Living Armor Novels & Stories

Even in Overclock, the sheer mass of the eight-foot beast sent him skidding backward across the dirt, his boots digging deep trenches into the floor. "They adapt to blunt force!" Eliana’s voice shrieked over Baraka's earpiece, broadcasting from her hidden command post in the medical tier. "Their genetic structure is highly malleable! Baraka, you cannot punch through that armor!" [TIME ELAPSED: 2 MINUTES, 10 SECONDS] The pain began.

But, what followed left every single Wolf Pack player watching in complete despair. Inside the vehicle, Jake remained perfectly composed, not so much as an eyelid flickering. [Warning: armor durability decreased by 0.1%...] [Warning: left-side armor durability decreased by 0.2%...] The system's notification chimed calmly, unbothered. "Activate Self-Repair." Jake gave the order flatly. The next moment, something remarkable happened. The motorhome's jet-black armor plating seemed to transform into some kind of living, liquid metal.

"Avery, your eyes light the way. Literally. That triple flash. It's spreading hope already." Jax fell in beside me. "Hope with teeth. Lila's gonna regret every move. Avery, you sense the shield expanding? Like a second skin on the whole land." "I do," I replied, stepping into the hall where fighters waited. "It's alive because of us four. Ezra, confirm the war start?" Ezra's voice carried calm command. "Confirmed. All teams report ready. Avery, the resurrection kiss woke more than you. It woke the continent." Fighters cheered as we passed, voices overlapping. "Avery's back!" "Those eyes. The Kings united!" "Final war!"

It looked like a Spore-Cloud. ​"It’s not digital, Aara," Thomas’s voice came through the Ravello vault, his tone hushed with a new kind of reverence. "The Guest at L1 just released a secondary vessel. It’s a Living-Shell a massive, translucent membrane filled with a bioluminescent fluid. It’s not a record of a dead world; it’s a Nursery."

"Was he referring to Sophia's uncle, Mr John? And what was so special about this necklace to worth twenty million dollars?" So, he dragged his senses throughout the auction room to check if his werewolf instinct was mistaken about the Mr Lambert being announced. Sadly, his werewolf instinct was proven wrong when he confirmed it was not just John's scent that he sniffed but Eric's as well. Then, he dropped his gaze to his wrist where the barcode of his lifeline was marked on. Nicholas knew that if his lifeline dropped to zero, he will certainly die. On the other hand, Nicholas could not help but ask himself if he will die as well when his lifeline remained in its digits after he pulled the bu

ALL. And there, behind the door with drapes drawn to prevent the incurs of the sun during the day- Just like a vamp will do, a small, portable plasma TV hung to the thinned walls, a stein with red, small cheap wine filled the air and a few inches from the cold dark walls, the soft thud of her heart reminded her that she was living as she lay on her single bed, curled up from the world outside and only peeking to know what was going out there through her TV. Life hadn't been always bad, in fact, it looked like it'd stored up the bad moments like filling up a trash bag only to let all the scum out at once.

I clapped my hands. The lights in the banquet hall dimmed instantly. A single spotlight snapped on, aimed at the center of the stage. The curtain slowly rose. There stood three massive transparent glass tanks. In the first tank was Sonny. His limbs were completely shattered, his body writhing weakly in nutrient fluid. In the second tank was Carmela, her mouth sewn shut. Vincent was in the third tank, both hands gone. Some guests covered their mouths and began to retch.

black, silent warships that the Council used only when they wanted to erase a city from the map. Lyra stood in the center of the clearing, her silver armor gleaming with a light that felt more solid than before. She had spent the night explaining the "Deep Sovereign" project to the pack. They knew now that this wasn't just about one woman or one baby. It was about the freedom of every wolf to live their own life.

Dakaath asked, stunned into almost silence. “Oh, you have heard of me.” Ailive smiled brightly as she leaned on a tree. Her tight leather pants hugged the line of her body. The top was leather as well and molded to her body. A bow and arrow crossed her body, along with a quiver. She had a sword strapped to her hip. The boots were up to her calves. With knife hilts sticking out of them. “Yes, I have heard of you and your crazy ass mother,” Dakaath told her and didn’t see the knife coming until it whizzed past his face, just missing him.

Scenes from the past flashed before my eyes. I managed the pack for him, took care of his mother for him, gave up the chance to inherit my family's legacy for him, and worked hard to become a worthy Luna. All my effort was ultimately nothing compared to a drop of Serafina's tears. I suddenly lost all hope of living and let my body sink. "Mom! Mom!" Suddenly, Lily's heartbreaking cry dispelled all my despair and awakened my will to live. I could not die. If I did, what would become of Lily?