Avenger Time Travel Suit Novels & Stories

But once it settled a little, they could now see someone that seemed different. He was in an armored suit that was customized in red from head to toe. All his body except his head could be seen. And just by looking at it the men could tell the suit was more advanced than whatever Draxen had. They’ve seen him use many technology to create weapons before and that was his fathers profession but right now they can’t deny that Kaelithar was saying the truth in some way when he said something about living in the future when they were still in the past.

"I don't think I ever truly loved Jason. I never felt this for him. What I feel for you is so foreign in comparison. I know, I shouldn't be comparing. I just felt like I was so quick to settle because I felt time was running out for me. So, when Jason came along, I accepted him. It didn't matter that I probably deserved better. He was a means to an end." A tightness filled my chest, "Your time isn't running out." Confusion laced her words, "What do you mean?" "Once you shift, you age a lot slower and can outlive the average human by, at least, a hundred years. You have time. You have time to feel more comfortable in this relationship and with me. You have time to start that family you want.

Charlotte smiled at the image of this beauty drinking orange juice all dressed up and ready to walk on the ramp. She finished up the fruits and followed Ayleen to the living room. They sat down and talked about mundane things. Well, it was Ayleen who kept on speaking and Charlotte just listened, laughing occasionally at the way she got distracted by the young girl. Ayleen sure knows how to wipe off the worries. “Ready?” Azraiel came in through the door and smiled at her. “Mhmm…” Charlotte looked at her hot mate. He was dressed in a royal blue suit and a white shirt underneath. He looked handsome as hell and she was glad that werewolves believe in mates and she’d never have to worry about som

That's why the woman who steered the space sled out of the lock looked human in spite of the fact that no mere biological body could have survived hard vacuum without the benefit of space armor. Even more incongruous was the fact that she was dressed in a one piece shipsuit, wore a ball cap with the Doug Douglas logo emblazoned across the front, and stood only five feet, five inches tall. Nothing like the hulking Trooper IIs and IIIs that the Legion favored.

Titan said and sighed heavily. Zach laughed and nudged Dylan. "Because he is fat, he thinks the suit does not go well with him." "It is called a suit to 'suit' people!" Titan yelled. "I look like a gasoline tank. Do they really have to use bright blue? Why can't it be a black suit? I'd look thinner in black." Titan stomped on the marbled floor, ranting. That's probably so they can easily spot you if you dare make a bold escape.

Julian laid out the special clothing on the bed, a sleek, jet-black tactical suit, fitted to Cecil’s form. It was flexible enough for stealth movement, but lined with hidden compartments and reinforced seams. Lightweight, breathable, and deadly quiet. Perfect for slipping undetected into enemy territory. “Where did you even get this?” Cecil asked as she slipped the suit on, running her fingers over the reinforced stitching and small side pockets. Julian didn’t look up. He was inspecting a vial filled with translucent liquid. “Let’s just say... It’s a prototype we keep in storage at the Federation HQ—for situations that require more... discretion.”

“Remember that, it’s absolutely crucial! If you’re late you could be stuck over there forever, as will John be because there’ll be no one else to bring him back. Please get it right.” I lay in the prone position in my special Peter-DNA shirt, trousers and shoes, absorbed in the Sending Dish’s viscous liquid. The bodysuits were back too. The intense white light from inside the funnel was already pulsing in waves across my face. Without my glasses the fuzzy sensation was both confusing and frightening, more so because I knew what was coming. Carver had told me he’d send the glasses with the time-counter. I’d asked why he couldn’t send clothes as well but he said something about man-made fibres

Don't worry, when I come back, I'll bring a gift for both of you. — If you go and don't come back with my sombrero and a bottle of very spicy pepper, you know we'll have a huge problem. I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style bear

"Just a... little... more..." Suddenly, the air in the tower hissed. A shimmering distortion appeared in the center of the room. It wasn't a wolf. It was a machine. A massive, three-meter-tall exo-suit, plated in dull titanium and humming with a low-frequency pulse, materialized from the shadows. The visor was a flat, clinical red. "Director Vane," Victor’s voice came from the stairwell. He burst into the room, his clothes shredded, his body a map of fresh, weeping gashes. "You coward. You came for the scrap?"