Living Armor Fantasy Novels & Stories

I whimper as I shut my eyes, trying to take my head far before he stops me by placing his free hand under my chin. The pain of his touch electrifies my whole cells. I imagine death, the ruthless phantom that feeds on lives, especially innocent ones. I would not call mine innocent though, which is why I could not help but think that if I die today, will I be able to see my mother? “Young flesh,” Xaulfur groans, much to my surprise. His voice has a wolfish growl, pushing its way brutally into my eardrums. When I open my eyes, I find his face in front of mine. He could be tall, but I am tall enough to reach the point where I now watch his Adam's apple move as he speaks again.

Making him or her weaker than usual. The guys situated Ignis and I in the middle of the room. Our hands were both cuffed and we were both sitting weakly on the floor. But unlike Ignis, who seems to be so drained, I look much better since my persona is pretty much stronger than a normal fantasian. It would probably take a while before the effects of the posas take effect on me. Hailec was busy preparing the darkess 'guardias' who were guarding us. He was chanting some weird words and a few people surrounded with black smoke suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

But unlike him, I had friends and love by my side, to guide me and always remind me of what was right. 'Always by your side.' I heard Victor's voice in my mind and smiled. I opened my eyes and turned my face so that I could look at my beloved. The crown on his head is complete, and he is wearing his metallic red armor, which seems to be made of lava and you can see reddish and orange glow as if it were metal being forged. My armor has a golden hue, mixed with touches of red, black, and white. We don't usually wear armor in battle, but this is special because it's made to resist magic. With Ayla's skill, I know for sure that these armors have become even more powerful.

"O-o-okay, let's go. But what about the campfire?" "Oh! that? Don't worry, Ayumi can light it up easily in the morning, you don't need to worry about it. Having a mage in the party has its perks" A mage? I don't know why but it sounds like something amazing. There seem to be many mysteries in this world, but the greatest of all remains as how are they even alive. Maybe that's why, Ayumi must be the reason. It seems like they're not going to eat me after all.

The impact cratered the ground, and when it finished, a dozen armored Lycans were launched through the air, spinning like broken dolls. When the dust finally cleared, the invaders recoiled, pure terror on their faces. Dante rose up tall, seven feet of nightmare. The horrific burns from that Blood-Core explosion were gone. In their place, thick jagged plates of pitch-black bone-armor coated his forearms, chest, and spine. But it wasnt just physical. With losing me fueling him, Dante had synchronized ancient Lycan biology with his modern Royal magic perfectly. His golden Alpha aura ignited, flowing through cracks in that black bone-armor like light finding the only way out.

a voice asked. He knew who owned it and yet couldn’t register it. Twelve lifetimes he had lived. Twice old age had found him and he had succumbed to the touch of Tarr. But ten times he’d been diseased by the hands of Rin in wars to protect the oppressed children of Ayla from other children of hers who would seek to oppress them. Never in any of those lives and rebirths had he felt the hands of such terror again.

I lowered my gaze to the ouroboros ring on my finger, then touched the iris birthmark at my collarbone. The phone rang—it was my assistant. “Boss, are you attending tomorrow’s charity gala?” “I am.” I smiled faintly. “If I’m going to be a queen, then the world should see what true elegance and cruelty look like.” I hung up, poured myself a glass of Louis XIII, and raised it toward the moon. “Here’s to hell. “And to rebirth.” I drained the glass, turned, and walked into the sea of lights.

Leaves danced into the air from the forest floor. Her hair whipped around her face, floating as if in water. Joran advanced, a smirk forming on his lips. “Step back, girl.” Lydia raised her chin defiantly. “Come and get me.” Suddenly, the forest erupted in silver brilliance. A surge of energy radiated from her being — not fire, nor wind, but an essence older, sharper, and alive. The ground cracked with thin, luminous lines, and the trees leaned away. The Hunters swayed as if caught off balance.

Jay screamed. The prototype flattened itself completely to the ground, whining in terror. And Lena— She stood alone in the clearing. Golden light rippled beneath her feet with each heartbeat. Her hair lifted in the windless air, floating like strands of flame. The Alpha Appears The shadow descending from the mountain finally took shape. A giant. No—something beyond a giant. A towering being carved from ancient armor, scarred by time, pulsing with molten gold beneath the plates like veins of light.

They serve the King of the Underworld, and they will destroy, alongside me, the worlds, when the timing is right. There was another presence in the room. Finally, my wife was arriving. With the reflective cloak. The person wearing it cannot be cursed or affected by demonic energy. I, however, have a different kind of energy. Nothing can keep my power under control, no matter how reflective the surface of the cloak might be Her Alastors were flanking her from all directions, and four of them were carrying the transparent box that contained her. This was essential to prevent my power from killing her when she approached me. Additionally, I made sure the thorny branch was latched onto her.