Living Armor Novels & Stories

"What do you mean by that? Listen here, Marc said he'll marry me as soon as you die!" "I don't care whether he marries you or not. Tell me, who sent you?" Mirabelle blinked. Then, she hurriedly covered her mouth. "I'd rather die than tell you!" Very well. If she wouldn't talk, I had plenty of ways to get her to talk. I went back to caring for my skin, hitting the gym, and living the way I used to. The difference was that I stopped aging and gradually returned to my former appearance. Meanwhile, when Mirabelle was livestreaming, dark blotches suddenly appeared on her face. Right in front of the camera, crow's feet and smile lines etched themselves across her skin.

--- The creatures are not alive. Skeletons clad in sand-armor, their ribcages cradling pulsing violet fungi. They move in silence, scimitars of bone gleaming under the twin suns. Eden's crows dive, but the sand-armor dissolves them, acidic grains eating through feathers and flesh. "Run!" I snarl, but the city answers.

Lars didn't feel like receiving another 'sorry' either way, so he didn't press on. In the lower area of Librarium, a spherical mechanism was erected on the center. It was a complex magitech structure riddled of revolving gears, and its inside was glowing in same lilac color as the force field that shrouded Librarium. It was guarded by several members of Alliance that greeted Lars and Rachelia as they passed them by.

The little infant moved and suddenly opened her eyes but they didn't have their normal color this time, they were sky blue. “I guess she's happy." Cecilia chuckled as she carried the baby in her arms. “Queen Margery a witch and king Arthur a hybrid. We must keep her identity a secret if we want to protect her from Sheila.” Cecilia said this with a warning gaze and Elsa nodded immediately. “Which means you can never leave this forest... alive.” She added, and Elsa's eyes widened in shock but before she could do anything, three white wolves pounced on her, biting every part of her body while she screamed in agony.

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

Slowly I sat up feeling like a complete different person it was then that I noticed I'd been laying on top of a stone coffin. He put on top of someone grave? Strength moved through me, settling into my muscles and my bones. Lifting my hands, I notice no changes in them save for the fact that my skin has taken on a dewy sort of glow that's and my arms were exposed. Glancing down I was surprised to find that I was not wearing the white dress I was executed in.

My life is scarier than him so, I wouldn't be scared. "Stay alive." I let out a bitter smile. "I'm alive." He grunted and massaged his temples. I look like a kid being scolded by her father. Well, he looks like one to me. Rebel is my only boy best friend. He's my pain absorber and adviser. Rebel and Ave are my only friends. I don't need another one. I'm already contended to have them as my friend. "You really need someone who'll tell you what living and being alive is."

He had thought of naming them earlier; he would call them the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies with Metallic Armor. 'Since they're zombies with metallic armor, they should receive better armor.' Lucas activated the Points Mall in his mind and started to search for something. Ripple Metallic Armour: Capable of increasing one’s defense by 10 percent. Price: 10000 points. Lucas bought 18 Ripple Metallic Armors without a second thought. Subsequently, with the Fusion Grid in his mind, he equipped the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies with Ripple Metallic Armor. All of a sudden, the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies became genuine 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies with Metallic Armour.

He commented, “How despicable of you.” He was clad in a familiar armor. It was the Cooter Armor. Tyr had been seriously injured before the missile’s carpet bombing. When the missile was launched at him, he instinctively used his vitality energy to resist the attack. Given the circumstances, even if Tyr had the vitality energy to protect his body, it would not be enough to save his life. Fortunately, he had been wearing the Cooter Armor the entire time. It helped him block the majority of the explosive bomb’s power and allowed him to survive the bombardment.

It was large and heavy, and made entirely out of stone, just like the armor was. This was Deus Armis – the Armor of the Gods. It was a powerful King Lease that allowed one to be clad in the forces of chaos. It was one of the ultimate sources of protection. This Lease manipulated the area around to produce a set of protective gear and an offensive weapon of your choosing. Today, Mane chose a sword. Maybe tomorrow he will choose a hammer. The platform here was the raw material manipulated by the Lease in this scenario. And even more amazing was that the Lease maintained the armor’s connection to the platform, which meant that even if it was breached it would be repaired, just like the platform