Armor Synonym Novels & Stories

Approaching the threat, I compare his clothing to my own. I am wearing a heavy model T-armor. The armor is incredibly dense and thick. "If I am seen in this armor," I think, "Then I will be easily spotted." Stripping the threat of his clothing, I put on a beanie, a jacket, and a pair of pants. Now that I am camouflaged, I can move around easily. "Activating target list." The list of targets I must destroy appears in my eye. "QuickShot. SpeedBlade. Ms. Justice. JumpStart. Must destroy targets as soon as possible."

"Girl! You should see your face right now, peace mocked." "Will you ever be on my side? Ugh!" "No, never she sings." Finally, after five tormenting hours on makeup and hairstyling, they think it's time to set me free. Peace showed me the three dresses, Alex picked for me and honestly, they are all breathtaking. One is a purple sleeveless body con gown that looks fitting. It is neither short nor long. It is beautiful. The other is a long strapless red gown. It shines brightly under the dim light and I can tell that It fit in perfectly, as it curves around my waist nicely but then, it's too revealing for my likeness.

POV: CADE MERRICK The sound of metal hitting stone was the only thing I could hear inside the cold, concrete armory of the Sentinel Outpost. I sat at my workbench under the bright lights, focused on the weapon in front of me. I checked my customized heavy rifle, pulling the bolt back to make sure the chamber was clear before sliding a fresh magazine into place. Everything I carried was made for one thing: killing. My tactical vest was lined with iron plates covered in protective runes, my forearms were wrapped in dark leather marked with anti-magic wards, and my belt held several small vials that could slow down dangerous creatures.

skin. It was ridiculous. It was glorious. The armor was polished gold with glowing blue runic etchings. Massive pauldrons shaped like lion heads sat on his shoulders, breathing digital steam. Every time he moved, little sparkles of light trailed behind him like fairy dust. "You look like a disco ball had a baby with a tank," Jinx laughed. She was sitting on the edge of the holographic table, her avatar swinging its legs. She was wearing her new "Shadow-Stalker" set—sleek, violet leather with a hood that trailed smoke and a mask that displayed a shifting 8-bit emote. Currently, it was a xD face.

the healer said. He wore a suit of armor made of silver and steel, with intricate engravings that depicted the history of his pack. The armor was polished to a shine and was adorned with symbols of his rank and authority. The chest plate of the armor was emblazoned with the symbol of the wolf, representing his strength and leadership as the Alpha of the pack. The gauntlets and greaves were adorned with intricate designs, and the helmet that he wore was adorned with a fierce-looking wolf's head.

Sound the alert to every ally we have. Lyra moved like lightning. The pack sirens howled to life. Wolves shifted and sprinted. I felt the old, narrow focus wash over me—hunt, protect, survive. As a technologist, I’d put a lot of myself into the pack’s defense. My ultimate failsafe was ugly and beautiful: two mechanical wolf armors, engineered to swallow bullets, deflect heat, and purge wolfsbane gas. They can camouflage, self-regenerate when damaged, and depend on a proprietary interface—skin contact, blood pins—so only my twin and I can use them. The suits are light, lethal, and designed to make a single soldier into an entire battalion.

She pulled back just enough to look at me. “What are you planning now?” There it was. Not if. What. I took a breath. “I’m designing armor,” I said. Her brows rose. “Armor?” “Personal combat armor,” I clarified. “For the Shadows. Lightweight. Flexible. Resistant to silver, wolfsbane, spell penetration. Something that doesn’t slow them down, but doesn’t let them die easily either.” Her hand tightened in my coat. “You’re preparing for casualties.” “I’m preparing to prevent them.”

I haven't seen you since basic training. Sufy - D-Don't identify me by my chest size! Sufy wears a full armor colored white and have yellow outlines she also wears a purple visor, you can see her mouth from her helmet but that's about it. The rest of her body is covered by the full plate armor, but if not for her voice and the design of the armor people might think of her as a man... Ramius - When you're wearing armor, it's hard to see your face.

He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor. Lyra’s armor was a masterpiece, a combination of sleek silver and deep blue. The breastplate was etched with subtle wolf motifs, a nod to her Lycan heritage, and accented with shimmering gemstones that glowed faintly with protective enchantments. The design allowed for flexibility, ensuring that she could move with the grace and speed her wolf demanded.

Asura pointed sharply at his younger brother with his index finger. The fire demon screamed loudly and pulled out the weapon taken from the volcano earlier. From Arya Santanu's chest came a dark red armor with the symbol of the sun. The armor immediately covered Arya Santanu's entire body and merged with the fire demon's gloves and shoes. "What?! Asura is using his armor?!" Hiranyaksipu knew very well the power of the armor. For a moment, his hands trembled. Arya Santanu's head was protected by a visor adorned with a crown made of red flame. But if you looked closely, the crown was floating just above Arya Santanu's head. The crown was not fused with her head protector.