Armor Synonym Novels & Stories

Attached to the end were four high-grade assault rifles and two heavy suits of tactical body armor. "I've hacked the rig's automated defenses," the Ghost said. "You have a five-minute window to board before they reboot. Move." Leo grabbed one of the rifles, checking the chamber. He handed the other to Silas. Silas winced as he took it, his shoulder screaming, but his grip was steady. "Armor," Silas said. They strapped on the kevlar vests. It was bulky, heavy, but it made them look like soldiers. Leo helped Silas tighten the straps, his hands lingering on Silas’s chest.

On the day of departure, the entire clan gathered near the main gate of the valley, standing in solemn silence. They did not cheer, they simply watched quietly as Rayden walked past them. He no longer wore his ascetic robes. He now wore the Shadow Ice Armor, a lightweight yet incredibly sturdy bluish-black leather armor capable of absorbing light and blending into shadows. At his waist hung the Frozen Moon Blade, a long, slender sword forged from eternal ice, radiating a biting cold.

“Try it out. The recoil on that one is practically non-existent. It’s custom-built for speed and precision. The kind of weapon that doesn’t just take a man down—it sends a message.” I raised it, testing the aim. The sight aligned perfectly, and the weight didn’t strain my wrist. I pulled the trigger on an empty chamber, the click sharp and satisfying. “Not bad. What about armor?” Dimitri stepped to the side, pulling out a sleek, black bulletproof vest. “Level IIIA. Lightweight but tough. Handles rounds up to .44 magnum without breaking a sweat. And if you’re looking for something more discreet…” He held up a vest that looked like a casual jacket. “This one’s for when you want to blend in but

He wore a red hoodie, black jeans, black and red sneakers, and a black visor, with his curly afro coming out of the top. His jewelry glistened under the sunlight, and I was just happy to see him. Walking over, I kept my eyes on the ground until I reached him. His sneakers came into view, and I let my eyes trail up to meet his gaze. I gave him a small smile, but his face remained blank.

Rain lashed against the camera lens, but the picture was clear enough to freeze my blood. A team of six figures was advancing on the main gate. They weren't wolves. They were humans—or something that looked human—clad in sleek, black matte armor that covered every inch of their skin. They moved with terrifying synchronization, like a single organism rather than individual soldiers. No wasted movements. No hesitation. One of them raised a large, boxy weapon attached to his arm. THWUMP.

I did a few jabs, and the sound of the gloves crinkling made me feel…powerful. I looked into the mirror. The armor made me look tough – tougher than I’d ever felt. It was mainly black, but a red stripe followed along the outside of the arms and legs, adding a pop of color to it that distinguished it from other all-black armor. I still didn’t understand why he had given me this. I was his fake Luna, not a member of his army. These leathers were prestigious, something that meant a wolf was a close member of his pack. They were earned, not given.

My hand went to touch it, and I let out a gasp as a jolt of electricity shot through me. It was the same thing I had felt whenever Sin was near. “I've been searching around for you.” I jerked whilst gripping the sink. I glared at Sin as he stood at the doorway. He dressed casually. He had changed into stonewashed jeans. I hadn't seen a man that pulled off faded jeans so well. He had discarded the plain shirt he donned earlier, leaving his upper body bare. And I drank in his feature greedily. His abs even seemed more defined than ever, and I wondered if he had been doing some sort of training I didn't know of.

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”

“Did they also charge you credits for your hair tie?” Recalling how expensive it was, Liu Feng scowled. “Yes.” Seeing how he refused to disclose how much it cost, Akiko did not probe further and paid the NPC 300 credits to receive her slime skin armour. Apart from the very eye-catching orange colour, the slime skin armour was soft and flexible. It felt like water in her hands, and Akiko decided to wear it beneath her clothes to avoid attention, logging out for a little while to change in her virtual room instead of in the dungeons.

CRIMSON STILL 3 1/2 MONTHS EARLIER Tomorrow, we leave for Riocht and as I look around at our warriors packing up trucks with weapons and other equipment, a forlorn feeling creeps in knowing that not every soldier will come back with us. Gillian and a few other mates and wives are handing out special uniforms that Alpha Lamia had commissioned. We were sent four hundred of the metallic materialled outfits. They were lightweight and the fabric acted as a shield for our bodies, and they stretched and rolled when we shifted. Tawny and Mason had given us a demonstration of their uses. And although they couldn’t prevent a sword or arrow from piercing us, they did deflect teeth and claws from sinkin