Enclave Remnants Armor Novels & Stories

He stopped three paces from the platform, bowing deeply to both thrones. "The registration of the wild-born infantry regiments is complete, my Queen," Vance announced, his voice tight with military focus. "We have selected four thousand of the strongest rogue warriors from the captured factions and have stripped them of their localized tribal insignias. They are currently being outfitted with standard dark iron plate armor and have been assigned to the secondary defense lines under the command of our northern centurions. But the distribution lines... they are causing an administrative bottleneck. The western ironworks are operating at half capacity because Alpha Raymond's purist engineers de

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 opened the crate.

"That is where Aidan moved the primary lab. It is the only building with a dedicated power grid and independent oxygen scrubbers." Sora adjusted the grip on his knife. He could see them. At least twenty tactical officers in full Corvin gear. They weren't just guards. They were wearing specialized silver-mesh armor designed to reflect Shifter attacks. He felt the frequency in his blood surge, humming against the back of his neck where Vardan had burned the tracker. The scar was tight, pulling at his skin, a constant reminder of the parasite that had lived inside him. "The armor they wear has a weakness," Vardan said, his voice a low rumble beside Sora’s ear. "The joints at the neck and the ba

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.

The scars on my wrists also fade. ‘What about the scars on your back?’ Talon says. I smile and shake my head. ‘These scars are part of who I am. These scars tell a story of how strong and courageous I am. These scars show everyone no matter what comes my way. I will never be defeated. These scars are reminders of someone I love and will never be forgotten. So, I will wear it proudly like the armour the scar has become.’ Talon smiles, nods and swiftly pulls me into his chest. We hug, laugh and kiss until Alpha Varan approaches.

It remains as if brand new though I know it has been seated here for more than a century. There are three spears, all long and sharp. This dust has managed to gather here. But the metal is strong and it remains steady, with only little hits of rust and corrosion. It is Elven armor. The books were indeed correct about their unmatched durability. I see flowers, only five, alive and well, though the water in which they sit has long turned into the nastiest kind of slug. Sediments of all kinds and where the jar once full was now nearly empty.

He retracted the dirk, tucked his chin, and braced for impact. He hit the stone balcony with the force of a meteor. The impact shattered the balustrade and sent a spiderweb of cracks through the floor. Victor rolled, the momentum carrying him through a set of heavy oak doors into the Spire’s armory. He didn't stop to check for broken ribs; he knew they were there. He only cared about the shadows moving in the periphery. The Remnants The Architect was dead, but his "Sentinels"—automated husks of armor fueled by residual mana—were still programmed for one task: termination.

In the Vanguard’s staging hall, just behind the Matriarch’s grand balcony, Mwajuma stood in perfect stillness. She looked at her reflection in a tall, polished silver mirror. The woman looking back was a stranger to the mud and blood of Mapambazuko. She wore the dark leather and canvas uniform of the elite, but it was the armor that truly defined her. The custom-forged iron-shale pauldron rested heavily on her right shoulder, its veins of pure gold gleaming in the torchlight. The brutal, articulated stone gauntlet covered her right forearm, a weapon capable of shattering a monster’s skull or holding up a collapsing wall.

The beam that formed was unstable, erratic frequency, similar to what we had documented from Netherborne encounters. It fired and the impact was violent. The Aegis armor was thrown backward into the reinforced wall. For half a second, the plating flickered dangerously. Inferno surged within me instinctively, but I held him. "Let the system respond." The armor’s white channels ignited. The linked network flared. Three Crimson Vaults activated simultaneously. Energy redistributed. Plating restructured. The beam dissipated and the armor dropped back to standing position. Damaged but intact. Lucien’s voice was low. “Seventy-three percent integrity remaining.” Zenith closed her eyes briefly. She

Above his head was a heavy closed wasteland with visor and chin (section of armor that protects the mouth and chin) reminiscent of the one used by knights during the early 15th century, the wasteland visor was completely smooth, only having the eye holes. On his hips was a belt from which hung two long swords, both were to the left of him and although their edges could not be seen due to their respective sheaths, their hilts were beautifully designed. The first had a white Mikarta handle (a material made with a combination of resin and cloth subjected to pressure and heat) and both the guard and the knob were made of Adamantite, a magical metal considered one of the three most resistant meta