Armored Vault 13 Jumpsuit Novels & Stories

"We’re leaving. Now. Aris, get the transport ready. We move to the secondary vault in the Alps." "The Alps won't save you," a voice boomed, but it didn't come from the speakers. It came from the hallway outside. The doors to the grand hall were kicked open with a force that sent splinters of wood flying into the room. A man stood in the threshold. He was taller than Dante, his frame lean and corded with unnatural muscle. He wore a suit of matte black armor that seemed to absorb the light. But it was his face that stopped everyone’s breath.

“I still can’t believe we live in the same building. It’s—” Victor pushes me back against his front door. I gasp as he drops to his knees in front of me. He reaches up between my breasts and unzips my costume all the way down to my ankles. I wanted to go as the traditional Harley Quinn, so I wore a black and red jumpsuit that looks like a court jester’s costume. But instead of the hat, I let my dark curls run wild. I got the suit a few years ago when I was a little thinner, so it’s snug all over me and not just in certain places. It feels like a second skin, but it actually gave me some extra confidence tonight. Enough that I’ve been far bolder than I ever have with anyone before.

“Morning, warrior-to-be! Let’s get you dressed for victory.” I eyed the pile she dumped on the bed: high-end leggings with reinforced panels, moisture-wicking tops, and sports bras that looked more like fashion statements than functional wear. “These look… expensive. And tight. I was thinking sweats.” Amara waved that away with a grin. “Sweats are for hiding. You need to feel powerful. Who knows who might be watching you out there?” She winked, clearly enjoying herself. “A certain tall, scarred Alpha who’s been extra attentive lately? Come on, try the black set. It’ll hug everything in the right way and still let you move.”

Designed by Arthur Vance to look like a standard corporate reclamation transport, the vehicle was reinforced with military-grade ballistic plating and equipped with a localized active-stealth cloak. ​Vivian adjusted the collar of her sleek, charcoal-gray logistics uniform. It was a flawless replica of a high-tier Kane Group executive outfit, complete with the gold-threaded lapel pins that signified uninhibited trade clearance. At her hip sat her compact, suppressed sidearm, hidden beneath the folds of the tailored fabric.

He sighed in relief and hugged me once I reached him. "We have less than ten minutes." I nod and look at all the warriors surrounding the barriers. Armor sat on all the wolves, the inside made of soft silk but the outside made of silver. Eli started to carefully put some armor on me, my legs wobbled at the weight. Victoria gave me some of her strength so I could actually stand up straight. Eli shifted next to me I couldn't help but smile at my new height. Someone put the armor on him, his legs being able to take it with ease.

With no spirit animal, she would not feel a pull or connection, although she did look at him and blush whenever in his presence, so maybe she did feel something and I was wrong. The factory in Avon Wilts had finally finished fabricating the armor suits for the army. A total of just over three thousand were manufactured, and the armor was split into four. A shipment came here, one to the Kodiak kingdom, where Abner Brooks was still holding the fort. Another went to the New Moon pack and the fourth was sent to Tawny in the kingdom of Cambiador. Tawny and Crimson were still trying to pull the kingdom together and recover from all the attacks they had suffered.

I look up, and he's smiling. "All of you will get fitted into fighting gear tomorrow. In the meantime, I asked one of the tailors to make something for you. Look in the red box on the second shelf." I smile up at him before walking over to the large red box. Taking off the top, I see a beautiful bronze shield made for a woman's body. When I remove that, there's a black leather skirt that has slits cut into it so I can move freely. It has shorts attached inside, making it more like a skort. I lift it and admire the intricate belt that's attached. There is also a black leather crop top. It's perfect. I know I'll need actual armor, but at least this makes me stand out yet still look like a warr

“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

"You'll have it all by the end of the day…" "Oh, and one more thing. The army has a contract with a lab that's been making graphene bulletproof vests. They're still just prototypes, but I'm sure you and the general have plenty of connections. It's a flexible, micro-ventilated, ergonomic, ultrathin armor. I need two— I'll send the measurements." Without another word, she left and headed for Liam's office—only to find the most disgustingly sappy scene she'd ever witnessed: a girl sitting on the floor, clutching Liam's leg, sobbing uncontrollably, while her brand-new husband was red with frustration.

I asked. “I had them designed for you, so I know every detail,” he said, winking at me. I chuckled, sitting down to wear the jumpsuit. The material is so thick. He also removed his clothes, wearing the same suit as me. I struggled to wear the suit, but once I got my legs in, it was easy. I put it in my hands and adjusted the armpit side. “Wow, very comfortable,” I said, stretching.