Living Armor Novels & Stories

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.

he muttered. Janus watched as the Mobile Armor came to life almost instantly. The energy supply linked to its back was automatically cut off. The Mobile Armor squatted down with outstretched arms. Then, it opened its chest cavity before scooping Carl in with the palm of its hands. The command room closed as Champion's eyes flickered in red. When it stood up, a bright light traveled across its metallic body; it looked as if it had been baptized by a mysterious energy. Finally, Champion opened its eyes.

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And the fact that she was a complete stranger made me appreciate her even more. Someone risked her life to save a piece of garbage like me while I was alone in the vastness of the water. That day, I couldn't decide whether to be glad that He had kept me alive or angry because I knew that once I was living, something awful would happen in my life again. But now I already know the answer. Being alive is cruel to me. I didn't deserve to have a second life.

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

Its silver blade caught the first light of dawn. "For the kingdom." His voice carried across the valley. "For our future." Thousands of weapons rose into the air. A deafening roar answered him. Behind the front lines, Aurelia tightened the straps of her leather armor. It was lighter than royal battle gear, designed for movement rather than ceremony. Silver threads woven into the dark fabric shimmered faintly, recognizing the blood that flowed through her veins. She stared toward the battlefield. Thousands of lives. Thousands of choices. Thousands who would never return home. Lucian approached quietly.

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