Arknights Jacket Novels & Stories

A warrior instead of a decorative luna. Elena knocked at half past eleven. "Nervous?" she asked. "Terrified." "You'll manage. You're not the same wolf he rejected. He'll see that immediately." She handed me a leather jacket. "Put this on. It has the pack colors. Makes clear where your loyalty lies." I pulled the jacket on. The Shadowcrest crest was emblazoned across the back. A silver crescent moon above crossed branches. Subtle, but unmistakable. We walked to the conference room together. Kade was already there, along with Marcus, Reid, and two wolves I didn't recognize. All warriors. All prepared for violence if the meeting went wrong.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

From Xialn’s side of the tree, he gets a good look at them as they entered and notices that the two following the taller one is women as well but their armor that covers their body and faces reminds him of something that his late wife once told him, a tale of how she came to be within the wildlands and married to a dark elf like him. Through his mind, Xialn speaks in a firm tone so that Butcher and Catarina can hear the depths of his voice. “The dreadknot is a vessel with a main purpose of colonizing. The armor that they wear is the same that my wife once wore back before the floods. It protects them.” There is a brief silence within his mind with no responses until the druid speaks. “What d

They claim I can’t get pregnant if they have sex but I’m not taking the risk. “Ready?” Austra smiles at me. I absentmindedly stoke the heavy red velvet robe that she hangs over my shoulders. The trim is made of the fur of rabbits that Gunther and Aminta hunted together. The chain which prevents my robe from falling off of my shoulders is fastened to the robe with two dragon scales. Showing my royal dragon lineage of reminding every queen after me that we have ties to the dragons. My gown is a floor length tight deep navy blue satin with a black lace overlay. The split is thigh high and the neckline shows a generous amount of cleavage. Zared is wearing a suit with a tailcoat in the same navy

He also wore a black hooded jacket with a high collar that shields his neck from the cold. The jacket had zippers on the sleeves and pockets on the sides, which provided easy access to his weapons. Underneath the jacket, he has a tight black shirt that clings to his chest and abdomen. The shirt has long sleeves that cover his arms to the wrist. His pants are also black and are made of a flexible material that allows him to move with ease. They have a slim fit and reach down to his ankles.

she said immediately, tugging off her gloves, “I didn’t think you were a ‘group pastries and conversation’ kind of girl.” Across from me, Nyra adjusted her sleeve with slow precision, lowering herself into her chair like the whole endeavor was a presentation she was prepared to endure, but not necessarily enjoy. She wore an embroidered slate-blue jacket with lapel runes so sharp I was pretty sure they had layered enchantments woven into the threadwork. There was a thin leather-bound volume in her hand—which she did not put away.

He would surely be overwhelmed. But seeing this, Reno let out a laugh. It was a childish kind of laugh. “Took you long enough, Jill. I knew you were preparing something for me, and I’ve been waiting for you to complete the present you have for me,” Reno said. Milo and the others behind him were shocked to their core. This armor—with its brightness and active presence—made it clear that it was king-tier. This was something extremely rare, yet Jill had a full set. Even the boots—and now, with activation, a helmet that covered from his neck to his jaw—had appeared.

“No. Ew. Too frilly. Definitely not. Is this a blanket? Who picked these… Rosa’s dead aunt? Wait…back up. LEATHER. Bottom rack. Behind the church choir outfits.” “I’m not even in the damn choir!” I snapped. But my hand was already moving, reaching down despite everything. There it was. Black, matte leather pants. Laced up the sides with enough edge to scream I’m free and I bite at the same time. Nyxara made a satisfied noise that was entirely too sensual. “Yesss. Now pair it with that cropped black tank. You know, the one Rosa tried to hide behind the bulky sweaters.” I found it. Tossed it on the bed. Boots followed. A charcoal jacket with silver buttons sealed the look.

Empty. My hands fly to my chest. My shirt is thin. Just a cotton tank top under the flannel shirt I threw on when I woke up. I’m cold. "Where's your jacket?" Drakon asks, looking at my shivering arms. "I..." I think back. The ranch house. The living room. I took it off when Silas arrived. It was hot by the fire. I draped it over the back of the leather armchair. The leather jacket. The one Zara gave me. The one with the wolf painted on the back.

She pushed me over to a mannequin with an Voltant inspired outfit. Inspired by what she calls a thief look but with a regal touch, flare jean pants that reached to a set of black wedge sneaker that had red wings on the side like running shoes. A black leather jacket with long claw marks that were imprinted on the back of the jacket just as a Griffin would. It had silver buttons of feathers connecting together,with a hoodie in the back as well. Under was a red plain halter shirt, surrounding the look had more feathers and on the pouch of the hand purse that was on the side was the symbol of feathered wings pilled with a crown and gold.