The Shining Armor Infection Novels & Stories

The thing barely hesitated—it charged Haunter with a reckless speed that made no tactical sense, claws slashing through the air like a blade with no aim. He dodged low, raking his arm up with a sickle-shaped blade he conjured mid-step. It howled—high and broken—but didn’t stop. It should’ve stopped. “Cursed,” I said sharply. “It’s not just rogue—it’s infected.” “Looks like spell rot,” Haunter growled, grabbing its scruff mid-lunge and twisting it midair. I didn’t wait. I surged forward, jamming my dagger straight through its exposed ribs.

This time, instead of multiple shards, there was only one – bigger, heavier – its tip fashioned into a sharp point. “Ahhh!!!” Emma screamed, shrill and high, it broke through the raging storm. But true to his words, Niquel kept them safe. He roared as the shard pierced through his armor and sank into his back. Pain coursed throughout his body. The shard would pass through his flesh unless he somehow found a way to stop it. Somehow, though his strength was leaving him, Niquel managed to flap his wings to keep him on air. More dark shadows were coming from all directions – he could scent them. Gladdy’s cries kept his consciousness alive. Don’t cry for me, princess.

A murderous intent swirled within the Shadow Guardian. A massive surge of black energy erupted from the Shadow Guardian like a tidal wave, forming a dark armored shell over his chest. The armor glowed menacingly, its most prominent feature a demonic, fanged mouth. An immensely powerful corrosive force emanated from that mouth. Sean frowned but didn't hesitate. His punch landed squarely on the black armor and right into the gaping mouth. The collision created a roaring explosion that echoed through the sky. The sound was deafening. Though prepared, those on the ground felt a piercing pain in their ears, and their vision blurred.

I’m shaken from my thoughts when a shooting pain pierces through my shoulder, the blood is instantaneous and that’s when I know I’m truly fucked. The pain and burning sensation start to spread through me and I start to feel heavy, Someone has poisoned Bree, and it’s spreading fast through both our systems. I open my arms as wide as I can before It’s too late and jump through quickly, I land in the centre of a classroom and I hear people screaming and yelling, I lift my head with what little strength I have left and let out a roar so loud the windows shatter. Adrian would hear me and he will come, but that fucker better have Bree safe, I have a feeling my blood wont be able to heal her on thi

“That’s what we are all thinking, that he’s gone crazy and is now capable of anything.” “Drugs are really bad,” Anika said, shaking her head. “It can turn a saint into a demon. What’s more with someone who’s already a demon like Allan? You need a bodyguard.” “I can’t afford one.” “I can provide you with one,” Anika stated, her countenance serious. Layla quickly shook her head. “No, ma’am, you’ve done enough for me,” she said.

/ Angie worried. The covering acted like a one way mirror, except that the Infected would see an empty space, not a mirror. The covering had taken a snapshot of their surroundings and reproduced it on its surface. Jeffery double checked the signals. It was working alright. So, what was happening? The Infected nostrils flared like they were sniffing the air. Hesitant steps became surer. It looked like the group had no choice but to fight. Carefully, they moved their hands to grab whatever weapon they could reach. Adrenaline pumped through their systems as they got ready for the confrontation. Just then, more Infected appeared behind the two Infected that were approaching them. It effectively

So I left it, settling on exploring my new home instead. Today I found myself in a cosy study, still a considerably large room, but smaller than most that I had come across. It reminded me of Lilith’s living room, dark red wood seemed to domineer the room in here. A large inglenook fireplace flanked by a large suit of armour on each side. Over the mantel was a battered shield that had seen better days and two swords, mostly likely longer that I was, crossed at the back of it. A coat of arms could be made out under the battered metal, to me in looked like a half goat half man creature, holding a large raven in one hand and a snake in the other. I assumed it must belong to the Caine family.

Flowing through my palms into the small body beneath them. I feel the infection. Dark and twisted. Clinging to her lungs and bloodstream. Resistant to medicine because it's not entirely natural. Something environmental. Something toxic. The golden light wraps around it. Burns it away. Cell by cell. Thread by thread. The pup gasps. Her eyes fly open. "Easy," I whisper. "I've got you." The light pulses brighter. Hotter. Burning through the last of the infection. When I pull back, the pup's breathing is clear. Her skin is normal color. Fever gone.

The iridescent blue aura of the sub-ether wrapped around my hand, humming with the raw, chaotic energy of the Origin-Code. The Avatar's crimson visor snapped toward us. One of its massive arms raised a plasma-broadsword to cut us out of the sky. Too late. We collided with the chest plate. Dax kicked the bike sideways, using the heavy iron chassis to absorb the kinetic impact against the golden armor. At the exact moment of impact, I drove my phased, glowing blue hand directly into the center of the Founder’s chest cavity. The Phase-Shield ignored the golden durasteel completely. My hand passed through the physical armor like it was mist, plunging deep into the dark, cybernetic heart of the m

The ash on the floor had turned a soft, iridescent violet. "The power-up worked," Kaelor said, lifting his head. His eyes were no longer shadowed; they were a bright, piercing gold. He looked stronger, his muscles fuller, the Alpha-code in his blood humming with a renewed purpose. "I can feel the packs, Aradaa. I can feel the infection. It’s moving toward the Shadow-Peaks." Aradaa sat up, his limbs feeling like lead. He looked at the entrance to the grotto, where the silver-grey leaves of the willow were beginning to glow with a faint, prismatic light.