The Armourer Novels & Stories

The air outside was colder than it had been hours ago, but my blood burned hot. I made my way to the armory, its heavy oak doors creaking as I pushed them open. The scent of polished steel and leather greeted me, a familiar smell that always stirred a sense of purpose in my chest. I paused for a moment, letting my eyes roam over the weapons and armor lining the walls. This is it, I thought. Either I lead them to victory, or I die trying. I reached for my armor, the silver-etched breastplate that bore the crest of the Silver Moon Kingdom. As I fastened the clasps, the weight of the metal pressed against me not just physically, but with the immense responsibility it symbolized.

She is pure chaos!''' \\\\\\\\\\ "Yeh Jo halka halka suroor Hai by Farhan Saeed Listen to it at the end when you’re done reading! (:" --------------- A hiss escaped his lips as the freezing water ran down the back of his hands and arm. "You alright, man?" Kabir's concerned voice asked. A smile was stretched wide on Abraham's lips. Kabir probably thought he had gone mad. He was in pain but was smiling so heartily. Kabir was staring at him.

The hateful look in her eyes was almost startling in its intensity. A few minutes later, we all stood in the center of the pack barracks. It was a small but impressive fortress at the very end of the east wing of the mansion. All of Ashclaw’s guards and warriors trained and lived here. The air smelled like leather and sweat, and as the Board looked around at the various racks of weapons and armor, I followed Alexander to the corner, where he was preparing to leave. The leather armor squeaked as it stretched across his broad shoulders. Each joint and rivet seemed to only emphasize his perfect physique, right down to his impressive leg muscles. Various straps and holsters adorned his chest, ar

The basement was a place of absolute silence and icy steel. Silas Thorne sat at his workbench, the only illumination coming from a high-intensity lamp that turned the room into a study of harsh highlights and abyssal shadows. His collection, which included not only weapons but also tools for ontological correction, was laid out on the clean white cloth in front of him. To Silas, the blade was the ultimate truth. A gun was a coward’s distance, a mechanical abstraction that turned a man into a statistic with the twitch of a finger. But a blade—a blade required proximity. It required the other person to acknowledge it. It was the oldest conversation in human history, and Silas was its most

As his words fell, Otto, head of the Cunningham family, stepped forward in full battle armor, his steps clanging with authority. Otto himself was at the fourth level of martial emperor, exactly matching Sheena's power. He was wearing the Cunningham family's greatest treasure: the Godsmith's Armor. This was a legendary artifact famous throughout all of Chetvine, the Cunningham family's most prized possession. The fact that Otto had appeared here, fully suited up in the armor, made his intentions crystal clear.

At least made my soul feel a lot calmer than simply looting the bodies and not saying a single word. Now I had gained some kind of leather chest armour. It felt quite comfortable but the straps were extremely annoying to undo and then redo. It made it fit tight though and not move and didn’t even have any damage showing on it. This is mainly due to the previous owner having his head impaled by some kind of circular object. Well at least the whole in his skull was circular. It was horrible to look at and made me shake as I looked at it, but ultimately it was still one of the best pieces of armour out there, alongside that I had found a scabbard to keep the sword in as well.

“That’s enough!” At this moment, a deep bellow interrupted the conversation between the two. “Pavilion Master Curtis, is it true what you said about the appearance of the king of disciples in the seventh zone?” The speaker was a burly middle-aged man clad in white iron armor. This suit of armor was branded with a roaring white tiger on the chest. The middle-aged man clenched his fists that propped his chin up. He sat there like a mountain. His eyes that were like copper bells could make one's heart palpitate. His copper skin glowed with a dazzling luster, and his bulging muscles made people shudder!

Something tells me that he might have found the family vault of the Belingham family. No wait. He definitely did. I head over to Archer. He managed to take care of the crows in the split second that I was looking at Mammon. “Sorry. I could not stop him.” Archer grunts as I help him on his feet. “It’s fine.” I move my attention to Mammon’s armor and notice something. “Actually, I think you stop him from completing his armor.” I note how thin the armor shells are that’s covering his body. If I compare it to the armor that I remember him wearing from the past, it was way more grand and way thicker than the one he has now. I’m pretty sure that Archer interrupted him because of the obvious look o

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

"What are you talking about? Your shoulder has a huge gash on it! Your armor must be useless!" Xander held back his laughter as he thought about his armour. It was made with enhanced metal that had been refined and forged by the bestest of blacksmiths. His opponent must have been a descendent of a Holy Beast as it was able to easily tear through his armor. "Maybe... I'm glad I got it though." Xander said as he smiled gently at Diane. She had said a short prayer, healing the wound almost instantly. "What? Are you crazy?" "Only for you."