Arknights Jacket Novels & Stories

Jenny from the black, light brown and brown animal skins, picked out two black skins, picked up the wolf who was lying on the stone bed for a while, and then started making clothes. Before awakening her water-type abilities, she and her senior learned to sew clothes to sell. But her technique is a bit bad, the clothes made even though they can be worn reluctantly, they look good, they are much worse than others, so they are not sold at all. However, her previous skills, in this ancient world, could be called the top. The fur coat Jenny is wearing now looks very simple, the sleeves are designed like bat wings, basically just cut a little and patch two sleeves, the lower half of the body is de

Concentrating on my selective genes wasn't that easy, it needed a hell lot of my focus but the amount of time I spent on hiding the scent, the better I got. One of the elegantly crafted outfits that Zach had commissioned for me suited my taste very well. I knew I would eventually wear the royal attire like the rest of my family, but for now, I stood tall in dark leather pants, ankle boots, a tight cropped tank top clinging to my curves, and a long leather jacket slipped over my shoulders which remained open. "Arianna?" Alex's voice resonated off the walls of my room, my eyes lifted to meet with his as he stood in the open door frame. He eyed me up and down, his features lightening for a mome

It was midday already. The day was bright and the weather clear; a cool breeze blew through the trees and made the air feel soft. It was time. “Axton," I called as I stood up. “Let's go." “Are you certain about this?" He asked. I nodded slowly, staring into the distance. “I am." He fell quiet for a moment, then sighed. “Alright, I'll give you space to change." He headed out. I slipped off my casual clothes I had on and put on the official Aries garment, which contained a three-piece of black leathered trousers, a buttoned jacket, and a hooded cloak. I pulled on gloves and the black boots Axton had given me, then stepped out.

Ares wouldn't allow it even if I was going to kiss his ass. “How?” I asked as he passed me a jacket, his jacket to wear. It was a black leather jacket which was huge on me but I wasn't going to complain as long as it kept me warm. “How what?” he feigned ignorance as he watched me apply another coat of lips gloss. My outfit was as basic as he asked, a pair of jeans and a black turtle neck with a pair of doc martens. It was cold outside and I didn't want to take any chances.

Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised since everything in the VR world was surreal. What confused me was that the armor hadn’t been listed in the designs. His armor was very fitting for him. There was a bit of a bad-boy charm, while still retaining his mature disposition. Although he wasn’t wearing a suit, in a sense, his new attire could be considered a suit of a sort. Luka was dressed in all black, with a few silver accents over various parts of his outfit. It consisted of a black trench coat, made of soft leather. The front collar of the coat folded back, with a silver and black design of a wolf on both flaps.

The dress wasn’t mine. Nothing about tonight was. It hung in Adrian’s closet like a decision already made—black, simple, expensive in a way that didn’t sparkle. Expensive like silence. “Five minutes,” Jared called outside the door. Adrian appeared in the doorway, jacket on, tie neat, face calm like he hadn’t moved me into a glass cage and called it protection. “You’ll wear it,” he said. “I have clothes.” “You have headlines,” he replied. “This is armor.”

And so, the day came that Mariana finally had the chance to wear her uniform. "At long last!" Mariana exclaimed. The ladies' uniform included a white collared shirt, light blue vest, light blue ribbon, white pleated skirt that with a light blue hem, and light blue robe. Her uniform came from a package from Arcanus, too, which was fortunate for her as she wouldn't need to buy it anymore (Mariana doubted she could buy it with her own money).

Along the back of the neck and across the breast silver crescent moons have been embroidered in bright, metallic thread. It’s an alpha jacket. Not just any alpha jacket, the jacket for the Alpha of Silver Crescent Pack. Sylvester places the beautiful coat in my hands. “I hope it fits well enough. It’s one of my old jackets and the tailoring job was a bit rushed.” Swallowing, I’m lost for words. This is it.

He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor. Lyra’s armor was a masterpiece, a combination of sleek silver and deep blue. The breastplate was etched with subtle wolf motifs, a nod to her Lycan heritage, and accented with shimmering gemstones that glowed faintly with protective enchantments. The design allowed for flexibility, ensuring that she could move with the grace and speed her wolf demanded.

“I haven’t even figured out how to sleep in a normal bed with two grown men nearby.” “We’re excellent cuddlers,” Kael offered. “Award winning,” Riven added. I groaned and covered my face. “Goddess help me.” "You’re going to love this," Lunaryn purred. And the worst part? I already did. The closet was a fucking dream. I was still pacing through it slowly, fingers drifting over rich velvets and embroidered silks, when I saw it, an outfit I didn't even remember ever owning. Black leather. Silver clasps. Moon sigils. Reinforced stitching in the elbows, knees, and chest. Battle gear, but beautiful. Feminine. Form fitting in all the best ways.