Living Armor Novels & Stories

The valley of Aethel-Luna was no longer a destination; it had become a launchpad. The "Living Earth," having experienced the stars through the Lumina-Guard and shaped its own identity with Lyra, had begun a massive, planet-wide effort. Across the continents, the ground didn't just tremble; it transformed.

Eva wiped her palms on her scrub top as she stepped into Room 5 to do her duty but this time reluctantly. Here, he was just pale skin against white sheets, a wrist tethered to an IV line, his lips cracked, the arrogance muted but not gone. “Still alive,” he murmured, eyes half-open. “That’s promising.” Eva’s tone stayed professional. “Your vitals are stable. Your doctor will be here any moment.”

After going through the subsequent days of torment, Peter was rendered to just a bag of bones who looked sickly. I, on the contrary, regained my health gradually. A healthy complexion returned to my face too. I chose a gravesite for my unborn child. I buried the child's checkup reports, ultrasound imaging, and clothes in the ground. While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?"

The weight of immense guilt descended upon me, threatening to crush my resolve. I momentarily lost sight of my purpose as the burden of guilt overwhelmed me, allowing the Armato pack to seize the opportunity and unleash a brutal assault. Blow after blow rained down upon me, each one landing with crushing force. It felt as though all hope was slipping away. And then, amidst the chaos, a piercing scream pierced through the air. Though I couldn't immediately identify the source, an instinctive knowing gripped me—it was Elena. She was alive.

Chapter Forty Four (Bradley POV) I hear the howls and approach after helping some of the wounded to see Wilder clutching Livie to his chest. The howls are mournful and the sight makes it hard to thank clearly. “Hey….hey boy wonder. She just needs rest, she will be fine. It looks worse than it is, just have someone get her a doctor.” “What happened?” I turn to see Alpha Christian on his knees staring at Livie with grief etched on his face. He reaches out towards her and a growl escapes Wilder’s lips as he gets up Livie still clutched in his arms. Alpha Christians arms falling to his side.

With a series of sharp, mechanical clicks, the reinforced chest plates split apart, and I gently lifted the heavy armor off her shoulders, setting the gear onto the dark timber staging bench. Elara turned around in my arms, a slow, beautifully dangerous smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as her blue eyes caught the dim twilight. The intense, blinding ring of violet around her pupils had fully receded, but the absolute, unyielding confidence burning behind her ribs remained entirely permanent.

Alive. “…I lose my only way back.”

"She’s in the rain that heals the soil. She’s in the fruit that keeps us full. She’s the one who held the door open when we were too proud to walk through it. She joined the 'Amber Shell' so that we would never have to be alone in the dark again." Far away, in the deep silence of the A****n Vault, Avery’s consciousness flickered. She felt Elias’s words. She felt Elara’s curiosity. She felt the pulse of a billion hearts beating in a perfect, horizontal symmetry. The Ledger was no longer a book of debt; it was a song of existence. There were no more banks. There were no more wars. There were only the "Gardeners" and the "Garden." The human race had finally graduated from being a predator of it

“‍That place isn‍’t‍ sa‍fe.⁠” “I know,” I re‌plied quie‌t⁠ly. “That’s why I have to be smart.” The argume‍nt ended without resolution and the tr‌ansform‌ati⁠on began t‍he⁠ nex‍t morning. Hair fell to the floor, clothes were alte⁠red and shoe‌s replaced. My‍ mother taught me how to walk, how to l⁠ook, how to disappear. ⁠“Eli⁠ isn’t fake,” she whispere‍d, adj‍usting m⁠y coll‌ar. “He’s a⁠rm‌or.”

Raf stated and again looked me in the eyes. “No problem! I’d love to help,” I said and went further into the shop. “Have you found anything for me?” Linc asked. “Yes! Look! A beautiful gym outfit! That’s exactly what Agatha will love!” I stated and showed him it. “Awesome!” he commented and we went to the cashier to pay for everything. “What do you think I should buy?” Raf asked when we left the shop. “What about a pendant which can be opened. There we can put a photo where you are with grandma and write a sign: ‘I love you, the best grandma in the world!’?”