Outward Blue Sand Armor Novels & Stories

He turned toward the iron locker shattered in the corner—the armory storage for the dungeon guards. With a brutal kick, he took the door completely off its hinges, reaching inside to pull out fresh gear. He tossed a heavy, dark combat tunic and structured leather riding trousers toward me. They weren't an Omega's rags. They were thick, reinforced garments lined with flexible steel mesh, designed for high-ranking warriors of the Bloodmoon elite.

They had back-up vehicles and personnel streaking down from Havenstone to provide extra security for my move. "Velma," she gave me her name. A quick description was in order. The three Amazons all had Bluetooth devices, shooting glasses and steel-gray long coats that had to be uncomfortable in this upper seventies evening heat. Underneath, they had on light ballistic body armor on their torsos, arms, and legs. Even their dull grey, all-terrain boots looked armored. They had a hip holstered sidearm, most likely a back-up pistol at the small of their backs and a deadly blade, or three. Their main deterrence was their H&K UMP-40 - my second favorite A****n killing device.

It howled through the iron battlements, carrying the scent of ancient glaciers, frozen ash, and a strange, metallic static that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Below us, stretching as far as the eye could see under a starless, obsidian night sky, lay the white expanse of the Frost-Bite Continent. I was wrapped in a sweeping winter mantle of midnight-blue wool lined with thick snow-fox fur. Underneath, my titanium armor hummed with a quiet, continuous heat, powered by the five-fold bond thrumming softly in my blood. The Star-Metal Crown was stowed safely in the armored command transport behind us, but the Sovereign mark on my collarbone burned through my dark tunic, casting a faint si

Cooking the sap added truss-like bonds between its molecules. A blue Slayer suit wouldn’t be complete without a pair of insulating tabi boots, gloves, and a balaclava. Finally, the suit was dyed with a pattern of blue-on-blue waves to make the wearer invisible to the deadliest natural predator in the water: the great Toyotamahime ocean lizard. ×

Azrael’s eyes widened while staring at me. “Alice! What kind of battle attire is that?! It’s too revealing!” he said, and I saw his ears beet red. Val and I chuckled. I was wearing a half armored attire showing my cleavage, my curves and half of my legs. My blue and white armor suit fits comfortably in my body and it feels nostalgic. It’s been a long time since I wore my armor. I have a blue cape that reaches my knees, and long armored white boots that cover above my knees.

"That is where Aidan moved the primary lab. It is the only building with a dedicated power grid and independent oxygen scrubbers." Sora adjusted the grip on his knife. He could see them. At least twenty tactical officers in full Corvin gear. They weren't just guards. They were wearing specialized silver-mesh armor designed to reflect Shifter attacks. He felt the frequency in his blood surge, humming against the back of his neck where Vardan had burned the tracker. The scar was tight, pulling at his skin, a constant reminder of the parasite that had lived inside him. "The armor they wear has a weakness," Vardan said, his voice a low rumble beside Sora’s ear. "The joints at the neck and the ba

The black sand beaches along the jagged coastline were lined for miles with cheering citizens and pack shifters watching their navy set sail to defend the realm. High Sovereign King Caelum Vance stood high on the raised quarterdeck of the Eclipse Leviathan, a figure of imposing, absolute power. He was fully armoured in battle-forged obsidian, the dark plates carved with shimmering silver runes that drank the bright midday light. A broad leather harness across his massive chest held twin broadswords, their pommels carved in the likeness of howling wolves. His dark shadow aura pulsed and pulsed in a low continuous beat wrapping around the quarterdeck like a cloak of warm velvet cutting his fam

"We have something for you. Something to make sure everyone knows exactly who they're dealing with." They set the cases down on the table. Silas clicked the latches and swung the lid open. My breath hitched. Resting in the foam was a suit of armor unlike anything I’d ever seen. It wasn't the dull silver of the guard or the black of the scouts. It was a deep, bruised crimson—the color of drying blood, polished to a mirror sheen. "It’s dark red," I whispered, reaching out to touch the cold metal of the breastplate.

The sand from below thickened and moved up on air, and Heian was not controlling it, but an army of Sandmasters from the eastern part of Muhler arrived as well. “Reinforcements?” Esdras looked untroubled. He released his hellfire, the red particles around thickened. Meanwhile, the king strengthened his protective shield using the Protexerium to protect all of his companions. Wallace and Enkille made a physical shield made of ice. They were not holding back now. The squad unleashed their power to the fullest to survive.

They formed an airtight armored defense formation, firmly standing at the forefront of the large troops. "Super shields? What a joke!" Alexander rushed forward to face the enemy. As he looked at those super shields emitting a metallic sheen, a hint of slight contempt flashed in the bottom of his eyes. The shields used by Mendoza's team were the most advanced equipment of the modern armed forces. The outside was a layer of alloy surface as thick as 20 centimeters, and underneath was a layer of high-strength buffer spring. The last was a layer of tight-fitting soft padding, presenting a 45-degree angle to the ground.