The Armor Of Light Novels & Stories

Not after everything we had fought for. The shadow loomed closer, its tendrils reaching for us, but then, something unexpected happened. The ground beneath our feet cracked open, and a bright light flooded the room, blinding me for a moment. “What is that?” Marcus shouted, his voice filled with awe. I squinted against the light, trying to see through the blinding glow. And then I saw it. A figure appeared in the light, standing tall and strong. The figure was dressed in dark armor, but there was something different about them. They were a warrior, powerful and fierce.

I can be a handful, but only because I can take care of myself and don’t need babysitters. I do feel bad for them though, hence why I like to give them breaks – which they refuse to take. Not only are these two stuck standing guard in front of whatever room I’m in, but they have to do it covered head to toe in armour. Looks amazing, but I wouldn’t want to wear it. The armour is made from graphene, it’s flexible and elastic while being strong and lightweight. The beauty of this particular armour is that it’s been imbued with makkari magic. The armour is sentient, to a degree. It can sense the species of the attacking enemy and alter itself accordingly. So, if say a sirna was attacking them, t

After the armor was crafted, it was sent to the fae to enchant it with high magick. They placed enchantments of increased stamina, endurance, healing, quickness, and strength upon it. They were each given to members of supernatural royalty; vampires, werewolves, warlocks, fae, angels, and so on, received the armor. Mine is attuned to my electrical energy. It is a deep dark black with veins of crimson-colored living blood flowing through it. It is light armor and fits me like a glove. The matching sword is called the Deathslayer, as its power is that which can even defy death, himself.

All of them. Every single one. And yet they were marching toward Blackthorn. The silver lights reached the edge of the forest. For the first time, I could see the figures carrying them. My breath caught. Because they weren't carrying the lights. The lights were inside them. Silver energy pulsed beneath pale skin. Ancient armor covered their bodies. Armor unlike anything I'd ever seen. Not damaged. Not rusted. Untouched by time. Their faces remained expressionless. Emotionless.

Anna screamed hysterically, "Shut up! Yes, your family sponsored me! So what? Do you think you get to look down on me and throw charity in my face just because your family is rich? I swear I'm going to take your mate! I want to see you suffer!" Then, she stood up and looked at the group of rogue wolves. "She's all yours." The rogues closed in, shoving Alice's head into the pond. Just as her lungs started burning and darkness closed in, Alexander burst in and shifted into his wolf form. A deadly fight ensued. Alexander fought the rogues until he was bloodied. He sustained multiple stab wounds. Still, he shielded Alice with his body. "I'm sorry..." He pressed a hand against a gushing wound. Hi

The light had grazed the edge of her shadow, and it felt like a physical burn. "Quiet, shadow," I whispered, pulling her into my lap, trying to shield her with my own body. "They're coming," Nyx rasped, her violet eyes flashing with a dangerous, dark light. "The men with the fire-eyes. They heard the shadows scream." From the ridge above, three figures descended. They didn't run; they hovered on discs of solid light. They wore armor made of polished brass that reflected the sun, and their spears were tipped with sun-crystals.

out of the ground in seconds. ​At the top of the tower, a figure stood silhouetted against the shattered moon. He wasn't wearing a charcoal suit. He was wearing Plate Armor made of Black Glass. ​He raised a sword that was forged from the "Kill-Switch" of the supercomputer. ​"The 151st Chapter is a Rebranding, Nora," the voice of Julian Vane boomed, now layered with the deep, resonant growl of a Dark Lord. "You made the world the Author. And the world... they wanted me to be your Eternal Nemesis."

Kōjin (flaming beard trembling with pride): “It was forged for the daughter I knew would burn bright enough to outshine every warlord who ever tried to wear it. You’re not conquest, kid. You’re hearth-fire that learned how to roar.” Seras turns to us. The armor catches the dawn and throws it back a thousand times brighter. Seras (tears evaporating into tiny suns): “I look like a shogun magical girl and I’m not even mad.” Lucian drops to one knee (not forced, just overwhelmed). Lucian (soft thunder): “My sun… you were always armor. Now the world just matches the truth.” Remy whistles low. Remy: “Remind me never to piss you off again.”

The shield closed, and we were left to wait outside. An hour passed. Then two. In the third hour, the circle began to flicker with an unnatural light, a color that didn't belong in a proper healing ritual. Martha gripped my arm nervously. "That light… something's wrong." Elder Thomas's face grew grim. "She's using the wrong herbal combination. If this continues, it will—" His words were cut off by a guttural, animalistic scream. The sound was completely inhuman, filled with pain, despair, and… an unspeakable horror.

Between heaven and earth was filled with a terrible blow of light that proved its sharp, terrifying, and tearing power. "Swallowing Heaven Armor!" One Legged Ox Demon King gave a great shout and felt his cyan skin glimmer with a green light. That was precisely the armor that had been developed from the condensed demonic aura. An unbounded amount of concealed weapons and that saber light thundered on the demonic armor of the One Legged Ox Demon King. It stirred up a formation of turbulent qi and violently imploded. ...