Living Armor Novels & Stories

Its spires jutted from the cliffs like knives, and beneath them, the terrain bent unnaturally—shadows stretched wrong, stars blinked too slow. The guards were no longer living things. I saw one up close, crouched behind a shattered fountain. It wore armor, but its flesh was waxen, stitched. Not risen dead. Constructed. They were definitely not gods. They were creatures that Veyrith tailored just to be his defense. "Do you know how to kill them?" Lira whispered. "Yes," I said. "I believe so." We waited for the first to pass. I pulled my blade free—silver-edged. One clean stroke across the neck, and it dropped like a puppet cut from its strings.

Stripped of their dignity and souls, they lived only to survive. Back then, one day, after defeating an opponent and drenched in blood, a young man suddenly appeared before Mia.

It was a fragment of Jarek’s shoulder armor. It wasn't just torn. It was scorched, glowing with a soft, eerie, bioluminescent nectar—the hallmark chemical signature of Vanguard’s specialized Rebirth Chambers. Jarek hadn't escaped. He had been intercepted, and my daughter was 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

Without a single heartbeat wasted on hesitation, I spring to my feet, my muscles locking into pure, instinctive survival mode as I pull Aichonne back from the corrosive pool, hauling her clear of the toxic edge while my elite vanguards snap into formation, forming a protective defensive circle around us. The heavy, rhythmic sound of marching boots and clanking armor that had echoed through the outer ruins a moment ago was instantly swallowed by the roar of the erupting earth. The vanguards locked their massive steel shields together, creating an impenetrable wall against the blistering heat and the sickening, unnatural sludge bubbling up from the ancient depths.

Earth had been transformed into an interstellar fortress armed to the teeth. On the top floor of Sterling Tower, Katherine secured a chest plate shimmering with dark gold and ice-blue light onto Jack’s torso. This was the "Valkyrie-Apex" combat armor. It was the flawless fusion of Earth’s highest tech, the Old Ones' divine runes, and the Remnant Fleet’s anti-entropy alloys, custom-tailored for the Planet's Alpha.

He sighed in relief and hugged me once I reached him. "We have less than ten minutes." I nod and look at all the warriors surrounding the barriers. Armor sat on all the wolves, the inside made of soft silk but the outside made of silver. Eli started to carefully put some armor on me, my legs wobbled at the weight. Victoria gave me some of her strength so I could actually stand up straight. Eli shifted next to me I couldn't help but smile at my new height. Someone put the armor on him, his legs being able to take it with ease.

It can also resist a lot of heavy fire from any opposition. When it is activates, it would surround the user with a faint blue energy shield. The exotic armor is not like the normal conventional armor, as it is more energy-powered gear. When it is paired with a camouflage device, the blue glow is hidden from sight. The low-grade armor he chosen can withstand any firepower from the 21st century weaponry for hours or days. It can also withstand firepower from weapons of this century. The armor is like a second life to the knights.

Liviana slammed into the concrete floor with a sickening crunch of bone. For a normal creature, the fight would be over. Her spine was shattered. But as Lachlan stepped forward to crush her throat beneath his boot, Liviana simply laughed. The sound was bright and completely undisturbed. Before his boot could connect, her spine snapped back into alignment with a series of disgustingly wet, popping sounds. She rolled backward, springing to her feet as the damage erased itself in the span of a single heartbeat. "Is that all the Alpha of the city can muster?" she mocked, a predatory smile stretching across her face.

a new voice said—a calm, melodic voice that seemed to come from the very air around them. The "Curator's Assistant" Maya appeared from the shadows of a rooftop helipad. She wasn't an intern or a starlight-ghost anymore. She wore a suit of "Biological Armor" made of the same gold-veined marble as the keep’s foundations. In her hand, she held a "Narrative Anchor"—a spear made of the "First Alpha’s" bone.