Living Armor Fantasy Novels & Stories

--- ### The Iron Testimony I turned to the Arbiters, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "You want to talk about efficiency? You want to talk about the 'Grand Design'? You’re nothing but cowards in fancy suits! You sit up here in your rings and judge us because we’re 'messy'? We’re messy because we’re **Alive**! You’re clean because you’re **Dead**!"

It shimmered, humming with energy, alive, and I poured every ounce of fear, love, and desperation into it. The golden light erupted outward, forming shapes—my fox, my hawk, my lynx, even the bear. They leapt from me into the vision, circling Carter, pushing against the shadows, trying to shield me from the corrupted version of my friend. “Charlie…” the vision whispered again, voice bending with anguish. “Why… why are you fighting me? You don’t even know me anymore…” The bear roared, a wave of golden energy smashing into Carter’s figure, forcing him backward. The fox darted at his feet, scattering the ash that tried to coil around him. The hawk dove, talons glowing, slicing through the smoke

I can't count how many times I already reread this book but everytime I do, it feels like I am reading it for the first time again. Every page gives magic and even though this novel breathes despair, and the characters are perfect but the dearest author just..killed them, I am still proud to say I am the number one fan of this 386 pages book. “ Kath! Are you done?” I didn't listen to Tim as he screamed from the garden. “Zoe Kathareen! Did you hear me well?” He shouted again.

Alice asked and jean nodded "Who"I asked confused "Dave" Alice said "Why are you asking if she like you're outfit" I asked "Well, I kinda like Dave" Alice said I read the expression on Jenny's face, she tried as much as she could to fake a smile but I saw right through it. Dave and jenny have grown so cl, I think he likes her, I know because of our psychic connection. Jenny POV We walked out of the room, we finally found a cute outfit for Alice, a brown jacket covering her white shirt with black jeans, it was all Nikki's idea.

Inward. Converging toward her. Like gravity pulling cracks toward a center point. “I’m the anchor,” she realized. The well exploded upward in a column of radiant liquid. Not water anymore. Energy. Gold light surged into the sky, twisting like a living serpent. Guards shielded their eyes. Stone cracked outward from the well’s edge. Lily did not retreat. Instead, she stepped forward. The golden fire erupted from her spine, wings unfolding in blazing arcs. She met the column midair.

Hadassah chanted and created a magical shield to protect her from the lightning, making up her mind that she wouldn't stop until she stopped his breathing. Thousands of warriors stood still and gazed at them with horror, wandering furiously around the Battle of Blood. • • • • • Alvina always assumed that he was hiding something in the basement under his castle, but she never thought that it would be a legend he had been worshipping. She had been spending her life with her for almost ten years, but she didn't get the slightest idea. Now watching his mythical features and unusual power, she knew that Moriah had been possessed by the Lord of Life. She suddenly felt scared noticing the black clo

Its spires jutted from the cliffs like knives, and beneath them, the terrain bent unnaturally—shadows stretched wrong, stars blinked too slow. The guards were no longer living things. I saw one up close, crouched behind a shattered fountain. It wore armor, but its flesh was waxen, stitched. Not risen dead. Constructed. They were definitely not gods. They were creatures that Veyrith tailored just to be his defense. "Do you know how to kill them?" Lira whispered. "Yes," I said. "I believe so." We waited for the first to pass. I pulled my blade free—silver-edged. One clean stroke across the neck, and it dropped like a puppet cut from its strings.

Soon, all faded out. #### ~Author's Note~ Yo, bubble butts. Welcome to the land of Changeling where only the fittest survive. Straight to business, I'm going to start by appreciating you for taking up this book. This novel explores a fantasy world of benders, except when you think that's lame and unexciting, ask yourself: have you ever seen a fire bender who can command nuclear weapon with a swift hand movement, channels the energy of life from a human to himself?

Weight: 192 to 242 kilograms Color and appearance: The Lyvara resembles a lynx in body shape. The characteristic ear brushes are also present, but in size it is far superior to its relatives. The elongated fur of the Lyvara is a deep red with black stripes like a zebra across its body. The Lyvara's short snout is also deep black. Character: Very aggressive. Pack animal. Features: The most striking thing about the Lyvara is the striped pattern. Lifespan: The oldest known Lyvara, a descendant of the first generation, has been housed in the Historia research station for twenty-three years. He is estimated to be twenty-seven years old now. It is impossible to predict how the derivative gene will

--- The creatures are not alive. Skeletons clad in sand-armor, their ribcages cradling pulsing violet fungi. They move in silence, scimitars of bone gleaming under the twin suns. Eden's crows dive, but the sand-armor dissolves them, acidic grains eating through feathers and flesh. "Run!" I snarl, but the city answers.