Dawning 2023 Armor Novels & Stories

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.”

LAYLA STARED AT the red vehicle while her heart was starting to beat erratically. No, she shook her head with a realization, she was just being paranoid. It was obviously a different and bigger car. She still was looking at the car when a woman and a boy—probably mother and child—approached the car. The backseat door opened and the two climbed inside the car. Layla watched the car moved away before she continued walking. She went to the gate, showed her ID and strolled inside. She had been working here, one of the largest TV networks in the country, for more than two years now. The tallest building in the compound had ten floors and on its highest floor, at the north side of the building, yo

It makes me proud to see every man show up for their Luna, and to be perfectly honest, I expected nothing less. They are quite a sight, even for me. Every man standing shoulder to shoulder with their leather wrapped shields at their fronts, sheathed long swords hanging at their sides and head to toe brown and burgundy leather armour with highly polished Damascus steel plating. The variegated stripes stand out and the skill of the old boys at the forge really shows. The Elite Warriors favour kevlar and HDPE , but like the Old Guard, I feel like something is lost in this modernisation.

Dorian's Pov The ceremonial armor was made from the finest material collected by the generation of the Draven wealth. As I wore the armor it felt heavier than I expected. This was Ronan’s armor—my brother’s legacy now resting on my shoulders like a stolen crown. I stood before the mirror in my quarters, adjusting the silver breastplate with our family crest. The wolf and moon park emblem on the armor seemed to mock me, a constant reminder that I wore borrowed authority. But soon, I reminded myself, it would all be mine.

The sound of people pretending not to watch the same thing, pretending not to smell the blood already in the water. The nobility were in top form this morning—dressed in opulencelike armor, as always. Silks that whispered secrets when they moved, brocades heavy as chainmail, pins the size of daggers catching firelight. Rings circled every finger like tiny crowns. Perfume hung thick as incense, another form of armor, masking the scent of fear-sweat and ambition. The dais had been freshly cleaned until marble gleamed like bone, banners re-starched until they hung crisp as accusations.

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.

Aria’s POV …… The air was thick with tension the next morning — the kind that made your skin prickle even before you opened your eyes. The entire kingdom seemed to sense what was about to happen. War. I stood before the tall mirror in my chamber, fastening the last clasp of my dark silver armor. The metal gleamed faintly in the morning light filtering through the window. The armor felt heavier than usual today, though maybe it wasn’t the metal — maybe it was the weight of everything that was about to come.

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

The woman left, everyone looked at Altar gasping. "Dont y'all look at me we all had choices" Altar shrugged his shoulders. "I didnt know king Dorian was gonna go through with that demand" Karl said "Yeah? Me neither" Altar laughed "I must've really impressed him." "Yeah no shit you might just take my job if I'm not careful" Karl said Altar scanned Karls beautiful grey armour. It shined brighter than his own old rundown armour. "I'm finally gonna get me one of those" he felt the symnbol symbol of Dorne carved on Karls breastplate - the setting sun behind the three cliffs.

“Let them show this pack how blind, how weak and irresponsible they have become.” A guard struck him across the back with a staff. “Quiet.” Garron only smirked. "Do you think I am afraid of them? If no one here is bold enough to speak the truth and stand by it, I am going to!" At last, the great doors groaned open. Silence fell instantly. Edwin entered first, wearing the armor of the Alpha. A dark iron laced with moonsteel, the crest of the Dark Moon pack engraved on his chest. His expression was cold, unreadable, his steps echoing with a quiet power that made even the traitors stiffen.