Living Armor Novels & Stories

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.

Even Black, heart pounding in his furred chest, feels the urge to bow—respect and fear tangled tight. The air thickens with the weight of her words, the divine authority in her voice pressing down upon the circle. The wolves, still in their transformed state, drop their gazes, feeling the sorrow ripple from Thalia—her hope faltering beneath the truth laid bare. Amara lies still at the center, the golden lattice of magic humming above her skin, so close to freedom but denied by forces beyond mortal and immortal reach.

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“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.”

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.

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?