Enclave Remnants Armor Novels & Stories

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.

And etched into the surface was a single red rune that pulsed with a heartbeat rhythm. Thump. Thump. The monocle over Valerius’s eye whirred frantically as it scanned the object. Valerius went pale. "That signature," he whispered. "That’s... that’s impossible. That’s Alpha-Class Aether-Steel. The Emperor’s personal reserve." "It is," Tristan lied smoothly. "Or rather, it was. My foundry in the Shattered Isles has reverse-engineered the molecular bonding process." He leaned forward. "I can mass-produce this, Valerius. Armor that deflects plasma. Hulls that cannot be breached. And I am looking for a distributor on the mainland."

I said, reaching up to touch the dark circles under his eyes. "I was running drills with Echo Squad," he said. "The new stealth armor from the lab is... finicky. The seals leak if you submerge past twenty feet." "Did you fix it?" "Mara fixed it. I just broke it in the first place to find the flaw." He offered a small, crooked smile, the first one I’d seen in days. "We're ready, Elara. The Legion is ready." I looked out the reinforced glass of the bridge. Outside, the Ghost Isle was living up to its name. A wall of fog churned against the atmospheric shield we had erected. Inside the shield, it was dry, illuminated by the harsh industrial floodlights of the base.

Half Lycan, half werewolf. A leash disguised as a crown. A way to chain the last Lycan Enforcer to their throne, to breed me like livestock until my blood was diluted and my line was theirs and Lycans were just a story old wolves told to frighten pups. I looked at Armea. She was beautiful in the way a dagger was beautiful , crafted to cut, cold to the touch, deadly if mishandled and empty if not wielded. Her eyes promised power and politics, Not partnership.

I say, and she nods. " I didn't know you were so brave," my Beta purrs in her ear and earns a giggle. " I am not. But my pack always had problems with rogues. So I am kind of used to them." she says without a care in the world, not even noticing our faces. " Give me a moment," I say and grab my phone, dialing the number of Alpha Eren. " Good morning, Alpha James. What a pleasant surprise. " he greets me friendly, but I hear the distress in his voice.

He avoided the weirdly shining center. Alpha Jones couldn't stop staring at the first Alpha's weird clothing. The polythene garment covered his whole body revealing only his eyes and nose. "You didn't tell me this is a 'suited fight'. I would have prepared better" Alpha Jones took off his shirt and threw it away. He was very sure he would beat the first Alpha within few minutes. "This is the special holding of North Grave, expect everything. Always expect the unexpected. I don't want to say that again but I'm sure I have no choice than to keep repeating it today" he shook his head.

But unlike him, I had friends and love by my side, to guide me and always remind me of what was right. 'Always by your side.' I heard Victor's voice in my mind and smiled. I opened my eyes and turned my face so that I could look at my beloved. The crown on his head is complete, and he is wearing his metallic red armor, which seems to be made of lava and you can see reddish and orange glow as if it were metal being forged. My armor has a golden hue, mixed with touches of red, black, and white. We don't usually wear armor in battle, but this is special because it's made to resist magic. With Ayla's skill, I know for sure that these armors have become even more powerful.

the man repeated, his voice as cold as death itself. As he spoke, his aura grew more feral, exuding a savage and volatile energy akin to a wild beast's roar. His body trembled, and his black robe billowed violently. His sleeves tore apart, scattering into the air like shredded fabric. In that instant, a rust-covered armor emerged, encasing the man's body and leaving only half his face exposed. Chase's expression hardened. "A battle armor?" He had witnessed the power of such armor before in Capital City. An armor like this offered near-impenetrable defense, capable of withstanding even the most potent strikes.

she said softly, eyes locked on mine. “Like who?” I asked. “The one before. The one they erased. But the soul never lies.” A chill crawled down my spine. “I… I don’t think I know you.” She smiled then, a sad curve of lips. “No. But I know you. You’re one of us, No you are better.” I tilted my head. “One of who?” She leaned closer, voice a whisper. “One of the Remnants. One of the earthly Gods One of—”

“It’ll resist the dark magic they’re known for.” Lyra nodded in approval. “You’ve done incredible work. Every weapon forged here brings us one step closer to victory.” The blacksmith grinned, sweat dripping from his brow. “We won’t let you down, Princess.” Lyra and Kane made their way to the armory, where soldiers lined up to receive their armor. The room was vast, its walls lined with racks of polished breastplates, greaves, and gauntlets. Each piece had been meticulously crafted to offer maximum protection without hindering movement - a crucial balance for Lycans and their human allies.