Avenger Time Travel Suit Novels & Stories

I wanted to see the sky without a layer of bulletproof glass in the way. ​As I reached the threshold of the living room, I stopped. ​Ava was there. ​She was standing by the kitchen island, her back to me. She was dressed in a sharp, black tailored suit that looked like it cost more than my first car. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a knot so tight it looked painful, revealing the elegant, cold line of her jaw. She was beautiful in the way a straight-razor is beautiful—all sharp edges and lethal intent.

At the far end of the conservatory, standing beside a shattered marble fountain, was a figure she recognized all too well. Lord Alistair Vance stood there, his singed charcoal suit replaced by a sleek, gold-trimmed Chrono-Suit that pulsed in synchronization with the vortex above. His face was pale, his eyes bloodshot, but a terrifying, triumphant smile broke across his face as he looked at her.

"Top Mafia Boss Spotted Welcoming Girlfriend at Airport Last Night" The accompanying photo showed Samara wearing Vernon's coat over her shoulders as he opened the backseat door for her. He even had a hand against the top of the car so she wouldn't bump her head against the edge. His eyes were so gentle that they looked completely foreign to me. The gentle look in his eyes was far more authentic than the gentleness he'd shown me over the past five years. I moved out of the mansion that day. When I left, I knew that I had to put up my armor once again. I'd come to understand that there wasn't anyone in the world who could be my safe place, even if that person used to make me think that he love

I inform him just as Tasha and Channing arrive with the clothes I asked them to retrieve, and we all start pulling on sweatpants and hoodies in the chilly night air. “That’s smart.” He says. Yeah, I know it’s smart. I know that Alpha Connor doesn’t mean any disrespect by saying that—he’s too much of a gentleman for that—but, it’s always hard to not get my back up when a male Alpha pays me a compliment regarding how I thought something through. Like they’re surprised a female Alpha would know what to do in a situation. “What time are you expecting Leader Bruno?” He asks. “He said he’d be here by 9:00am.” I say to Alpha Connor. “We’re making it a breakfast meeting. Aurora has already planned f

There was also a red light bar on the eye part of the helmet that gave the suit its futuristic RoboCop similarities. “You have a vector high energy machine gun that emerges from the suit’s left arm. You also have a tectonic laser sword that retracts out of the right arm of the suit. It’s kind of like a Star Wars lightsaber.” Irena giggled while trying to explain most of the suit’s features to Mark. Princess Death Row could see how Mark wasn’t fascinated by the suit he was about to put on, but she didn’t care.

She was dressed in a matte-black, thermal combat suit tailored for high-altitude infiltration. Julian walked down the aisle, the heavy, rhythmic thud of his boots cutting through the hum of the jet engines. He stopped right behind her chair. "We begin our descent in twenty minutes," Julian said, his voice a gravelly vibration that sent a phantom shiver down her spine. "Stand up, Maya. Let me gear you." Maya pushed the chair back and stood. The cabin was narrow, forcing them into a suffocatingly close proximity. Julian reached into a crate and pulled out a lightweight, titanium-weave Kevlar vest.

"He thinks he's hunting a rival, a ghost on a bike. He doesn't know his sister-in-law is about to tear a hole in his billion-dollar security grid." Twenty minutes later, I was in the back of the darkened warehouse. The midnight blue gown lay discarded on the oil-stained concrete like the shed skin of a snake. I pulled on the black carbon-fiber suit, the familiar weight of the reinforced padding settling over my shoulders like armor. I snapped the helmet into place, the Heads-Up Display (HUD) flickering to life, displaying a map of Julian’s digital sensors in angry red pulses.

"Come here, please!" "Just a minute!" Avera called back with a slight sense of panic. She carefully lifted the suit by the shoulders and held it in front of her, looking at it with astonishment. 'What... happened?' "Avera, darling?" Annetta's voice came again, scared and urgent. "Coming!" Avera shouted back, hurriedly changing into the maurium skysuit. 'I guess I shouldn't worry about it. Who knows? I can't ask Benjamin, and he may not answer me, anyway.'

"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."

DING! His augmented display materialized before him, the items tab flashing with the newly acquired suit. Keagan eagerly tapped on it, and as if by magic, the suit materialized before his very eyes. Like an ethereal serpent, it slithered up and down his body, conforming to his every contour with a snug fit. The fabric hummed with power, pulsating with a vibrant energy that seemed to resonate with his own spirit. A surge of exhilaration coursed through him as he marveled at the transformation. The suit felt like a second skin, empowering him with a newfound sense of capability.