Arknights Jacket Novels & Stories

I have a silly reflex to hold her tighter, then I convince myself to accept this wolf's help, as I wouldn't be able to carry my sister in my arms even with all my willpower. It's when Azerai picks up Arina and holds her against his chest that the cloak Miguel covered her with slides down a little and I see something that leaves my mind numb for a few seconds. She is still dressed in the robe we used to wear on Goddess Island. It is frayed, torn, dirty and stained with old and new blood. On top of all this, the sleeve on his right arm looks...empty. I reach out and touch that arm, but my fingers find only the fabric.

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

How was I supposed to get a hold of myself till I found my mate if my core was hurting so much? Despite the rain, I went through my wardrobe and picked up the most revealing dress I could find. It was a red silk lingerie that barely covered my large breasts and a matching panty set. I covered it up with a see-through jacket that reached my ankles and slung a purse across my shoulders. The city of Auradon was about to welcome the most sorted after tavern worker.

Xander chimes in, clapping his hands three times. I giggle and leave the packhouse, making my way to Mama Lil and Papa Garren's cottage. - An hour later we are all ready to go. They guys are all dressed casually. Arkham looks so handsome in a pair of white shorts and a black summer button-up shirt, his tattoos are on shown. He has smart sports shoes on. He's also wearing two silver necklaces, and his hair is styled perfectly messy and sexy. What the hell is wrong with me!?!?

But she comforted herself with the remembrance that anything worth doing was worth doing well, and if it took years to find Rigel and destroy every single one of his followers with a shred of loyalty to him, then she was willing to wait. Careful hands smoothed down the soft fabric of her clothes as she took in her reflection in the mirror. Her outfit was simple: a navy blue high-collar jacket that was slim-fitted around the bust and waist and flowed down to a few inches above her knees, where a pair of dark pants tucked into a solid pair of black boots.

She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket. "Whah?" "Your clan leader ordered this specifically for you. A long time ago." Jhan, always full of mysteries. I collected the jacket and put it on. I liked it. Leya looked at me in surprise. "Okay Leya, I gotta go help our friends okay." She nodded. "Stay here and stay safe." I had almost cracked away when I heard the adjudicator shout, "wait!" I turned around to face her. Wondering what it might be this time.

One was black, one silver. “I had them made when you were born,” Aries said. “They’re real steel, real balance. And soon, they’ll feel like feathers in your hand.” Alex blinked several times before whispering, “Thank you… Uncle Aries.” Aurora followed, her arms carrying a softer gift. She handed him a bundle wrapped in white silk. Inside was a handcrafted training jacket—deep navy with silver lining and embroidery that mirrored the wolves of the Gamma bloodline. On the inner collar, stitched in her delicate script, was a note:

But, again, she was being nice as she didn't have the right to object. The armor was forged from the finest silver, intricately etched with ancient symbols that symbolized strength and protection as Alpha Raven had explained to her. It hugged her form snugly, providing both flexibility and durability. The chest plate featured a magnificent wolf emblem, a testament to her status as a member of the pack and a warrior in her own right. Her gauntlets were crafted from reinforced leather, offering a combination of dexterity and defense. Each finger was equipped with silver claws, honed to deadly precision. A silver-trimmed cloak billowed behind her, offering an ethereal aura as she moved.

Adhara stares at the long silver gown hanging inside her closet and a pair of shoes still inside their box. She sighs and sits on the couch, wondering if she should attend the invitation Jarckon sent. After all, she is no longer interested in attending his party, his birthday celebration that everyone in the castle is talking about. Why does she need to wear that fancy dress? And why should she come to his celebration? She’s no longer interested. Today is Jarckon’s twenty-fifth birthday. Everyone is invited and coming to attend his birthday celebration—the wolf clans of the world.

It looked like these fashion branding items, but it was quite big. "Did you put this here?" He asked me and I shook my head. So I got up and walked over to his bed. Slowly and skeptically, he opened the box cover and we saw two pairs of neatly folded uniforms, two full sets, with black shoes and a sticky note that says, 'No coming out dressed in mufty'. He brought out the jacket, which had the badge, 'Ravenlake academy' on it, with Austin's name tag on the other part.