Hellfire Power Armor Novels & Stories

It can also resist a lot of heavy fire from any opposition. When it is activates, it would surround the user with a faint blue energy shield. The exotic armor is not like the normal conventional armor, as it is more energy-powered gear. When it is paired with a camouflage device, the blue glow is hidden from sight. The low-grade armor he chosen can withstand any firepower from the 21st century weaponry for hours or days. It can also withstand firepower from weapons of this century. The armor is like a second life to the knights.

External armor plates flipped over and slid into place to cover it. By the time it was done, from the outside, only nine dark launch tubes remained visible. The other forty cells were hidden flawlessly beneath the armor. Never show your whole hand at once. In this brutal apocalypse, letting the enemy underestimate your firepower often led to the most delightful surprises. ... As the golden light finally faded, Jake's Level 6 motorhome revealed its true form to everyone present. Seamless Hyperalloy armor wrapped the entire body; the whole vehicle fitted together without a single visible weak point, like a flawless black meteorite carved from the stars.

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

Jax and Cole roared, leading the Fenris Rebellion across the broken ice. The battle was a nightmare of chrome and fur. The Vanguard met them with Exo-Suits—massive, hydraulic-powered armor equipped with liquid nitrogen sprayers and high-frequency "Null-Blades." Elara didn't stay on the ship. She vaulted over the railing, her feet hitting the frozen ground with a shockwave of gold-tinted frost. She moved through the battlefield like a phantom of the Absolute Zero. Every time an Exo-suit swung at her, she didn't dodge; she thermal-shocked their joints. By dropping the temperature of the suit's hydraulics to near-absolute zero instantly, the metal became as brittle as glass, shattering under he

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

But Phoebe felt their hearts beat fast and hard, they were scared, they were just hiding their fear. Phoebe's body is fully equipped with bulletproof armor, the organization distributes two sets to each person, it is bulletproof and very thick so it won't tear if attacked by Vampires with claws and fangs, especially the neck. well-protected. No longer together this time, before separating. Enda patted Phoebe on the back and said, "We'll come back together." Phoebe was so touched by his words, that she smiled and said, "Good luck!"

The ones she had taken from the Elite down in the underground. Of course! It was like fate had been prodding at her and trying to get her attention all this time. Quickly rifling through the set she found what she was looking for. A car key. She glanced around the lot at the vehicles. They must have only been about five at best. All were the newest model of Land Rover, every single one was black and looked very sleek. They were guild-issued, so they had been modified with extra armour plating as well as bulletproof glass and a few other cool features.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

He tore open his dark shirt, peeling the tailored coat from his broad shoulders. The coat wasn’t ordinary—it held military-grade nano shielding and active thermal fibers. His right arm swept across, palm gripping Vivienne’s slender waist, pressing her against his chest. The coat, warm and tight, wrapped her completely. The internal heating system kicked in, blocking the first wave of lethal cold. His heartbeat pressed against her back. Calm. With his free hand, he retrieved a palm-sized, bulletproof military-grade computing terminal, tossing it onto the wheelchair armrest. “Forget its rules,” he rasped, seasoned with battlefield grit. “Break it.”