Hellfire Power Armor Novels & Stories

Still, he firmly believed that I had to be alive, and he was going to find me no matter what. Suddenly, a stray bullet whizzed right past him, grazing his arm. Vernon felt a sudden sharp pain in his arm as blood began seeping out of his skin and into his clothes. Yet, he never stopped. He just gritted his teeth and continued moving forward. After what felt like an eternity, he suddenly thought he heard someone calling my name. He immediately looked up and saw that I was safe and sound and still in one piece while giving out orders to the medical personnel there.

A lightly armed and armored woman stepped through the doorway and scanned the room. Her armor was matte black with dark purple accents along the curves. The plating was thin and light, which allowed her unrestricted movement. Yet it was clear that the armor was rather tough. Strapped to her right thigh was a B-ranked Hellfire Handcannon. It was a weapon that didn’t simply perforate its target - it completely obliterated whatever it struck. It also had a tendency to dislocate its owner's shoulder, if they weren’t strong enough to handle the kick.

They moved to the next across the battlefield one road at a time until they finally found another team of Alphas. This one had a fireman working at the floor. The Alphas surrounded him with guns at the ready and one extra person. Tom signaled and his men fired. The spare Alpha extended his hand and electricity shot forth. It hit the power armor, powering it up. The Alphas drew back in surprise as the power armor hummed with renewed energy. It deflected the bullets back at the Alphas. They dipped and dived away while his men shot. Tom smiled.

Thorne waved a hand dismissively as if the answer to the question Julian posed wasn't important, "what did your attacker look like." "We didn't see anything but we were attacked by fire," I responded pointedly. "And ice," came Julian's soft murmur. Thore opened his hand, an orange flame illuminating his palm, "I harness Hellfire. No matter how fast you think you are, the moment you touch it you will burn to ash. Hellfire is the strongest type of fire so it's the only defense a Hellhound needs. No Hellhounds I know can harness water." "I don't trust you."

The man fell to the ground, gripping onto his bleeding legs. I heard an explosion in the distance and wondered if the entire army of both Heaven and Hell actually showed up. Everyone was in protective armor, even though we all healed quickly, it didn’t mean a flaming arrow to the chest felt good. Some fighters were laying there on the ground, and some of them teleported back to their own realm in defeat.

] [Fire Elemental Affinity: High grade upgraded to Fire Elemental Affinity: Perfect grade. Golden ignored those notifications; he only wanted to reach the end of the passage quickly. Golden saw that the passage went up, and seconds later, he emerged from the magma lake in a sorry state with only some remains of the Water Battle Armor around him. If it weren't because the Water Battle Armor was an Origin Skill, the skill would have completely dissipated long ago. In the room Golden appeared, there was a bulky guy with a spear in his hand and a girl unconscious in the floor bleeding from a wound in her chest.

He'll break her legs so she won't ever be able to escape him. Armando had to leave his base because it was obvious that those f*ckers were keeping eyes on him. Now he was in hiding, increasing his army and waiting to strike Hunter. Silvia only belongs to him and he'd make sure she knows that well. "I'm gonna break your long beautiful legs, pigeon, and then I'm gonna f*ck some sense into you," He sneered menacingly to himself as the medics trembled in fear. * Silvia stepped out of the shower freshly bathed. She wore her clothes and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

“That is bullshit! No one has lived in this building for over a year. She’s a cop who came to check this place out, or worst, a spy from the Italian mafia.” Khalil felt stupid for assuming she was an innocent civilian. “I’m sorry boss.” “You both should go out there and bring her ass back.” Big Trey said as he brought out a pistol and handed it over to him. This was the second time Khalil would be holding a gun. The first was a few months ago when he was riding with his uncle to a party, and they got pulled over by the police. His uncle had given him the weapon to hide in his clothes, which was cold and heavier than it looked.

Axel met his gaze head on, his eyes burning with a determination I've never seen him emanate before. "She's leaving with me," Axel said stepping forward until he and Hunter were looking eye to eye. Though they stood approximately with the same whooping 6'4 height, you could tell who has the most power emanating from him through his aura. Amy fanned her face with her hand, shaking her head at the two men fighting silently in a stupid staring bottle. "Forget them, you're coming with me. Alpha gifted me with my very own bughati the other day, might as well take her for a ride?" She winked at me and I giggled.

They had back-up vehicles and personnel streaking down from Havenstone to provide extra security for my move. "Velma," she gave me her name. A quick description was in order. The three Amazons all had Bluetooth devices, shooting glasses and steel-gray long coats that had to be uncomfortable in this upper seventies evening heat. Underneath, they had on light ballistic body armor on their torsos, arms, and legs. Even their dull grey, all-terrain boots looked armored. They had a hip holstered sidearm, most likely a back-up pistol at the small of their backs and a deadly blade, or three. Their main deterrence was their H&K UMP-40 - my second favorite A****n killing device.