Arknights Jacket Novels & Stories

I crack the heavy oak panel open just enough to grab the leather bag from her paws. A massive cloud of hot white steam escapes from the stone pool room as my boots slowly slide across the floor. The new tunic Iris brought is a bright, shimmering mix of silver-lake cloth and purple valley leather that is supposed to make me look like an ancient forest prince for the outdoor crystal scrolls. Not many wildland fighters can wear those soft court colors without looking completely silly, but my smooth skin and lean shoulders make the bright fabric look totally natural. I look like a mystical alpha warrior stepping right out of a spirit legend with the hot mist floating all around my chest.

“Rancid left you something.” Nitro stood up and walked to the back of the room and opened a door. He disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with a large box, one that would hold an expensive dress. He placed the box on the table in front of Jake and sat down again. Jake opened the box and pulled out the black leather jacket. It felt heavy in his hands and he turned it over. On the back, etched onto the leather, was a burning phoenix with his road name, ‘Wrath’, beneath it. Jake swallowed the lump away and looked at Bandit.

Blanche ran her fingers through her hair and sighed which made Aerith stare at her, the captain glance at her wristwatch, to be honest, Blanche did not even arrive late - she's still on time, hence, Aerith just arrived way too early than her. "Oh!" Aerith snap and took a step backward from Blanche. She extends her both hands and creates a hand frame pose, centering Blanche's position. She scoffed out of amazement, perhaps the Captain has some fashion sense. Aerith tilted her head while scrutinizing Blanche's outfit. The Captain's wearing a black fitted v-neck t-shirt tucked in a black techwear jogger and a pair of black Timberland boots. "Wow! I haven't seen you not wearing your military uni

"If you don't kneel and hand over the ownership documents for that route, not a single one of you will leave here alive." Dozens of his men erupted in cheers. Their voices echoed ominously throughout the arena. "Enough." Arka finally spoke. His voice wasn't loud, yet it was enough to drown out the entire commotion. He calmly took off his suit jacket. Then he tossed it toward Keira. "Please hold this." Keira caught it by reflex. The jacket was still warm. Arka's familiar scent still lingered on it. Strangely enough, it made her heartbeat calm down just a little.

Jacob **** Two Years Later The mirror reflected a man who looked like a king. I knew the truth, though—I didn’t feel like one. The elaborate gold embroidery on my deep crimson jacket shimmered under the glow of the overhead light. My shoulders were draped with a wolf-pelt mantle, symbolizing my role as Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and the ceremonial insignia of my lineage was pinned at my chest. Every seam and stitch was perfect. Yet inside, I felt like a hollow shell.

“Of skin as delicate as the snowflake. Yet, so savage like the waves in the sea.” I stretched out my arm and fastened on his neck. “Like a knight in armor, your aura domineers. Your phrases erupt rainbows, and that I couldn’t reply no more.” He wears an indigo tunic and cream trousers with those elaborate sequins making the clothing more masculine and royal. “I didn’t know that the General can spout honeyed words as well.”

I wasn’t too concerned with the Alpha of this pack as my livelihood and house were more important to me. The path I took through the forest led me out of pack territory and into neutral territory to check on my house, happy to see that no one had been there since I left and that everything is still intact. This meant that the Soulless have not reached my house yet. Leaving the duffle bag in the kitchen, I run upstairs to take off the clothing I wore when raiding and switch to the Tracker outfit I had. It was an Iga Hakama Flat Hood Ninja suit with exceptionally lightweight black Damascus steel armour that only high-ranked Trackers were given in any pack. The all-black attire blends into the

Ark has planned for a moment where they became a serious threat many months ago. Something shifts in his expression. "Yes. I suppose." I should probably question his shadiness but my teeth are chattering so hard I fear I may permanently damage my jaw. Ark pulls at the containers, popping the lid off one. I watch curiously as he shifts around through thick jackets, pants and shirts, pulling out one of each. “Here, get dressed into something warmer,” he instructs softly. I take them, quietly examining them. They are nothing like what I would usually be expected to wear in the manor. They are efficient, meant for the worst kind of event.

She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded. They left the library with the new book tucked under Raven’s arm. Two days later they dressed for war. Raven wore fitted black leather reinforced with silver-threaded mail—light enough for a child, strong enough to turn a glancing blade. Over it, the crimson cloak Victoria had given her, now edged with protective runes sewn by the castle’s enchanters. Victoria wore obsidian scale armor that gleamed like wet blood, a short curved blade at her hip, and a cloak the color of fresh night.

Even he would have to notice me in that dress. “Yes, but that’s that dress and tonight,” Fiena replied. “You should wear the dark blue today,” she drew it out, flaring it over her arm. “Very well,” I did not mind the blue. It was cut severely, high necked, and buttoned up the front which allowed me to leave a few buttons undone at the throat. It was the feminine version of how Akyran dressed and from his tailor, one of the random gifts he gave to me when the mood struck him, or something caught his eye. Normally a gift from Akyran was a weapon, or armour, but he had been expanding to clothing and trinkets recently. “The blue it is.”