Dawning 2023 Armor Novels & Stories

He wasn't just a King anymore; he was a god of war waking up to his true domain. But morale wouldn't stop an anti-matter barrage. They needed weapons. "System," Scarlett commanded, tapping her jade brush against the console. "Initiate the 'Deep Forge' protocol. I need full access to the Ark’s fabrication bays." "Warning, Sovereign Navigator," the AI responded, its tone cautious. "The Deep Forge has been dormant for millennia. Power requirements will drain the Bio-Dome's climate stabilizers by 80%." "Let the grass freeze," Scarlett said coldly. "If we don't build armor today, there won't be a world left to plant on tomorrow. Open the Forge."

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.

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.

And if that doesn't work, Becca was wearing her best clothes: her favourite tshirt and jeans that made her look curvy and cute. Demitri hid behind his mom as she rang the doorbell. Becca answered immideatly as if she had been waiting by the door. She greeted Demitri's mom, then her eyes met with Demitri's. they entered the house and both mom's started setting the table.

The mercenaries are well-equipped, wearing heavy dark plate armor and wielding enchanted weapons that hum with malicious, synthetic energy, proving they are elite killers dispatched by our worst enemies. I leap off the stairs and land directly onto the back of a mercenary, my daggers slicing through his dark armor to reveal a brand of Dawn Mercer’s crest on his neck. The man lets out a choked gasp as my blades find the seam in his plating, and as he collapses forward onto the blood-soaked flagstones, the parting cloak reveals the unmistakable mark.

Does she even worth wearing one when she cannot even outrank the strength on the least of all the Amyrgian soldiers? Suddenly, her shoulders are shaking as if one with heavy sobs. She knows that bear pauldrons are for the great knights. Yet she beholds the better warriors wearing the plain ones, standing on dominated positions but are more worthy of regard. Their plain armories have no symbol of honor. It cannot even give a sense of threat to the foe. But behold the unworthy one like her, having the bear pauldrons. She has a golden and black armory. Her untouched silver one is at Clapestris. But even General Daylam wears no intimidating symbol.

Just then, the device stopped working, and she couldn’t reach whoever it was anymore. Hmm… just who is able to create a jammer that would shut down our systems? I’d have to teach whoever it is a lesson. With that in mind, she headed into her private room. She reached for a specially designed safe box and made a cut on her hand to use her blood to unlock it. Inside was something glowing red. It slowly dimmed, revealing a set of red armor. “I don’t have a choice but to use you today. I’ll protect the people of this kingdom like I’ve promised them. No matter what,” she muttered as she picked up the armor. ⸻

Word travelled fast in a pack, and Damien had made sure everyone knew exactly what would happen tonight. Elena stood in the centre of the circle, her thin frame trembling despite the warm night air. She'd worn her only good dress, the navy one from their anniversary, though she didn't know why she'd bothered. Maybe some desperate part of her still hoped this was all a nightmare, that she'd wake up and find herself back in a world where mates actually loved each other.

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.