Living Armor Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 "Ohhh! Gosh! What an amazing moves! They are just falling like UFO' she whispered to herself. She could no longer move from her position due to nervousness. She was washing her face outside the gate of Andrea mansion seven o'clock in the morning. There was a faucet near to Mother Mary's garden. She plans to go to Mama Mary's Grotto and clean up its surroundings. There she saw a helicopter flying around. The height of the helicopter's flight was almost above the tallest coconut tree. Suddenly there were scout rangers jumping from up above. They just circled moving down in the air and stood up on the ground like they're standing holding in the positions of their high powered gun. Ja

Player 7. She didn't know whether to thank god that her life was spared or to get even more frightened about what she is about to face right now. If she is to choose, she'd rather die from the guy's bullet than to get tortured by this player. Player 7 walked towards Eleonna. She removed her black coat as she wiped her hands on it. She's now wearing a turtle neck shirt. Now that she removed her cover, Eleonna got a better look at her. She had a dark red permed hair, she also had a sharp eyes that made her look like a fox. To Eleonna's surprise, she smiled at her.

Tordor followed reluctantly while the guards stood back nervously. They began to sweat as they neared the cave entrance. Benedict stopped at the mouth of the cave. He looked at the floor. It was fine and he proceeded to enter the cave slowly. He reached the first bend from where the glow of the Alymcyte had been visible before. There was a glow but it was no longer blue. It was orange. Benedict looked around the main chamber astounded. Where there had previously been walls of glowing blue Alymcyte, there was now only black rock lit by an intense orange glow from below.

I yank and pull, attempting to keep lashing at him, while avoiding his razor-sharp weapons as we roll around in the dirt and collect debris and gravel as we maneuver into wrestle hold rather than blows. I’m faster this way and he gets angry as hell as I block the blows, hold off the attempts to bite and maim, and seem to successfully hold my own for as long as I can. It would be easier as a wolf, so much easier, but I’m aware the whole time of the two life forces I’m protecting in my body and I’m careful with every duck, hit and lurch to keep that part of me shielded, beneath the metal panel and free from impact. Thanking god the armor saves me from bumps and scrapes more than I thought it w

His silver-gold eyes took in the endless plains of jagged blue ice, his jaw set in a rigid line of uncompromising authority. Queen Lyra rode beside him. She was clad in reinforced white leather armor trimmed with thick arctic fox fur, her Sun-Marked crest glowing fiercely against her collarbone. Her solar core, normally a warm and gentle hearth, was burning with a heightened, defensive intensity, reacting to the unnatural suppression of the Frostfell environment.

Avant is in her late twenties, a woman who came from a prominent family in North London. I can sense that this body is not happy to live her life. Maybe that’s the reason why I woke up to take over her identity for God knows how long! I exclaimed out of frustration. I just came from a war last night I was a soldier the other day who fought in a battle against Russia. The body that I have taken care of was owned by a cowardly soldier he has been in love with the other guy who’s also a coward like him and he even used women to cover up his real self what a pathetic mortal.

The hospital room was no longer a sanctuary of white linens and sterile silence; it had become the Zero-Point of a biological invasion. As the "Real" Elara sat upright, her spine popping with the rhythmic crackle of a reconfiguring skeleton, the golden light in her eyes spilled out like liquid mercury. She wasn't just a girl waking from a coma; she was a Living Server, a biological vessel hosting the condensed essence of the Primal Six.

The air in the Obsidian chamber was so heavy that every breath burned. The Beings that rose from the ruins of the incubator had nothing human more per se. The body of the young man was under the massive, black Titanium armour, the muscle strands glowed from the inside with the carmesin red light of forbidden blood. When the Alpha queen turned her head, cracked the cervical vertebrae with a loud, unnatural sound. “Knelt,” she said. It was not a boar, but a deep, vibrating crawl that

energy being siphoned to keep the High Council’s cities glowing in the West. "Eryx," I whispered, reaching for my mate, but my hand passed through his shoulder as if he were a hologram. He was being De-Rezzed. The Blood-Alpha’s obsidian-iron armor was being "Un-Installed" by the room’s frequency, the violet-black stardust turning back into the raw, un-formed binary of a "Combat-Variable." His crimson eyes were flickering, flashing between the man I loved and a string of Sovereign Code.

Alistair goes absolutely still beside me and I feel his shock through our bond, feel it mixing with confusion and something that might be guilt. “You’re alive,” he says, and it’s not quite a question. “Disappointed?” Elara’s smile is bitter. “I know I’m not the soft little Luna you married anymore. Two years of surviving on your own while everyone thinks you’re dead tends to change a person.” She’s dressed for battle, leather armor that’s seen actual use, weapons strapped to her body with the casual ease of someone who knows how to use them. Behind her, warriors start filing in, at least fifty of them, all armed and watching us with the kind of wariness that says they’re prepared for violenc