Armored Vault 13 Jumpsuit Novels & Stories

(Briana POV) “I’d like to get to know your people a little before they know who I am. I don’t want them acting differently around me just because I’m the future Luna. I want to join them in drills so I can see how they fight.” An hour later I’ve had breakfast and I’m wearing what has to be the costliest items I’ve ever donned in my life. The leather pants are buttery soft against my skin. Key areas are reinforced with some type of steel mesh, which is unexpectedly comfortable to move in. The form fitting shirt is made of the same fabric, the armor covering the chest, back and stomach.

The beam that formed was unstable, erratic frequency, similar to what we had documented from Netherborne encounters. It fired and the impact was violent. The Aegis armor was thrown backward into the reinforced wall. For half a second, the plating flickered dangerously. Inferno surged within me instinctively, but I held him. "Let the system respond." The armor’s white channels ignited. The linked network flared. Three Crimson Vaults activated simultaneously. Energy redistributed. Plating restructured. The beam dissipated and the armor dropped back to standing position. Damaged but intact. Lucien’s voice was low. “Seventy-three percent integrity remaining.” Zenith closed her eyes briefly. She

Charlotte saw hanging Cuirass with faulds and tassets plate metal armor set in front of an old house, then she realized that she's already in Alabama as she remembered reading a book regarding their clothes. She took it and hid in the cave next to the house to change her clothes. She put it on her body and her armor suits her well. She left her old clothes and left the cave. When she exited the cave, two men of the same height wearing full metal armor on their whole bodies and heads confronted her. They have long hair and blue eyes. "Who are you? And what are you doing in Alabama?" asked the warrior on the left.

"I know, Moya Ptichka. I know." The next few minutes were a jumble. Javier came back with all of this gear I didn't really know how to use. A bulletproof vest that seemed to rest too heavy on my shoulders. An earpiece buzzing with static. A gun that I clutched as if it were going to blow up in my palms. Kade's soldiers shifted with efficient routine, loading into black SUVs idling in the underground garage.

And just like Madam Kim said , will he be able to bring himself to support her ? ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ "Chelsea are you okay ?" Madam Kim brought her back to the Guardian Knights training hall, without a hitch during their journey neither of them spoke about Lovers and dreams . After bringing her back , Madam Kim showed her how to trigger her battle armour - the dress madam Kim gave her came with a leather belt with a small oceanic blue , jewel lodged in the centre of the the belt. If Chelsea wanted to turn the battle armour on and off ,all she needed to do was to pour a bit of mana in the jewel and the magical armour will appear and disappear.

Violet’s POV I stood in the middle of my room in nothing but my underwear, staring at the pile of Hunt gear like it had personally betrayed me. Black reinforced leather pants which were tight enough to make breathing optional. A cropped, sleeveless top made of some kind of weird animal-scale weave that clung to every curve and left my midriff completely bare. Arm guards etched with runes that glowed faintly when I flexed, thigh holsters and knee-high boots with hidden blades in the soles.

He offered a shield. I was dressed in the black suit he’d provided—a razor-sharp Alexander McQueen that fit like a second skin. It wasn't feminine; it was an armor. My hair was pulled back into a braid so tight it felt like it was holding my skull together. I carried the black leather briefcase like a detonator.

I look around as Gunner slowly gets off of me, Dean and Issac getting dressed in battle gear I didn’t even know they had. Gunner starts getting dressed as well and Dean comes over and hands me some clothes. I look down at the leather jumpsuit like it’s harmed me, then up at Dean. “Why do I need to wear that?” I ask him and he glances at the window… The broken window. “It has armor built into it. It’ll help keep you protected. They’re here. Clearly, whatever plans they had, have failed. We need to get ready.” He tells me, and I glance back to Dean with a nod, grabbing the suit and starting to take off my clothes to change.

nothing… but a living suit of armor holding a large blackish shield with a large darkened sword without a single electric charge deduced from any of it. “Oh, I see. This is one of the abominable armour the trivial Inhumanes made, told it could divide mountains in half with a single strike of its sword.” He pointed out, “I don’t even see any holes on it, how are you even breathing in that confused disordered jumble of a thing you called an armour.” “You know nothing, ponytail.” Aje coldly spoke through the blackened armour. Abbey groaned with a thought. Another Jared to beat.

You two ride at the fore. Raven read the words. Nodded once—small, steady. She felt the cold place inside her rise like a tide, eager, ready. Victoria’s hand found hers under the table; fingers laced tight. They suited up in the armory—Valrosian battle armor fitted perfectly now: blackened steel plates over dark leather, obsidian scale at shoulders and chest, crimson cloaks edged with protective runes. Raven’s midnight-blue dress stayed folded in their room; today was for war, not silk.