Arknights Jacket Novels & Stories

We normally never got cargo in during the night any way, so the chances of an ambush where slim. “Very well General, wait for me outside my room and we will head down together. I will only be a minute.” I listened to the scuffling of the General’s feet before pulling myself out of the bathtub. Water rushed off my body and towel as I sat with my feet still tucked into the bathtub. I was already starting to miss the feel of the heat as I grabbed a dry towel and started to dry off my body. With my skin now dry, I started to dawn on my new Knight clothes. A button-down shirt with white slacks. All the seems were hemmed with golden thread. I placed my cloak over my shoulders, making sure that the

"Try this on over it, Feisty. It's got inner pockets. Perfect for hiding small knives... or whatever magic tricks you're hiding in thin air." ​"Thanks, Daniel," I murmured, sliding my arms into the jacket. The fit was perfect. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, turning to check my alignment and the mobility of my shoulders. The muscle memory of my combat training skill was definitely in approval. This was an outfit I could fight in. ​"Keep the jacket," Lucien ordered suddenly, his voice lower and rougher than before. He stood up from the couch, his towering frame instantly closing the distance between us until he was standing right behind me, his reflection looming over mine in th

I said smoothly. I reached up to the collar of my heavy jacket. The dark blue fabric bore the intricate silver crescent moon crest of the pack right over the heart. I had earned this jacket. I had fought rogue wolves for the right to wear it with pride. My fingers gripped the thick material. I unzipped it in one sharp, fluid motion and shrugged it off my shoulders. The heavy fabric pooled in my hands. "Meghann, what are you doing?" Caomh demanded, his voice suddenly tight with panic.

She eyed me suspiciously but didn't say anything as she stuffed the supplies into her bag. Donned in tan leather pants paired with a linen tunic featuring black buttons, she secured a familiar dagger to a harness against her ribs. Retrieving her jacket from the bed, she pulled it over her head. The jacket, embellished with simple brass buckles and elbow pads, had been a lavish purchase for her sixteenth birthday the previous year. The intent was to possess a garment to conceal her daggers when venturing into town, like today.

Jackson’s shoulders visibly relaxed when Dax put on the last item, a slim but thermal jacket. Once dressed, from jacket to boots, Dax knew his Luna had put the items together. Not only were they all snug, but they were also all muted tones. Zara would have chosen lighter items and brighter colors. His Luna was a great wolf, a blessing in a world that had chosen to grind his bones and boil his blood. He straightened his jacket and stood to his full height. “Any other news?” he asked quietly as he restarted his slow trudge toward the compound.

The voice of this being is deep and carries a different weight, something very similar to Hélios's voice. Azrik Ragnharsen is a man with long red hair tied in a ponytail that shimmers under the light, creating a vivid contrast. His attire is dark, with a high collar adorned with red details. Intricate, stylized dragons adorn the shoulders and chest, and these dragons seem alive, slithering through the fabric as if protecting the wearer. The shiny material of the clothes, possibly leather or a similar fabric, suggests armor or a ceremonial uniform, standing out with a detailed and ornate design.

Instead of answering him, I turned toward the remaining Ashmoor warrior. “May I borrow your jacket?” “Of course, Luna.” The warrior immediately shrugged off his jacket and held it out to me. I smiled warmly and took it from him, slipping it on. When I turned back toward Andrei, I made a show of snuggling down into the warm leather, if only to prove that Andrei wasn’t special—I’d rather take a coat from a random male than from him.

skin. It was ridiculous. It was glorious. The armor was polished gold with glowing blue runic etchings. Massive pauldrons shaped like lion heads sat on his shoulders, breathing digital steam. Every time he moved, little sparkles of light trailed behind him like fairy dust. "You look like a disco ball had a baby with a tank," Jinx laughed. She was sitting on the edge of the holographic table, her avatar swinging its legs. She was wearing her new "Shadow-Stalker" set—sleek, violet leather with a hood that trailed smoke and a mask that displayed a shifting 8-bit emote. Currently, it was a xD face.

Brinda and I instinctively stood up when they walked in and I couldn't seem to determine if my now racing heart was because it was time to go downstairs or because of how magnificent he was looking in his Kingly attire. He was wearing an attire designed almost like a suit but not really one. His outer jacket sparkled with Gold and of course, others were a royal sleek purple material. The familiar emblem of the Lycan Kingdom was designed with pure gold onto his inner jacket which was very visible to the eyes. His perfectly fitting Jacket accentuated his broad shoulders and gave his five o'clock jaws a damn good dimension to think about. A sleek purple cape ran down the left hand side of his J

While Armor is this. I then put the jacket on the show. Akira: Demon Wolf Leather Jacket. I can saw a lot of funny reaction from the gallery. Even the Master from Merchat and Adventure guild tripped from their seat. Akira: Ladies get everything on the show. I then command the girls to bring everything from preparation room. The gallet only can look at everything with an envious eyes. I then put a number to the display.