Living Armor Fantasy Novels & Stories

Prenah growled at her, suddenly her rage flowed through her like lava, a molten anger rolled through her as her eyes darken into the sorceress. Lally laughed, such a beautiful, frightening sound full of power and horrible intentions. She moved in a flash, her hard leather armor stretching impossibly with her. Her fist slammed against Prena's head. She stumbled back, barely evading Lally's next punch. Prenah drew her sword and forced a powerful sliced through the thin air as Lally invaded her assault, a second swing followed but her sword bounced off Lally's armor. It was magically protected. It would take powerful enchantment to get through it, and Prenah didn’t have the power to make her as

He had sacrificed himself for her and she wasn't going to let the others die so she pulled herself together and raced even faster before it got to her. Her eyes brightened up in hope as she sighted the fire they had made for the night. It felt weird as she got closer, it was awfully quiet and soon she got to know why. Her lips were muted as she beheld the terrible sight before her, she had given up in body and soul, they were all dead, the creature had gotten to them before her and at this point there was no point in running, it was clear that it was teasing and could get to her no matter how far she was from him.

POV: miranda “How long have you been at it?” lyra asked, peering over my shoulder at the glowing runes. “long enough to realize they are lying to us,” I said. My fingers traced the faint lines of the ward, now flickering inconsistently. “These wards… are old, but they are not stupid, they are confused.” “Confused?” Lyra echoed. “wards are not alive.” “oh, they are,” I said sharply. “They are alive to the law to structure, they obey hierarchy and right now… that hierarchy is gone.”

The iridescent blue aura of the sub-ether wrapped around my hand, humming with the raw, chaotic energy of the Origin-Code. The Avatar's crimson visor snapped toward us. One of its massive arms raised a plasma-broadsword to cut us out of the sky. Too late. We collided with the chest plate. Dax kicked the bike sideways, using the heavy iron chassis to absorb the kinetic impact against the golden armor. At the exact moment of impact, I drove my phased, glowing blue hand directly into the center of the Founder’s chest cavity. The Phase-Shield ignored the golden durasteel completely. My hand passed through the physical armor like it was mist, plunging deep into the dark, cybernetic heart of the m

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

“I am going to be birthed again and I promise to make you pay for this Damon, I, Eliana will destroy you!” His thrilled laughter was the last thing I heard as the fire swallowed me. (AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi, thank you for clicking to read this out of a thousand other books out there. This is my first time writing in the fantasy genre and I promise to make this worth your while so please do stick with me. Kindly vote and comment)

" Valerie York's booming voice echoed around the cemetery. She was hauling two huge candles with her as she shot a disdainful glare at me. A violent shiver coursed through me when I heard her familiar voice. I hadn't died in the deep sea with the dark reefs. Instead, I had been reborn. I had returned to the day when Valerie insisted on illegally starting a fire on the mountain. The other employees stopped what they were doing and shot strange looks at me. From their perspective, I was the CEO's wife, but I was also an evil control freak. I was always finding reasons to target and harass their boss' carefree best friend.

"Liv. Come back. You don't know what you're doing. He's waiting. He's out there waiting." The clouds glowed orange and red all through the seams of rolling black. Fireballs erupted, spewing like well-thrown grenades at the dragons in the air while others rained down on the compound. Liv had effectively destroyed the safeguards so carefully woven each dawn by the ancients. She'd watched and remembered the pattern and had removed them, allowing the monsters access to their home.

She was sure that the sorceress's cloak was also magical. Without realizing it, she found herself reaching her hand to touch the feathers, admiring the handiwork. It had unusually rich, ornamented mantles but surprisingly light. The dominant color was a mix of lustrous red and glittery gold. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Vasilisa said smugly. "This is not an ordinary cloak, Cassandra," Owlyn added. "Fashioned after Goddess Freyja's Falcon Cloak, my lady named it the Cloak of the Fire-Bird."

Then it solidified, hollow-eyed and grinning: a raven’s skull, the bones black as obsidian, the eye sockets gleaming with unseen fire. Patricia leaned back slightly, smirk tugging at her lips. “Beautiful.” Gloria’s eyes glimmered with a hint of unease. “It’s alive.” Elara didn’t answer. She only stared, satisfied, her hand hovering above the raven skull, feeling its pulse through the shadows and the ink. In the quiet room, candle flames flickered against walls lined with dark magic, and the three of them waited, patient predators, for the chaos they would unleash.