Living Armor Novels & Stories

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!’?”

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

--- ### 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**!"

But for Livia and Elias, these were mere illusions—glittering distractions with high price tags, utterly unrelated to their true objective. Livia sat near the back, her figure cloaked in shadows beneath a hood. Her eyes, however, never strayed from the auction stage. Her garments had been specially tailored—unremarkable to the eye, but suited for swift movement. A short dagger and pistol were concealed at her waist. These were habits from her previous life as Alia—skills honed over countless infiltrations into noble estates, ancient ruins, and clandestine markets in another world. She knew the rhythm of these events intimately—and she knew, danger always lurked in the corners that seemed saf

Kael said, trying to grasp the logic. "No," Alistair corrected. "Your body is containing it. The hardening skin—the 'scales' as those mindless zealots call them—is actually calcified, keratinized bone-matter. Your system is producing a dense, biological armor to seal the necrotic energy away from your vital organs. It’s building a tomb inside your own flesh." Kael stared at his grey, rigid fingers. He tried to bend his middle finger, but the joint resisted, sending a sharp wave of agony up his wrist. "A tomb..."

The sun was up and shining bright and Lee was walking by the door of the cell impatiently. “Why are you so restless?”, I asked. I got an angry look as the answer. I shrugged my shoulder and sat down quietly in the corner. He was the one tiring himself for no reason, why should I be bothered? “Can I ask you something?”, I asked. He looked irritated but he nodded nonetheless. “Does Lee actually exist in this era or is it the additional character to fit you in?”, I asked. “He did exist but he died early in the past. I just manipulated the lifespan to fit in. But once we get what we want they will forget this and there will be no mention of Lee in any manuscripts or history books of later centur

Over in Lila's live-stream, the viewership was also reaching new heights. After all, they were both promoting the Kade Corporation brand clothing. People were genuinely curious because the Kade clothing brand had never appeared in any live-stream before. There were indeed a lot of curious viewers. Everyone was tuning in specifically for the Kade Corporation Clothing brand. The number of orders in Layla's live-stream was steadily increasing, which was a good thing. However, it wasn't just Layla's stream; Lila's stream had even more orders. They were using discounts, offering deals like "buy a certain number of items and get a discount," to attract more people.

A single line of code. Still running. Uncorrupted. A whisper. “One life to plant, another to bloom.” Her eyes opened. The war was far from over.

"It said that some deep-sea beings enter a state called 'Shedding-Stasis' when they're under extreme stress." What? My soul trembled violently. This vicious woman was still spinning lies! "'Shedding-Stasis'?" Dominic repeated the words, clinging to them like a drowning man to a raft. "You mean..." "It's a defensive state," Harper went on, making it up as she spoke. "They go into a death-like coma to fool predators while their bodies regenerate. It's a form of advanced self-preservation." "How long?" Dominic demanded. "How long does this state last?"

“What if it gets dirty? I’ll need a change of clothing to wear and—” “They can be washed and worn repeatedly,” Bjorn countered, a little peeved at having to explain such an obvious reason. Just how exactly was she raised? “Besides, if you wear any of your fine clothing, it’ll be in serious disrepair by the time we return. The forest isn’t a comfortable place…” He wanted to add ‘for the likes of you’ but he made sure to stop there, not wanting to say anymore unnecessary words lest Mel felt insulted.