Living Armor Fantasy Novels & Stories

As the car crept closer to the Velvet Vagabonds, her heart clenched tighter and tighter. "If you make it back alive, I will tell you." The young man's words echoing in her mind. Her fists tightened, her resolve strengthening. 'I have to survive and return, no matter what.' From the outside, the Velvet Vagabonds resembled a beautiful castle. Its interior was lavishly decorated, making it the perfect playground for the wealthy and privileged. As Hayes entered the Velvet Vagabonds, Mia caught sight of a metal cage containing a vicious dog and a young man. The young man was engaged in a fierce battle with the dog. It was said that if one could defeat the beast, the person could escape Velvet Vag

The little infant moved and suddenly opened her eyes but they didn't have their normal color this time, they were sky blue. “I guess she's happy." Cecilia chuckled as she carried the baby in her arms. “Queen Margery a witch and king Arthur a hybrid. We must keep her identity a secret if we want to protect her from Sheila.” Cecilia said this with a warning gaze and Elsa nodded immediately. “Which means you can never leave this forest... alive.” She added, and Elsa's eyes widened in shock but before she could do anything, three white wolves pounced on her, biting every part of her body while she screamed in agony.

The silver armor molded to her form shimmered in sunlight, covered with a safety magic spell by Brenda herself. Jasper approached her side and placed a hand over her heart. “Whatever happens,” he said quietly, “I would choose this life a thousand times.” Louis nodded. “For you. For them.” Kandrix gave her a slow, meaningful look. “We finish what we started. Together.” A war horn split the sky. And the first wave came crashing down. Ruvan’s soldiers hit like a plague — silent and swift, cloaked in illusions and blood-bound oaths. Shadow hounds leapt across the trenches, snarling. Witches hurled hexfire over the walls. Arrows rained like obsidian hail.

Amber whispered staring at the building, "Al..." Jumping through the small space between the wall and shed, Al landed at our feet, the sun was high in the sky but he wasn't effected by it, it's like he got immune overnight. Amber looked shocked and confused as I was but Al wasn't... I misread him earlier about sacrificing himself, he knew he could walk in sun, "How—" Amber spoke, "How did you become a day lighter?"

The books on the shelves begin to fall because the whole room is vibrating like an earthquake is about to happen. Avyanna is unperturbed by all this, she keeps hugging Alcinder as if her life depends on him. She looks over the Chaos and sees the wolf looking frightened and dead at the same time, she stretches her hand over and gently grabs his foot as him she was trying to calm him. Alyssa and Elektra’s hands are still entwined begins to glow and moves to their entire body. They get up and hand in hand, hair glistening and eyes so bright, they move over to Alcinder and Ruby. They both kneel in Unison and touch Ruby and Alcinder at the same time, Jolting them back to life.

Again and again and again and again and— She presses her fingers to her sternum. Breathes. The candle gutters as a draft moves through the room. The flame holds. She is seventeen years old. She lives inside the most hidden territory on the continent, protected by the most ancient bloodline in the known world, surrounded by women who have devoted their lives to preserving hers. She has never been to war. She has never been in danger. She has, by every material measure available to her, been perfectly safe since the moment she was born.

She placed more emphasis on ‘beast’. Lillia paused. “Fenris, did something happen that you are not telling me?” “No—nope… not at all. That—” She answered quickly, noting a book Lillia had suddenly pulled out from beneath a number of books. “Let’s read that.” “Fantasy, seriously?” Lillia sighed. “I won, remember? And you love fantasy. What changed?” “I died.” Lillia picked the book and slid into bed, surrounding her body with pillows as usual, before resting her back on the frame, carefully balancing the mini lamp on a stand.

POV DARLENE The One-Hundred-and-Third Layer of Entropy was not a place of clinical glass or crushing depth; it was a Sanctuary of Reciprocal Heat. As the Tower of Drowned Glass surged into the liquid sapphire sky, the atmospheric pressure of the South-Abyss didn’t just vanish—it Transmuted. We emerged into a cathedral of Living Amber and Molten Iron, a realm where the air tasted of summer storms and the heavy, sweet scent of cedar-smoke. This was the Chamber of the First Alpha’s Forgiveness, the spiritual forge where the High Council had locked away the only force capable of destabilizing the Loom: the Primal Peace of the Origin.

The vampiric warlords preferred to stay close to the sands of their desert domain, since they relied on its warped form to protect their bodies from the sun. “Captain, we’re about to hit dirt.” Wriixer announced, slowing the steamboat as the marsh reeds gave way to the shadow of swamp trees and the damp stench of dirt. “Weapons ready.” Likaya called, drawing her blast rod on her right as she stepped onto the small island. As expected, the damp dirt was uneasy on her boots but the Rot Spell permeated well into the air. Her arcane eye was buzzing with activity, she could see the tendrils lashing out from the soil and dancing in a hypnotic grotesque fashion as they waved into the air.