Living Armor Fantasy Novels & Stories

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

Ayla picked it up, blew the dust covering it, and opened it. Some pages were filled with drawings and images, while others were blank. On one of the pages, the images started to move, like they had a life of their own, and they revealed the story of the first Avatar of Inoss. Ayla was sure she was holding in her hands the forgotten book. She put it in her bag, together with a little parchment written in a language she didn’t recognize. She had the feeling it was something important. Hudde made it to the door and leaned against the doorframe. “I have never seen armor like these in all my life. Whoever made them was a master. He combined magical ore with dragon scales.”

Only the stillness of an open grave. Ellie’s signet ring didn't just glow; it shrieked. A jagged, pulsing crimson light radiated from the stone, casting long, distorted shadows across the grey dust. She reached out with her inner sight, trying to find the golden threads of the Alliance, but what she found made her stumble. The threads weren't just frayed; they were being knotted into intricate, suffocating patterns—the **Legion of Bone** was literally weaving the life force of the sleeping wolves into a shroud.

"Lancaster is protected by Alice." I hunted Alice nearly a hundred years ago. And that moment was my closest moment to death. Unlike humans, Volder is an immortal being. But immortal doesn't mean it's impossible to die. If we were to compare it to the Valkyries, our race is even more likely to die than theirs. I don't know how Luke Lancaster got Alice's protection. Of course it wouldn't stop me if Lancaster found out where Lana was.

Am I pulling now even when I’m throwing out magic? My thoughts get interrupted by the sight before me. Jake roars and I know he’s seen it too. A huge dark figure, seemingly made out of shadows. But its red eyes give it away. It’s alive. And it’s tearing through the walls of fire like they aren’t even there. And it’s heading right for us. Amber~ Evan and I move together like we’re dancing. Like we’re dancing in synchrony to music only we can hear. He throws witches and vampires in my way and I fight them. He defends my back as I battle whoever is in front of me.

I turned to the back, where one of the later pages was blank except for a single phrase written in looping script: If you’re reading this, don’t trust the quiet forests. The book pulsed under my fingers. Just once. Like a heartbeat. I flinched slightly. Alaric noticed. “Abby?” “It… moved,” I whispered. “It’s alive.” Alaric didn’t look surprised. He exhaled slowly, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. “Some relics are infused with living mana. Especially things connected to the Rift. It could be a minor spirit bound to the object.” My brows furrowed. “What should we do with it?”

Only absence, At their center marched Luma, her hair a veil of burning starlight. And above them Hung the sky cracked and weeping blood-red mist, Queen Liora stood on the battlements. Armor glowing, soul thrumming, The Flameborn of Equinox. Sera at her right, Altheya at her left Auren below, sword pulsing with half-light. The first wave came soundless, Wraith-beasts made of lost memories, Children wrapped in shadow-stuff, Unborn things, clawing at the stone. “Hold the line,” Liora commanded, voice carrying like thunder.

she shouted like the drama queen she is. Then Hestia stood up and laid it out for her. “You do know you will all die too, don’t you? No matter what you do, if the earth and magic die, you will also die. There is a price to the dark magic you are using. Not only are you losing your souls, but it is going to cost you your lives." And yet the dummy wouldn't learn to shut her mouth. “NO! WE WON’T! We have a fallout shelter! We will all be protected and you will be the ones to lose! All your old ways and your... softness... will have no place in our new world!”

The Hollow Blade’s will pushed against hers, seducing her with visions of invincibility. “You could destroy them all, embrace me.” Her lips parted in a whisper that chilled even the hardened warriors below. “Run… before I end you all.” The ground beneath them trembled, cracking under the power that poured from her aura. The courtyard fractured, dust rising in choking plumes. Lyandra's soldiers froze mid-advance, their bodies writhing as the golden-black flames burned over them, purifying and consuming at once. Some survived only because Raven’s chaotic focus refused to fully release its wrath.

The wolves answered on cue, their lupine forms ghost‑silver in Nyra’s lingering lunar‐cloak. Selira stood on the steps of the dais, her sword raised high. Shadow‑steel armor clung to her like a second skin, and dark crystals pulsed along the blade’s fuller. “You are nothing but ashes,” she spat, voice carrying over the tumult. “I will burn your realm to embers!” Nyra met her gaze, heart steady. “You forget.. ashes can give rise to new life.” Between them, the courtyard became a battlefield of steel, magic, and fangs.