All Might Iron Man Suit Novels & Stories

After moving the curtains, I cursed at my mate, Zaliver. The room had metal blinds. Like literally, metal blinds that were closed and bolted to the frame so I wouldn’t try to jump out, I guess. It kind of reminded me of Iron Man, but I somehow doubted that the wolf god had time to sit around and watch Tony Stark be a billionaire, playboy—whatever. I tilted my head at the strong shield-like blinds. Were these already here even before I got in?

I said with a shrug. "I wouldn't go so far as to say Ultron was a killer..." She laughed nervously, still not getting the reference. "Iron Man created him for killing." "What?" She blinked up at me. "Iron Man doesn't have a cat." "And neither do you." "Yes, I do." "You just called your dead cat Ultron." "That's not right..." She outwardly cringed. "Odwalla?" "That's a drink. You're actually getting worse at lying the more you talk."

, He said as he stood in a way as though he flaunted the attire which were on his body. "Surely, you ain't going to war with what you're wearing...?", She said again as she took another close look at the clothes he wore. What he wore on his body was an all black costume, his neatly and perfectly ironed trousers, and his perfect black jacket which was his perfect size, one which shot out his chest and his muscles, and had long sleeves touching his wrist and lengthy enough to reach his knees.

“What do you suggest?’ he asked. If only Aidan could protest, he’d smash his Beta’s head in on the floor. Why the fuck was he asking help from their enemy. “A change of clothes,” Allen replied, walking towards one end of the platform to the concealed door. Pushing a concealed button, a portion of the wall slid to the side to reveal a panel. Allen pushed a few more buttons before the door slid open. “Allen?” asked Niquel. “What are you- ah!” “Do keep quiet for the moment, Sir. Or you will lengthen the healing time.” Allen disappeared into the room. Moments later, he showed himself, holding a dark blue Armani suit that hung on a hanger and covered with transparent plastic.

Then, I knew their visit would be inevitable and if proper measures were not taken, that visit would become a stay over. "War suits have been provided from each of you. Mistwood pack has more access to technology than any other pack did and these were made by Mistwood pack royal tailors. They would provide comfort during the fight." I finally got out of my head and returned to reality. "Everything's settled then." I stated, moving closer to pick up my own suit. "You should rest for the night or practice if you have to but do not be carried away, the enemy could be near. n

The inner parts of us suits were filled with self protection gadgets so he could fight against any possible form of attack ranging from the pause slash play remote, the frost ball, the lightning bolt 2000, and other minor things that were hard to detect via this hugging suit. "I noticed the cards in our suits and realized they were keys. They permit us access to the nail lab. "Once we're in, let's make sure to stick together. No one knows who's under these things so we've got to be careful, is this understood?" Lolita repeated for the third time since we'd dressed up. "We understand." I spoke on our behalf,hoping there would be no cause for her needless repetitions. "Okay, let's move!" Damon

"I never thought I’d be wearing something like this at my age." Ivy May smiled, her eyes flashing with a touch of professional pride. "They’re more than just armor, Mrs. Theresa. They’re a shield. And tonight, they’re going to be the difference between victory and defeat." Oliver stood in the center of the room, his own suit—the 'King’s Armor'—being fitted by Nikolai. The suit was a deep, obsidian black, its surface etched with the same intricate patterns as his jade ring. As the final plate clicked into place, Oliver felt a sudden, powerful surge of energy. The suit was linked to the ring, a connection that seemed to amplify his senses and sharpen his focus.

"Put this on. The bees will sting anything dark or fuzzy. The suit keeps them off you." Finn took the suit and looked at it. It was a full-body coverall with a hood and veil, thick white canvas. "Stylish." "Practical," Thomas corrected, pulling on his own suit. The fabric was heavy and stifling in the already sweltering heat. "You'll roast in it, but it's better than thirty stings." Finn unzipped the suit and stepped into it, pulling it up over his shoulders. The suit was a little big on his lean frame, but it covered his skin. He zipped up the front and adjusted the hood. "How do I look?"

Either I didn’t like how they felt or how they looked. There was nothing I liked in his side of the closet too. I tried on the shirt from last night, but it was ruined. I didn’t want to think of what was on it. I was still thinking of what to do about my outfit problem when he walked into the room. Looking as good as he did when I saw him in the morning. How the hell did the man not have even a single crease on his suit? Didn’t he work and move around? He isn’t human. Well, he is definitely not human. Even with that, it seems like he is a super, super human.

Maximilian was actually pissed. But I could be free from this if I poisoned Maximilian's food. However now was a bad time. He would catch on. Whenever I was nervous, he could easily discern between my lies and truth. My breath hitched in my throat when the door opened wide revealing a shirtless Maximilian who was staring right into my soul with his red eyes. “M-max-maximillian” I stuttered. I did not expect him to be shirtless and wet with water He must've just had a bath..