The Shining Armor Infection Novels & Stories

But unlike him, I had friends and love by my side, to guide me and always remind me of what was right. 'Always by your side.' I heard Victor's voice in my mind and smiled. I opened my eyes and turned my face so that I could look at my beloved. The crown on his head is complete, and he is wearing his metallic red armor, which seems to be made of lava and you can see reddish and orange glow as if it were metal being forged. My armor has a golden hue, mixed with touches of red, black, and white. We don't usually wear armor in battle, but this is special because it's made to resist magic. With Ayla's skill, I know for sure that these armors have become even more powerful.

At his side was a scythe, its curved edge wicked sharp. As stunning as Amora and Nyssa were, they were breathtaking when covered in armor. Amora’s was rose gold, the same pink hue as her cheeks, while Nyssa’s resembled a pearl, the material almost iridescent. The wolves that had joined us for the fight watched in awe as I dropped my glamour, my clothes morphing into armor a shimmering silver. While I wasn’t very skilled at using the thing, a sword hung at my hip. My skin was lit with an inner glow that turned my hair into a mess of writhing blue flames. I could feel my power pulsing within my eyes, illuminating the dark for all to see.

"Don't lose her, Ari." Ari's laugh was close to hysterical. "Why you all think I'd be willing to let such a thing happen is beyond me. I'm not losing my granddaughter." "How did Thane get infected?" I asked as I studied my fallen brother on the floor. "And are Tag and I infected as well?" Ari shook her head. "I don't know." She held out her hand. I put mine in hers immediately. She sliced a deep line across my palm. Nothing but red welled up.

The shimmering light on the rings continued to pulsate like genuine heartbeats, as if it were a living person with a pounding heart. Rain stared at the armored guy, unable to fathom the bounds of insanity. Creed had been up on the hill just a second before, and now he was standing next to her, wearing the same battered Armor that Nakiya had provided him. The armor was horribly damaged on both sides, almost to the point where his clothing and Kevlars could be seen. His palms and forearms were also entirely exposed. The soul armor apparently required additional time to heal within his mental palace. "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?" Rain yelled at the top of her lungs,

It gave her time to think. She didn’t head straight to the infirmary but meandered the hallways. The place seemed to have changed since Nathaniel had been in charge. The Alpha’s pristine mansion which had been void of life now felt like a city now lived inside the walls. Shifters, vampires, and wiccans wandered around, all in the same black uniforms that consisted of combat boots, cargo slacks and shirt. There were some variations such as a few agents wearing clothes meant for the frosty outdoors but, it was the same outfit. It was the outfit of soldiers.

“You mean the red one that the sorcerer had given?” My head simply nods in response. I opened my eyes and a streak of the rising sun beamed unto me as the carriage moves across the forest of tall lush trees. Mayari handed me the pill that I certainly gulped. “How is he?” a question that spurted out of my tongue the second my gaze diverted on my hands. My metallic armor was all taken off of me, wearing only a pair of fabric to cover my body. The skin turned dark lilac and some spots were raven blue. Stinging soreness and shooting pain still hovers all around my arms, though clean cotton was wrapped on my every wound.

She stroked his fur, hoping to keep him calm as bits of their conversations reached her ears. “… injured.” “…alive?” “…red eyes like that? What do you think is going on?” They reached what seemed to be the center of the town where a long banner bearing a symbol of a chest plate with spikes hung over the fountain where children were playing. The dark-skinned man turned to them with a smile. He gestured and the rest of the wolves shifted back one after the other and began to dress. “Welcome to Sharp Armor.”

Rohan roared aggressively, violently kicking Aryan directly into the shallow, freezing edge of the putrid sludge. The biohazardous, freezing filth aggressively splashed over his bare, completely stiff legs, instantly seeping directly into the deep, actively bleeding cuts from the billionaires' shoes. The catastrophic, blinding pain of the extreme bacterial infection violently exploding inside his open wounds was absolutely paralyzing. He aggressively gagged, violently vomiting nothing but thin, acidic bile directly onto his own violently shaking, bare chest.

Torin explained, "the High Consul ordered his fleet to ram the docks. He wanted to crush us under the iron hulls." Torin looked at Valerius. "But the closed circuit wasn't just in the steam pipes anymore," Torin continued. "It was in the air. The gunners, the navigators, the helmsmen... they looked at the shore, and they didn't see an infection. They felt the grid you built. They felt the fifty thousand humans standing together." "They took off their masks," Valerius whispered, tears brimming in his blue eyes. "Yes," Torin confirmed. "The insulated armor only works if the soldier chooses to stay inside it. The captain of the flagship unlatched his black-iron helmet and threw it into the ocea

My mind kept going back to him. How composed he was at first. And then how easily I shook that composure. That straight mask. Aaron Greyman. what do I do with you ? _ I stood facing the cracked mirror in the men's washroom. There was nothing like shaving cream here, so you have to be really careful when cleaning up, else you want to end up with a cut. Or worse.... A bleeding mess. I usually stall before cleaning up, because there's lesser people by then. I was still carefully cutting, when a sharp voice pierced through the room. "Everybody out! Now!"