Living Armor Novels & Stories

It was large and heavy, and made entirely out of stone, just like the armor was. This was Deus Armis – the Armor of the Gods. It was a powerful King Lease that allowed one to be clad in the forces of chaos. It was one of the ultimate sources of protection. This Lease manipulated the area around to produce a set of protective gear and an offensive weapon of your choosing. Today, Mane chose a sword. Maybe tomorrow he will choose a hammer. The platform here was the raw material manipulated by the Lease in this scenario. And even more amazing was that the Lease maintained the armor’s connection to the platform, which meant that even if it was breached it would be repaired, just like the platform

"Hindi sila robots, Liam. Sila ay mga Bio-Mechanical Guardians na nilikha ng mga Keepers para sa huling digmaan." ​Sa gitna ng silid, may isang dambuhalang armor na nakatayo—ang Alpha-Centurion Armor. Ito ang orihinal na prototype kung saan kinuha ni Vane ang disenyo para sa Wolf armor ni Xander, ngunit ang bersyong ito ay mas makapangyarihan dahil ito ay pinapatakbo ng Soul-Link. ​ANG HULING HAKBANG NI VANE

The Skarn staggered, but the black glass armor held. I stood at the edge of the tree line, my surgical mind tearing the creature's anatomy apart. The beast had no eyes and no visible respiratory vents. It was not breathing oxygen. It was drawing the Elder resonance directly from the soil through the microscopic pores in its chitin. It was a closed biological circuit. "Killian!" I shouted over the chaos, broadcasting my voice through the mate bond. "Blunt force is not going to breach the carapace. The armor is a kinetic sink. It absorbs the impact to protect a highly pressurized internal core."

" Lyra snapped, the shadows in the room spiking like obsidian shards. "Is it?" Elara walked to a nearby terminal. With a sequence of hand gestures that shouldn't have been possible for someone so recently dormant, she bypassed Aero’s firewalls. "Look at the survivors, Lyra. Look at the 'New-Flesh'." On the screen, a microscopic view of a survivor's blood appeared. The cells were beautiful—shimmering with gold and violet light. But they weren't dividing. They were replicating.

This was the massage technique I learned in my last life to help Vesper relax whenever he returned from work every night. It had been tested, so it was trusted. In no time, I could feel Leander relaxing, and a smile involuntarily crossed my face. The skills I learned in my last life were quite numerous, so ever since I woke up again, I'd been feeling like it was a waste as I wouldn't be able to use them anymore. However, it seemed that wasn't the case. Leander was helping me so much. It wouldn't be too much of help him out at times. To relieve him of his stress and to also prolong his life...

None of them wore armor, and none of them looked like warriors. But as Laila walked past them, she felt the hum. It was the same vibration she felt in Elias, but softer, more diffuse. These weren't fully awakened Silverbacks; they were the descendants of the survivors, their power suppressed and hidden under layers of human life and pack anonymity.

He lay perfectly still on the jagged edge of a crumbling skyscraper, his virtual breathing slow and measured, completely out of sync with his racing heart in the real world. Down in the burning plaza below, Leo was roaring. The giant Tank had planted his boots into the shattered digital concrete, using his massive, matte-black Juggernaut power armor to draw the seraphim's aggro. He raised his heavy energy shield, soaking up a continuous, concentrated beam of solar fire that would have instantly vaporized any other player on the server. Leo’s armor sparked and shrieked, his health bar plummeting to the low single digits, flashing a frantic, warning red.

I look at the different image that# the mirror shows me, Abrina taught me how to produce the natural armor that covers my body with magic, a steel that covers me from head to toe, not allowing access to my body. “You look beautiful, Alissa. And it will certainly protect us during our fight" I relax and the armor crumbles "We can do incredible things, this is one of them" Abrina's armor covers her body and in her hand the steel reproduces several pointed spears "We can win" she says with a conviction that reaches my heart that I was practically accepting that in the end I would have to do something for the people of Akira to live in peace. “We can,” I say and smile.

Cord noted, his golden eyes shining with absolute pride. "I couldn't find anything heavy enough down there to dent it," I replied, my ruined hands twitching slightly inside the gauntlets as the adrenaline began to fade. Elara stepped forward. She didn't have her iron staff drawn. She walked up to me, looking at the seamless, impossible geometry of the armor, and then up at my exhausted face. "The Hive-Mind?" she asked softly. "It's alive," I said, looking out past the cliffs toward the dark horizon of the ocean. "But it's terrified. It knows we aren't just hiding behind walls anymore. It knows we can walk in the dark."

I clapped my hands. The lights in the banquet hall dimmed instantly. A single spotlight snapped on, aimed at the center of the stage. The curtain slowly rose. There stood three massive transparent glass tanks. In the first tank was Sonny. His limbs were completely shattered, his body writhing weakly in nutrient fluid. In the second tank was Carmela, her mouth sewn shut. Vincent was in the third tank, both hands gone. Some guests covered their mouths and began to retch.