The Shining Armor Infection Novels & Stories

“They will. We can't have any more deaths. Lead the way.” I followed them to the infirmary, trying my best to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach. They were three men injured, and one lady. The lady had a stab wound from a shadow warrior, the type that Lira had faced back in the alternate universe. It broke my heart to see her struggling with beads of sweat on her forehead. The three men had normal wounds. Two couldn't heal because the arrow had been poisoned, and the other was an omega, their self-healing powers weren't as stable as other wolves.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Nova froze instantly Then came slow shuffling footsteps her grip tightened around the knife. The footsteps dragged closer through the darkness between the aisles. Something growled softly Nova slowly backed away Then a figure stumbled out from behind the shelves and Her stomach dropped instantly. It was an infected and a young one at that she looked no more than twelve as black veins spread across her arms and legs her skin looked as rotten as she looked. Nova backed away slowly trying not to catch its attention when she stumbled over a can the sound instantly cause the infected to look up and when it spotted her it screamed

He had sustained gunshot wounds to his leg and his abdomen, his body covered in horrific lacerations, and the white shirt he had worn was entirely stained a gruesome crimson. ​That was an image I never, in my worst nightmares, imagined I would ever have to witness. In that chaotic moment, I hadn't given a single thought to Archie, who was also bloody and battered nearby. I had completely lost my mind, screaming and fighting against the arms holding me back, desperate to crawl to Dominic's side as he lay unresponsive to the frantic sound of his name ripping from my throat.

The amber defense runes on the walls had faded to a sickly pale yellow, and the self-healing crystalline alloy was beginning to show Artifacting—cracks that didn't close, glowing with a static-filled light. "Power cycles are at 22%," Caleb reported, his voice hollow as he stood beside me on the battlements. His arm was still in a sling, wrapped in a Biological Patch to stop the shadow-infection from the previous night. "The pack is spooked, Sereia. They can feel the 'Cold' coming back. Not the winter... the System Cold." "I know," I whispered, my golden eyes fixed on the horizon.

They surrounded the Astropheles. We were the source of the infection. And we were to be sterilized. "Jeff!" I yelled. "I see them!" he shouted back, his hands flying over the console. The Astropheles shuddered as a shield of woven memories—of Lyra's smile, of Lina's laugh—flared around us, deflecting the first volley of null-beams. We were powerful, but we were one ship against an armada. Our story-shields wouldn't hold forever.

"It's a thousand years old armor, I highly doubt it would have anything except for its hardness" "alright then here I go with the lightning" "wait, just wait a..." "THUNDER SPEAR!!!" For a short while there was silence but as soon the smoke cleared, Shiro's suspicions turned out to be true. he could see light coming out of different parts of the armor as they formed different patterns. The armour now had a different look, its silvery colour had changed to black and the light patterns around it glowed red. Endo's looks changed from that of a knight to that of a sci-fi villain.

The man exclaimed in surprise and tried to evade but it was too late as the deadly mouth of the beast clam shut. “Arrgggghhh!” The man in the silver armor screamed loudly, the fang cut deep into the man's flesh that didn’t have armor to protect, but the fang can’t tear through the armor that the man is wearing. Instead, it grazes at the armor heavily until the fire sparks out of it.

"Victoria is using the other two Spires to hold that thing together. If we take those down, the shadow will fall." ​"It’s not that simple," Jax said, running up to us with his team of rebels. He looked terrified. "The streets are crawling with 'infected' now. The signal from the other Spires is turning the armored guards into mindless monsters. They’re attacking everything." ​As if on cue, a group of guards burst through the doors of a nearby building. Their armor was cracked, and black smoke was leaking from their joints. They didn't have weapons; they had claws made of shadow.

"We infect it." Audrey lunged at the light-anchor. As her ash-stained blade pierced the golden energy, the "Infection" spread. The pure, golden spear began to turn grey, the "Void-Soot" traveling up the beam like a virus. The vibration frequency changed from a hum to a discordant scream. The anchor shattered. Not into pieces, but into a cloud of harmless, grey dust. Across the salt-flats, the Southern Interceptors realized what was happening. They began to surface fully, their glass hatches opening as "Radiant Guard" soldiers emerged, armed with light-lances.