Arknights Jacket Novels & Stories

Their gestures lifted my spirits, if only slightly. And then Nathan stood. From behind his chair, he retrieved a sleek package wrapped in dark leather. He walked over to me, standing almost too close, his piercing blue eyes softening as he held it out. "A leather jacket," he explained before I could ask. "Custom-made with protective features. Reinforced against most silver-based attacks. I remember you mentioning once how you hated wearing overly restrictive armor." I gingerly unwrapped the package and unfolded the jacket. It was perfect—sturdy yet lightweight, with little details that showed his attention to my preferences.

I let it be my armor. Tomorrow morning, I will meet her for sure. Dawn hit fast the next day. Cold teeth gnashing on the horizon. The Aeris sits like a black promise on the tarmac, low belly gleaming, impatient. Jalen stands by the open hatch like a statue carved from quiet. He has his face on, no questions, only readiness. That steadiness calms the part of me that still trembles. I wear something simple. Dark. A jacket that bites the air when I move. The obsidian hangs under my collar, cold against my skin.

We reached the arena’s door and I pulled on my jacket waiting as Aurora took the handle to pull it open. As usual eyes fell on me but it was nothing new seeing as I was used to it. Today, unlike the party where they had all seen me glammed up, I was dressed in my pack’s – Blue Claw – warrior outfit. It was what I had to fight in. Fitted brown leathered pants, armored straps attached to the sleeves of my shirt and a jacket where I could hide my knives should in case I would need them in a fight.

Njar smirked back. Akryn chuckled, pulling the white t-shirt up over his head. The chuckle was half hearted . He turned to Njar, going to say something to him when Njar snatched the boxers off the desk and chucked them at him. Arkyn laughed, grabbing them and pulling them on. He then pulled the dark pair of jeans on. He held his hands up to Njar asking if he was good now. Njar laughed and went to head to the door. “Njar..” Arkyn said quietly.

He yawned once more and closed his eyes for a nap. He was rudely shaken awake a few hours later. Kronos's eyes shot open to see a village soldier standing over him, contempt in his eyes. He wore the dress uniform of the Sintar Dragon Tribe. A jet black and scarlet silk jacket with golden trim, white cotton long sleeved button dress shirt, jet black silk dress pants tucked over fine brown leather boots. His blue bandanna signified his superior ranking to Kronos. Flustered, Kronos scrambled to his feet and bowed at the waist to show respect.

The procurement of new combat silks and custom-molded plating occupied our entire operational schedule the following day, requiring visits to three separate master armorers in the Peakclaw District, followed by stops at tactical suppliers and a high-grade polymer warehouse. None of the specialized gear would be cleared for deployment by the time Lyra Braveheart’s gathering initiated the next evening, but despite my mother’s critical analysis of my inventory, my wolf felt perfectly insulated in a tailored, leaf-green tactical jacket reinforced with darker carbon-fiber trim at the collar and impact-resistant bindings along the cuffs. A fresh crimson silk shoulder wrap provided an effective con

Arden pulled it out slowly and held it up in front of him. The suit was deep navy blue, almost black, but when light touched it, a subtle shine appeared. It was clearly custom-made, fitted to perfection. The jacket was slim but elegant, structured at the shoulders and slightly tapered at the waist, giving it a sharp but graceful look. The buttons were dark silver, simple but classy. The inner lining was a soft gray, smooth to the touch. Arden ran his fingers over the fabric, feeling how soft yet firm it was. “This is… beautiful,” he murmured.

The heavy, reinforced iron doors of the royal palace swung open. Natalia walked out onto the grand balcony, her silver-white hair catching the full, blinding glare of the sun. She wore the formal Coronation armor of the United Sea and Land Empire—a seamless synthesis of dark, titanium-weave plates and shimmering white-gold filigree. Across her shoulders hung a magnificent cloak of midnight blue, pinned with the newly forged crest: a roaring Lycan wolf gripping a three-layered compass rose.

Odda looked over to me, “probably for good reason.” All of the boys were wearing similar outfits to Mani each with a little variety but nothing that was going to stand right out. Conrad for example had a few metals decorating his jacket that I guessed was something to do with the royal guard. Hectyr’s jacket was slightly more worn than all the other boys’. It looked more like a hand me down possibly from Conrad if I guessed their dynamic correctly.

On the same side where pack emblems are stitched, Madfur’s double slanting crescents led by an astra. Differently simple attire, Zaetron Cole Alderhaw of Nightshade pack remains smoking hot on his deep charcoal turtle neck inner, matched with auburn vest, and lastly, a melanoid suit. His long red-tinted hair was tied up and his trimmed facial hair, all adds up to his drop-dead appearance. “Are we not starting yet?” Keith whispered to his dad’s ears. Zaetron draw an inch away from him and looked him straight to his eyes. “Not until all the Alphas arrive,” he answered.