Dawning 2023 Armor Novels & Stories

He rested his forehead against hers, whispering, “I don’t deserve you.” Aria smiled faintly. “We both know that’s not true.” Ethan clapped his hands loudly. “Okay, lovebirds, time’s running. Gear up.” Aria took a deep breath and looked at the tactical vest Ethan offered. Black, fitted, intimidating. “Is this really necessary?” Damon took it from Ethan and held it out to her. “Yes.” Aria met his eyes and slipped into the vest. Damon tightened the straps gently, his hands lingering as though memorizing her.

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.

Aurelian still slept, curled against a mossy log, clutching the dagger I gave him. We were all soldiers now. And today, we would stop running. I stepped into the clearing, where Caleb and his warriors waited, weapons strapped, expressions grim. Damon stood near the front, his armor dark as the shadows clinging to his soul. When he looked at me, something flickered behind his eyes—fear, hope… love. Maybe all of them. I raised my voice. “We strike at dusk.” Murmurs rippled through the ranks. “They’ll be expecting us at dawn,” I continued. “That’s why we wait. We let the sun rise on their confidence… and let it set with their destruction.”

Her cloak swayed, dawn catching her grin, a warrior at peace. Pups gathered around, their laughter bright, weaving flower crowns, their small hands steady, guided by Lila, their voices a chorus of hope, the dawn catching their joy. Sam stepped forward, green eyes sweeping—Mara’s grin, Jasper’s jests, Lila’s scroll, pups’ crowns, Cora’s calm, Kevin’s gaze. Her tattoo pulsed, Luna’s purr a call—Lead, Sam, bind! “Dawn Pack,” she said, voice clear, resonant, dawn’s light casting her shadow gentle. “The Veil’s gone, its blood dust, its runes ours again. These stones, this ridge, our legacy—forged by us, for us, forever.” Her staff gleamed, green eyes fierce, dawn catching her fire, her heart a fl

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.

That strange shimmer I had noticed over their clothing grew until the crisp and elegant lines of their suits morphed into armored plates and thick leather straps. They covered their chest and torso and ran over their shoulders to their lower backs. Apollo’s was the same shade of bronze as his hair, while Helion wore a suit of pure gold. Cains was dark as night itself, and Erebos silver armor sparkled merrily. Each had designs etched into the metal, too small and elaborate for me to make out. “Protect the crowds without killing the dragons. I’m getting her out of here, then I’ll be back.” I tensed at Dain’s words and pulled myself from his grasp.

I dried my hands slowly, staring at the faint reflection of myself in the kitchen window. So what could I fix? What should I not bother trying to fix? Footsteps echoed from the hallway, announcing Susan's return. “I have returned,” She announced. I turned and paused at the familiar sight. She stood there in one of my oversized hoodies and a pair of shorts, her hair now loosely tied back, still damp. She looked comfortable. “You look less chaotic,” I commented slyly. “Rude,” she replied, but she smiled. “This is my healing outfit.”

He started "You also have to cut ties with this world in order to defend Altheda, remember not only is our realm in danger but this world is also in danger. It is all left for you to decide, it's time for The Dawn of A Guardian." He said those words with so much emphasis. And before I know it another smoke screen filled up the book shop again, I managed to find my way out before I would choke to death.

nothing… but a living suit of armor holding a large blackish shield with a large darkened sword without a single electric charge deduced from any of it. “Oh, I see. This is one of the abominable armour the trivial Inhumanes made, told it could divide mountains in half with a single strike of its sword.” He pointed out, “I don’t even see any holes on it, how are you even breathing in that confused disordered jumble of a thing you called an armour.” “You know nothing, ponytail.” Aje coldly spoke through the blackened armour. Abbey groaned with a thought. Another Jared to beat.

Eya inspects her handy work making me smile at how proud she is. “It’s beautiful, you two did amazing work together,” I comment, grabbing the black leather pauldrons which are embossed to match the rest of her armor. The pauldrons are layered, almost like the scales of a dragon, working down covering Raven’s upper arms. I smile thinking of how Raven will look like a beautiful strong warrior queen in the stunning armor our vaari and her stepdaughter made for her.