Armored Vault 13 Jumpsuit Novels & Stories

A long charcoal coat with sculpted shoulders. A silk black jumpsuit with a single gold button. Trousers that whispered control with every step. Heels that didn’t need height to command attention. The assistant recognized me instantly. “Back so soon?” she asked with a grin. I smiled. “Just getting started.” She didn’t ask what for. She didn’t need to. She simply helped — gentle hands, quiet respect. I wasn’t shopping to impress anymore. I was choosing armor. And I was done apologizing for it.

The subterranean Vault beneath the Scrapyard finally felt like a home, albeit a heavily militarized one. Kara had transformed the back wall into a technological marvel. Using the server racks gutted from the Mobile Command Center, she had expanded their Hardline rig into a localized supercomputer. The ambient temperature in the room had risen ten degrees just from the heat of the processors. Leo was sitting on a heavy steel crate, meticulously cleaning the mechanisms of his newly acquired Juggernaut armor. The matte-black plating was thick enough to stop a 50-caliber round, and it featured an integrated exoskeleton that amplified his already prodigious strength. He looked at his reflection i

Reece has tears streaming down his face and he kept wringing his hands as if he didn't know what to do with them. Valiant smiled at him beneath the short veil on her face. Only her lips could be distinctly seen, eyes hidden on purpose. Her dress was simple, elegant and fitted. This lacey paneled dress with cap sleeves fell down on her calves showcasing the sky high white d'orsay designer pumps she glided in on. Her little bump was showing slightly and it was compact threading her hard abs. Dylan rushed in with his suit the same color and style as the other men and stood next to Madre while Regal reached for him. If he and Reece had on the same suit, they could be twins, with different eye co

Jack whispered, a breathtaking, genuine smile stretching across his face. Marcus stood a half-step behind him, exactly where the Bastion was supposed to be. The boxer wore a sleek, sleeveless combat rig of dark grey kinetic fabric that highlighted the heavy, scarred muscle of his massive arms. His hands were bound in fresh, pristine athletic tape, but beneath the fabric, the Liquid Silver mana was already simmering, coiled and ready.

"I hoped I would never have to open it. But I built it for you." He turned to his son. "Alex," Jackson pointed to a suit. "You are the leader now." Alex walked up to a mannequin. The suit was sleek, black, woven with optic fibers. It had a built-in neural link for hacking on the fly. "This is..." Alex touched the fabric. "Polymer mesh. Bulletproof. And it syncs with your glasses," Jackson said. Next, Jackson turned to Mia. "My fighter." He handed her a pair of collapsed batons made of dark metal. "Vibranium alloy. Shock absorption. And the boots have magnetic soles for climbing."

A ceramic coffee mug shattered against the tiles with a sharp crack, but neither of them flinched. Grabbing the hem of his dark t-shirt, Jordan ripped it over his head and threw it blindly across the room. The cold air hit his sweat-slicked torso. He reached for her, his calloused hands grabbing the thick, baggy fabric of the grey hoodie she used to hide her frame. Amberly raised her arms, letting him pull the heavy sweater off. It joined his shirt on the floor. She stood before him in the dim, grey light of the storm, shivering. The brutal, restrictive canvas chest binder flattened her breasts, secured by a row of tight metal hooks. It was the armor she wore to survive his father's regime.

However, at that moment, when the armor is raising its foot, arrows from behind us shoot and hit the armor. While one arrow explodes and unleashes a net that wraps around the Iron Fist armor, the second arrow explodes into a familiar foam. It bubbles up quickly, eating and swallowing up part of the net. With the foam holding the net firmly down and the Iron Fist standing on one foot, it becomes unsteady and falls to the floor. "Go, go, go," QuickShot shouts as she runs up from behind us. "JumpStart!" "I got it," JumpStart says as he runs up to the armor. Struggling to get free from the net, the armor can't do anything when JumpStart lands on it. He pokes around for a bit before finding what

I had never actually seen snow before, but they said that the second you passed the border into the Beastial lands, the land turned into miles of dense snowy forests and mountains. I packed the winter set of leathers into my bag along with my other spare set before wearing the third set. The pants were similar to our uniform ones, but they were a little smoother of a material and tighter fitting. The vest that went over the uniform undershirts had plated leather armor all along the chest and back, along with sewn-in sheaths for the daggers that we had been issued the first week. The winter set was similar, but instead of just a vest, it was a lined, armor-plated jacket. They had also supplie

He growled at me, making me growl back at him. “We are practicing sparring today. Get rid of your extra clothing or it will only benefit me. Because I will be coming at you, hard.” He growled as he was wrapping his knuckles with the bandages. I pulled my jacket and the shirt off. I was left in my tank top and skinny sweats.

“This should help protect you from that awful device.” Arnold holds the vest in his hands, looking down at it with a combination of revulsion and awe. “This is another thing that ought to have never been created. A moon rabbit pelt is a sacred thing, not to be bartered away or sliced up for parts.” “We can destroy it once this is all over,” I promise him. “For now, just use it to stay safe.” Arnold sighs, setting the armor down. “Come back in about an hour,” he tells me. “Knock three times, so I know that it’s you.”