Armor Synonym Novels & Stories

My belly churned with desire, my mouth dry with the longing to run my tongue along the dips in his muscles, down to trace the bulging vein that disappeared into his briefs. Damn it. Could he put on his clothes a little faster? I turned away, zipping up the back of my second skin, gathering the suits reminiscent of military armor with a perfect indention for the helmet. They were worn around the joints and reinforced with extra stitching. Practically molded to my body by now. A light shade of brown separates us from the black. Over the intercom, Benji announced, "We're as close as we're going to get. Ready when you are."

A cold air engulfs the cells as the door to the dungeon opens and a thin figure walks in. The person is wearing rusty green armor with the symbol of two salmons on it. He seems to be dragging his right foot as he steps closer. Anna can smell rotten meat and some kind of pungent stench which makes her gag. The figure comes under a dim light and Anna nearly screams.

He took it from me, then I got out of the car. I looked up at the building standing in front of me. It was huge. I had never seen anything like this in my life, not in reality anyways. It looked super glamorous and I was even scared that me getting in it would stain it. I looked down at myself. I was dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans with a bag hanging down my shoulder. I felt so out of place.

Moriah was gazing at his reflection. His tight black armor was made from iron, the breastplate was lined with transmuted thin craft of gold, the symbol of his army Wolf was carved in the left side of the plate. He saw his gesture in the mirror, as cold as always, two piercing and cruel eyes, small stubble around his chin. He blinked, slightly wondering why he was looking at himself, it was unlike of him. It was also a big day for him.

Dorian's Pov The ceremonial armor was made from the finest material collected by the generation of the Draven wealth. As I wore the armor it felt heavier than I expected. This was Ronan’s armor—my brother’s legacy now resting on my shoulders like a stolen crown. I stood before the mirror in my quarters, adjusting the silver breastplate with our family crest. The wolf and moon park emblem on the armor seemed to mock me, a constant reminder that I wore borrowed authority. But soon, I reminded myself, it would all be mine.

It was impenetrable. In the master suite of the bunker, Zara stood in front of a full-length mirror. She wasn't wearing her usual corporate blazers. She was wearing a gown designed for a shadow-cartel masquerade. It was a masterpiece of midnight-black velvet, clinging perfectly to her curves, with a plunging neckline and a dramatic slit up the thigh. Hidden seamlessly within the lining of the velvet was a layer of carbon-nanotube armor, capable of stopping a high-caliber bullet.

Torin asked, Callum just shrugged and chuckled as they walked further into the woods making their way to the clearing. They walked in silence for a while before stepping out into a clearing. There Albwin and Archie were already waiting, Torin let out a breath of relief as he saw Albwin was already changed into his usual scouting uniform of dark greens and browns and was repacking his pack. Archie also had a pack on the ground in front of him and was wearing the same belt that Callum had on. He tossed a set of clothes to Torin, dark grey tactical pants, a deep forest green t-shirt, matching green slip-on arm guards, and dark grey fingerless tactical gloves with grips along the palms and reinf

Thanks to Seraphina’s funding and Ironclaw’s logistics, they were a modern army. Matte black armor woven with carbon nanotubes and silver thread. Assault rifles modified to fire depleted uranium rounds (for armor piercing) and hollow points filled with wolfsbane (for rogues). But for the Hollow Men, we needed something else. "Bone," Silas said, walking into the armory with a crate. "If they are anti-magic, metal might conduct their Null field. We go primitive." He opened the crate.

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.

"I'm using lightweight materials, so it won't be too heavy when worn." I didn't understand at first. How could you "wear" a gun? It wasn't until the night before the parent-teacher meeting that I understood. In addition to the gun, Antoninus had also created two sets of armor. The armor looked exactly like the futuristic soldier from the video games we played. Thick armor covered the entire body, and the helmet was airtight. Even the fingers were covered with narrow, block-like armor pieces. There were just two different sizes: one large and one small.