Armored Vault 13 Jumpsuit Novels & Stories

To finish her morning routine she walked towards her room to prepare some makeup, nothing too strong, a well done skin, a simple contour, an eyelash mask and a natural color lipstick to not be too forced. Now she was completely ready, she could go to the door, her entrance time was at eight, but on the first day the indication was to arrive earlier to register the fingerprint at the entrance of the building, looking at her cell phone she could see that she got ready incredibly fast, it was seven o'clock in the morning, she put her black leather backpack on her back and finally opened the door, meeting André standing there, he was apparently going to call her and that was really nice of him,

the man repeated, his voice as cold as death itself. As he spoke, his aura grew more feral, exuding a savage and volatile energy akin to a wild beast's roar. His body trembled, and his black robe billowed violently. His sleeves tore apart, scattering into the air like shredded fabric. In that instant, a rust-covered armor emerged, encasing the man's body and leaving only half his face exposed. Chase's expression hardened. "A battle armor?" He had witnessed the power of such armor before in Capital City. An armor like this offered near-impenetrable defense, capable of withstanding even the most potent strikes.

I put on thin heels the same color as the piece of clothing and then I tied my hair in a thin cap, pulling a short, light brown wig from one of the drawers that reached above my shoulders, placing it with ease and practice. The time was something that didn't make me so tense, perhaps a little due to the fact that the traitor was already at the hotel, but I tried to stay calm... very calm. I took a deep breath and walked over to the box on my bed, remembering the brace and having to undo the straps of the jumpsuit and drag it down to my hips and free my belly. As soon as I got the modified style of a military vest, I adjusted it over my entire belly, from below my breasts to near my hips, fas

He asked sarcastically, "But what does that have to do with me? Also, you said something about Wearson Valley and Light Armor. What do these things have to do with me?" The Black Bishop seemed shocked and responded, "You knew about Light Valley, and you have the Light Gloves. The Light Armor has finally appeared. Shouldn't you be happy about that? The Light Armor is from the middle dimension, after all. It's an armor created by the power of the universe's law from the middle dimension. It's almost impervious to all damage from the lower dimension. If you have the Light Armor, that's akin to gaining invincibility. No one can defeat you."

“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.”

My brows knitted in the middle. Jared shrugged, reaching under the counter, producing a long rectangular box secured by a huge black ribbon. “I have a plan, and that includes pleasing our billionaire alpha friend, Seth Hawkins.” He opened the box, and inside lay the most hideous suit I had ever seen. It was white with blue and silver embellishments shimmering under the overhead lights. Grinning like a cheshire cat, Jared pulled out a knee-high boots and a fucking sword. “No. Abso-fucking-lutely not!”

"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.

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.