him. He was wearing his commander uniform, with his black iron armor, on the chest, where the heart was, he had a breastplate with the royal coat of arms engraved on it; green iron shoulder straps, and different belts with daggers. Doreon used to have all kinds, he had one tied sideways from the left shoulder to the right side, of light but resistant leather, on which there were two sheaths with daggers: one at the height of the chest and one on the side. Another belt was on his waist, which attached the sword on his left side and Da

He took Damian’s hand and pulled him up. "But you still leave your left side open," Damian noted, tapping Leo’s ribs. "I'm working on it," Leo smiled. THE ARMORY We geared up. The Sanctuary Guard wasn't a ragtag militia anymore. Thanks to Seraphina’s funding and Ironclaw’s logistics, they were a modern army. Matte black armor woven with carbon nanotubes and silver thread. Assault rifles modified to fire depleted uranium rounds (for armor piercing) and hollow points filled with wolfsbane (for rogues). But for the Hollow Men, we needed something else. "Bone," Silas said, walking into the armory with a crate. "If they are anti-magic, metal might conduct their Null field. We go primitive." He op

Those witches are exactly the kind of chaos the gods would love to keep around. Everyone entering the armory is sent inside to gear up: guns, blades, daggers, rifles—whatever they’ve trained with. Puck is supposed to meet us soon with diamond weapons. We need enough for our people here and for the ones trapped in the Goddess Realm. “Body armor. Everyone. I mean it, Edward,” Dev barks. Edward rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Goddess of War, obsidian wings. I’ll wear the damn armor.” I giggle. Grumpy old alpha is well-matched with the Crone Coven’s high priestess.

*** Sierra I was having a day off and was peacefully sleeping when my friends barged in wanting to go clubbing, I just wanted to sleep but they don't like to see me having a peaceful nap. "Sierra, come on. You have to wear this, we are going to a club," said my friend Kate what I call her, short for Kaitlyn. No I can't you know I don't like anything that is bling and it's too flashy for my taste. It would suit you better Kate and you would rock this dress. "Ok then try this designer dress you have to wear it. You would look gorgeous. I've specially searched for this designer piece and this one looks like it has been designed it for you. No one would be able to take their eyes off you.