Iron Man Bleeding Edge Armor Novels & Stories

A sharp crack. He dropped instantly. Blood poured between his fingers as he screamed. The cafeteria erupted. Adam lunged at me—but I grabbed a tray and slammed it across his face. The metal bent on impact. He stumbled aside, holding his bleeding nose. Arnel charged from the side. I dodged him and went straight for Aib again. Someone yelled for the guards. Well... Too late. I pounced on him, slamming my fist into his face. Over and over. Didn’t care about the damage already done.

He popped up inside the brute's guard and drove the phased gear-axe squarely into the side of the Sun-Guard's golden helmet. The Phase-Blade didn't care about armor density or kinetic shielding. It bypassed the physical matter entirely. The axe cleaved cleanly through the helmet and the cybernetics beneath it. The brute short-circuited instantly, dropping like a felled redwood. "The phase-tech works!" Tank hollered, wading into the fray with his heavy trike, swinging a massive logging chain that Leo had coated in Origin-Code. The glowing blue chain wrapped around the legs of another Sun-Guard, slicing cleanly through the servo-motors and bringing the giant crashing to its knees.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

he said and handed me a file. “Okay. Track down Diamond next.” I said as I went through the file. “Boss, your weapons and armor are ready. Black painted Desert Eagles with black bullets. Black spandex and mask made from mithril ore. Your sword were also infused with adamantium and mithril ore making it extremely durable even against M60 machine guns. We have carefully collected 10 black roses. Everything is ready for your departure.” Starlet said. He acts my right hand man and he commands respect in the KWE organization.

She hit the metal railing hard, the breath forced from her lungs as her vision swam with purple spots. Down below, Kael was at his absolute limit. His entire left side was now coated in a dense, pulsing armor of crystalline obsidian bone, the white-hot sludge he had been absorbing threatening to overflow his natural Lycan biology. The veins in his neck were thick, glowing gold ropes, and blood was leaking from his eyes. He had become a human lightning rod for the refinery's destruction, but his stance remained unyielding.

My lip bleeds beneath my teeth as I force myself to sit back. With no strength left to fight his overwhelming presence, I let my hand drop. He leans across my lap, clicking the harness into place while taking extreme care not to graze the shredded meat of my left upper arm. He moves like I am a fragile sacred relic, not a rogue-marked warrior. My heart hammers wildly against my ribs. Is this real? Or is this just some twisted illusion before the silver venom takes my mind? Idris offers one last burning look before slamming the armored door shut and rounding to the commander's seat.

After moving the curtains, I cursed at my mate, Zaliver. The room had metal blinds. Like literally, metal blinds that were closed and bolted to the frame so I wouldn’t try to jump out, I guess. It kind of reminded me of Iron Man, but I somehow doubted that the wolf god had time to sit around and watch Tony Stark be a billionaire, playboy—whatever. I tilted my head at the strong shield-like blinds. Were these already here even before I got in?

The shimmering light on the rings continued to pulsate like genuine heartbeats, as if it were a living person with a pounding heart. Rain stared at the armored guy, unable to fathom the bounds of insanity. Creed had been up on the hill just a second before, and now he was standing next to her, wearing the same battered Armor that Nakiya had provided him. The armor was horribly damaged on both sides, almost to the point where his clothing and Kevlars could be seen. His palms and forearms were also entirely exposed. The soul armor apparently required additional time to heal within his mental palace. "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?" Rain yelled at the top of her lungs,

"But I feel it now. I feel everything. I’m not scared anymore, Anna. I’m just angry." Anna pulled back, nodding solemnly. "Good. Use that anger. We're going to need it." Anna turned toward the center of the room. The 30th had arrived, and with it, the "Jameson" identity dissolved forever. She reached into the air, calling upon the McKinnley inheritance that now flowed through her like a river of molten gold. From the empty air, her battle armor materialized—crafted from dark, enchanted leather and reinforced with Filigree Silver that wouldn't burn her, but would melt any Devonshire who dared touch it.

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.