Living Armor Novels & Stories

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

Neither Mom nor Dad spared me a backward glance. From that day onward, I learned to stand on my own two feet. I had to take care of myself. I was only six years old when I faced the loneliness, the danger, and the helplessness of life on my own. I forced myself to be strong and resilient. I forced myself to be independent. I made sure to build a tough armor around myself to protect myself from harm. My armor was close to perfect during my childhood and teenage years. However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor.

But it looks like Lady Luck has not visited me tonight. I toppled over my feet and before I knew it, I was already falling face-first to the floor, and in an attempt to save myself, I clung on to the nearest support I could grab, Eros’ arm. He was so stunned by the situation that he too, lost his balance, and the next thing I knew; he was on top of me. My thin oversized shirt not really providing any barrier between our skins.

The gravity of the situation was clear; our freedom and lives hung in the balance. Inside Alpha Richard's once opulent living room, now tainted by the imminent clash, I felt the surge of my wolf's power coursing through my veins. Emily's proximity served as a potent reminder of our unbreakable connection, our destinies intertwined as we confronted this despicable adversary intent on claiming what he had no right to.

The smoke was making it hard to see anything, they were glad that their armor covered their mouth and nose protecting them from the smoke. They kinda thought that the armor wouldn't allow them to breathe, but some how their suit actually filtered in clean air. They didn't know how, and they didn't question anything anymore. “Mina, we are going to help Lynn and grandma Mylan, you go find Trixie and get her outta here.” Ji'lahni said turning to look at her cousin. “I feel like you giving me this job because I'm pregnant. But I will do it, because I remember the last time I fought that thing that is inside that zombie bitch and it wasn't fun at all.” Mina said shrugging. They went into the smok

His warriors similarly followed suit, being a huge advantage in our fight. Adrenaline pulsed through my body as I similarly tried to mimic the style of their fighting, trying to take down as many enemies as I could, even as my whole body felt as if it were charred from so much burning, even as sharp claws got good swipes into my body, spraying my blood into the crowd, even as my whole being wanted to shut down from all the injuries I'd sustained.

Large trees are curtaining their way and the sky is barely visible. Lavi raises his hand and concentrates hard. Instantly, a ball of fire appears, floating on his palm. “Does it hurt?” Anna asks him. “No, it won’t hurt me,” Lavi says. His skin is intact but the heat from the fire is different from a normal flame. Anna, who is standing a few feet away, can feel the heat even from a distance. “Do not stray too close,” Lavi warns. “This is Blaz Flame. This kind of fire can burn a person even if they are in armor.”

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

The environment seemed thick and full of authority. Fear gripped the lecturer, but still he stood waiting until he saw the silent motor bike through the gate. The driver was putting on an Army uniform with a rank of a Captain on his shoulder. In silence, the two rode for three minutes until the second gate automatically opened. He disembarked and then a non-uniformed guard escorted him to the exact room. The place looked very posh and expensive even the humidity changed. Nonetheless, Zitani Zulu encouraged himself to continue walking behind the guard. Two minutes, later the guard halted and spoke whisperingly in his walkie-talkie.