War Machine Armored Adventures Novels & Stories

It was large and heavy, and made entirely out of stone, just like the armor was. This was Deus Armis – the Armor of the Gods. It was a powerful King Lease that allowed one to be clad in the forces of chaos. It was one of the ultimate sources of protection. This Lease manipulated the area around to produce a set of protective gear and an offensive weapon of your choosing. Today, Mane chose a sword. Maybe tomorrow he will choose a hammer. The platform here was the raw material manipulated by the Lease in this scenario. And even more amazing was that the Lease maintained the armor’s connection to the platform, which meant that even if it was breached it would be repaired, just like the platform

To them, high-grade warriors were indispensable to maintain a foothold in this cruel era. “So, why the hell is this high-grade warrior fighting him so fiercely?” The Gaul solder was sincerely confused. “Warning!!” Armor’s durability is below 5%, he suddenly received another notification from his armor’s A.I. He was experienced in these kinds of situations though; he cursed his luck as he turned back, planning to escape without any hesitation. Kalen’s talent could help him defeat his opponent squarely in a fair fight but killing him or stopping him from escaping was going to be hard, if not impossible.

That knocked the breath out of me. “What?” “Zenya wants you to go to Russia.” I stared at him like the words didn’t make sense. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “He wants you to train there. Not just to hide. But to build you up. Because Miguel’s gonna be the next second-in-command. Zenya’s preparing him. And that means—” Seth swallowed. “That means Miguel needs an armor. A shield. Someone willing to be the body between him and a bullet.” My stomach dropped.

"Oh my god, Serena. It looks amazing. The mural turned out so well, I can't believe I painted that." "You're talented." "I know." She grins, sets the bag down on the rocking chair, and starts pulling things out. "Okay, so. The mobile." She holds it up, a cluster of felt elephants in soft grays and blues, connected by a ring of wooden beads. "It's handcrafted. I thought it would match the forest theme." "It's perfect." I feel the familiar sting of tears again, and Emma notices. "Serena. You're crying."

I swear to God I will come for you and make whoever touched you beg for death right before my eyes. "Mount up! Move out now!" I commanded loudly. Within seconds, the massive platoon moved silently yet swiftly, filing into dozens of pitch-black SUVs lined up neatly with low-rumbling engines. The convoy of armored vehicles slowly began to cut through the city streets, moving across the night like a legion of grim reapers ready to claim the souls of anyone foolish enough to play with our fire. The great war had officially begun. ****

Krista asked. "Other than going somewhere else, to some other country, we have relations with some Bedouins," Rolf replied. "They are desert nomads who recognize no authority but that of the tribe's sheikh whose words are taken as coming directly from Allah's lips. They do not recognize borders. They are among the world's fiercest fighters, comparable to the Nepalese Gurkhas, so governments are reluctant to challenge them. We could arrange for you to be placed under the care of a group of Bedouins that we deal with. It would take a serious military effort to dislodge you from them and there would be no incentive for the government to try." "That sounds perfect," Susan said.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

“But we won’t sacrifice our morals or our souls for it.” The Keeper cackled, their amusement growing. “Oh, how noble of you. But I’m afraid finding your friend requires a greater sacrifice than mere morals or souls.” Reina frowned, her grip relaxing slightly. “What do you mean?” she asked cautiously. The Keeper approached them, their eyes flashing with dark magic. “The only way to find Adelia is to enter the realm of the Mevara,” they said solemnly. “You must journey through the Shift Tower and face the challenges that lie within. But be warned, the cost of entering the realm of the Mevara is steep. You must give up a part of yourself.”

When Ves logged into Iron Spirit, he visited the support section in order to register a free virtual license. The game charged a lot of credits for the virtual license of the The Marlin Solutions 1004-HRF 5th Generation armor plating. Considering that anyone could make a living if they designed and sold even a halfway decent mech, the prices weren't unreasonable.