Living Armor Novels & Stories

The entire camp was dying around us. I stood firmly in the center of the chaos, our daughter clutched tightly against my chest. The Lunaris echo blazed inside both of us now, hot and fierce, flooding my body with strength I should not have possessed after everything I had endured. My legs no longer trembled. My voice carried clear and commanding despite the exhaustion pulling at my bones. Elara fought at my right side, moonstone raised high as she sent burst after burst of silver light to push back the nearest threats. A handful of loyal guards formed a tight, desperate ring around us, spears and blades trembling but still raised. Lira stood at the torn entrance like a storm of steel, her tw

He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor. Lyra’s armor was a masterpiece, a combination of sleek silver and deep blue. The breastplate was etched with subtle wolf motifs, a nod to her Lycan heritage, and accented with shimmering gemstones that glowed faintly with protective enchantments. The design allowed for flexibility, ensuring that she could move with the grace and speed her wolf demanded.

There was no response from Leo. “Leo, I said secure the kid,” he repeated. “We can take care of this.” Alpha Lachlan is pertaining to the little kid who has finally shown himself. Like the kid they saved, he's only wearing a little piece of cloth around his waist. But he is totally dark. His frame is like a skeleton covered only in skin—almost no muscles.

She matched George's every move, countering his strikes with precision and grace. Lilian, on the other hand, wielded the ancient powers bestowed upon her as the Keeper of Terrasia. With her command over the elements, she conjured gusts of wind, crackling bolts of lightning, and tendrils of earth, creating a formidable barrier against George's relentless assault. The clash between fangs echoed through the forest, punctuated by the snarls and roars of the combatants. The ground trembled beneath their feet as the battle escalated, each strike carrying the weight of their conflicting destinies.

Rex walked up to Luna and looked down at her. "I waited this long, waiting for your lily-of-the-valley to tell me where to put my Wildfire. Hottest position. Fiercest impact. That's my position." Luna pressed her hand over the freshly sealed laceration on his sword-hand. This scar he had worn for so many years, splitting open and healing again and again, finally forming a layer of armor—thick and resilient. "The outermost layer absorbs the first wave of impact. When the hottest impact hits you, my lily-of-the-valley will distribute it to everyone."

Or what was left of it after all of those her parents spent chipping away at it. Liviana knew this was going to be hard. She knew that, and she had done everything she could to prepare herself. Livi had put on her armour to protect herself from the flames. She has taken the pictures of the beautiful scenery, images filled with the bright sky and green grass decorated with flowers and plants that she would spend her days admiring from the cell she was destined to be locked in for the rest of her miserable life. Liviana has taken the past weeks to gather all her courage, all of her hope and kindness, and she had packed it away deep within her heart, hidden in a box that she would open as littl

He asked sarcastically, "But what does that have to do with me? Also, you said something about Wearson Valley and Light Armor. What do these things have to do with me?" The Black Bishop seemed shocked and responded, "You knew about Light Valley, and you have the Light Gloves. The Light Armor has finally appeared. Shouldn't you be happy about that? The Light Armor is from the middle dimension, after all. It's an armor created by the power of the universe's law from the middle dimension. It's almost impervious to all damage from the lower dimension. If you have the Light Armor, that's akin to gaining invincibility. No one can defeat you."

And the chamber trembled. Not violently but powerfully. The armor’s outer plates shifted. Aligning, adjusting and completing. Lucien whispered one word. “Activation.” Zenith gasped softly. “It’s choosing.” The white light pulsed once more. Then dimmed to a steady, waiting glow. And in that quiet, I understood something with absolute clarity. The war that is coming, was expected. Long before us. And this....This is not just armor. It is inheritance.

Weapon grids online. The parameters are set. The only thing the automated defense system needs to jump-start its dead pre-Pulse circuits is a high-frequency, direct biological catalyst—the pure, radioactive blood of the First Hearth. I look down at my trapped left hand, the iron-and-silver cuffs burning into my skin. There is no key, and there is no time.

“So, how do I look?” Lilac puffed out her chest, which was covered in the same tac gear as the rest of Lyra’s warriors. A black, bulletproof vest overlapped several layers of fire-proof clothing, fitted with numerous pockets that each held various types of weapons. We stood in a clearing just a few miles from town, surrounded by nearly three hundred other soldiers. Considering my mate was shorter than all of them, I couldn’t help but respond accordingly. “You look adorable.”