Living Armor Novels & Stories

“You seeing that?” Ahead stretched miles of rolling fields—yet the grass moved as though it breathed, every blade tilting in unison to some unheard rhythm. Beneath it, faint threads of bioluminescence wove through the earth like circuitry. Adrian crouched, touching the soil. Warm. Alive. “The planet’s rebooting,” he murmured. “The Vault’s energy bleed must’ve jump-started dormant code.” Lena frowned. “You’re saying the ground is… thinking?”

he muttered. Janus watched as the Mobile Armor came to life almost instantly. The energy supply linked to its back was automatically cut off. The Mobile Armor squatted down with outstretched arms. Then, it opened its chest cavity before scooping Carl in with the palm of its hands. The command room closed as Champion's eyes flickered in red. When it stood up, a bright light traveled across its metallic body; it looked as if it had been baptized by a mysterious energy. Finally, Champion opened its eyes.

"Liv. Come back. You don't know what you're doing. He's waiting. He's out there waiting." The clouds glowed orange and red all through the seams of rolling black. Fireballs erupted, spewing like well-thrown grenades at the dragons in the air while others rained down on the compound. Liv had effectively destroyed the safeguards so carefully woven each dawn by the ancients. She'd watched and remembered the pattern and had removed them, allowing the monsters access to their home.

An invisible hand gripped my throat. “Lily…” This was the daughter I carried for ten months. The daughter I nearly died giving birth to after my injuries. Across the way, he stroked Lily's head, a doting smile on his face. But the words he sent her on their mind link were pure ice. “Patience, my little princess. You and your brother must have Elara’s pure, noble bloodline. That woman is just a container. A living womb.” A container? A living womb?

I just never imagined this was how God would answer. Now, I am Patricia Allen. A widow. A mother. And whether I liked it or not… this was my second chance. Which meant… I stretched out my hands, turned my head from side to side, and laughed. Then I jumped—actually jumped—like a child seeing sunlight for the first time. I was healthy. In this body, I didn’t have cancer. In this body, I wasn’t fading away on my matrimonial bed, counting my last breaths. I was alive.

Just awareness. And a voice echoed through its heart. A whisper of Mira’s final words, buried in old code: > “If she survives all of us… then she’s not the weapon.” > “She’s the world.”

ARAH The creature that burst from her palm hit the floor with a heavy thud. It was a towering thing, plated in segmented, iridescent armor that glimmered faintly like oil on water. Steam hissed from its blue shell where her blood still clung. Behind it, a spiked tail swept around, smashing into vases and forcing her to jump back to avoid being hit.

"She has her brother with her; let him take care of it. Or I don't know, gramps and nana are like their new guardians or something. I don't see why you have to play the knight in shining armor each time she calls." "Anything else?" "Yes, you're not allowed to like her more than us." Anna was actually crying when she yelled this, and for the first time, I realized that although they're strong and brave, they're still human and young, and these two have never had to deal with any type of opposition before in their lives.

Here, she was panicking because she might not be able to go home anytime soon and Mathew would not understand, and he was lying down there as if he was having a siesta at a park. She wasn’t as surprised now when she saw the armed bodyguard at the entrance of the room. Also two more down the hall. The entire halls had been reserved for the Aslanovs since Kincaid woke up and heavily armed men were always there. Serena’s heart almost flew out of her mouth the first time that he saw them as she came out to change into the clothes that Lorraine got her. She was used to them now but not to the turmoils he felt inside. It had been three days now. And not only was Rayla barely responding to treatmen

"Well, if it is, you have a vivid imagination. But I assure you, the last time I checked, I'm very real." "Yes, I can see that." I sighed, suddenly serious. "So, if you had to do it all over again, would you?" Leila looked deeply into my eyes. "In a heartbeat." "Thank you." I nodded, understanding. As tough as this world was, she wouldn't change anything, even though she was human and had no defense for her and her children in this world… other than Lance. There was something to be said for that. "May I get you something to drink or eat?"