Avenger Time Travel Suit Novels & Stories

But Ellie just looked at her, the way she always did when she was already decided. “Amy. He’s my friend. He trusted us. He’s doing this for us.” “So let me go.” “No.” Amy’s voice cracked. “You’re not bulletproof, Ellie.” Ellie tilted her head. “That’s where you’re wrong.” The Suit – A Weapon of Love, Mafia tailors had worked with smugglers, traders, even retired soldiers. Amy called in every debt she was owed. Within 24 hours, a custom-made outfit arrived — sewn with silk-threaded Kevlar panels thin enough to pass as high fashion. The dress was sleek, black, tailored to Ellie’s body, it wasn’t invincible but it would buy time and that was all she needed.

The AI reported. “Another break in,” mused the Captain, “I think I’m gonna need-” She was cut short by a gust of wind that beat across her face followed by the sounds of crackling electricity just as Natasha suddenly appeared in front of her, already decked in her jade super suit. “What’s up?” the Viper started, “Oh, hi, Susan!” “It’s Avion-20 !” Katie responded, “a possible intrusion.” “On it!” with that, the Viper stormed off in flashes of green and blue.

"At first it was a partial memory, a dream that I thought was unreal. Then last night, when the image of my Butler dying on the guillotine appeared on my eyes, all of the memories in the past came back." He raised his hands and wiped the tears from my eyes. "How you died, how I suffered and how I died afterwards." I firmly gripped the broken glass while glaring at him. "Don't spout nonsense!" I yelled. "I am not your real enemy, Talia." He caressed my face and chuckled. "The one who turned back the time was me, it was my ability." He strangled my neck while wearing a smile on his face. "Liar, liar, liar..." I whispered repeatedly.

isn't that true? The girl nods in agreement with the testimony. Yes, she is aggrieved with her wrongdoings but it's all too late! She can't reverse back time...this is not a time machine! [Then? Why are you grieving too long!?... Your mother had created a system that can save humanity! We can reverse time with your level!] Ava whirled in her mind. " We can?" The longer she stays with this scary little creature...the more she feels like her IQ drops...

The bullet and the claws hit the vampire at a time. Anthony paused for a second of realization, then he put down his weapons and combat backpack. The claws and bullets hit the war suit and dropped on the floor. The vampire's war suit was as real as his father's. It absorbed weapons and powers and was immune to them. Unless the war suit was made by his father, taking off the facemask disabled the suit and let weapons and powers pass through. Only his father's war suit absorbs weapons and powers without the mask. Before his father passed, he instilled a lot of knowledge in him, including knowledge of the war suit.

I trained my body for years, cultivated my mind, and above all, hardened my heart not to feel any compassion for Alexander Will Bennett. My name is Ava Smith, I'm twenty-four years old, and I hold a degree in economics. I speak five languages: French, English, Spanish, German, and Italian. Tall, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles on my face, I possess striking beauty. I am powerful, dangerous, and can have any man I desire eating out of my hand.

He unzipped it, revealing stacks of what looked like black fabric. "And one more thing," he said, pulling out a tactical vest and a pair of trousers. "I know the toll the transformations take on your equipment. It’s hard to lead a revolution when you’re constantly scavenging for clothes." I ran my fingers over the material. It felt cool, like silk, but as soon as I applied pressure, it firmed up, resisting my touch. "When your bone structure expands during a shift, the suit expands with you. It won't shred; it becomes a second skin that retracts perfectly when you return to human form."

The vanguard screamed once—a muffled, metallic shriek—before his heavy gold-and-iron bulk hit the rising, frothing surface of the liquid-aether pool below. The sub-zero reaction was instantaneous and horrific. The moment the pressurized suit touched the glowing violet tide, the liquid-aether didn't burn him; it froze the metal and the flesh together in a fraction of a second, turning the seven-hundred-pound mass of man and armor into a solid, jagged monument of purple ice that shattered into a million glittering shards as the pendulum swung back through the space.

Are they wearing the black tactical suits with the silver crests? Yes, Buzz shouted over the screaming sirens. The heavy vanguard gear. We cannot penetrate the front lines. Those are the Mark Four tactical suits, Valerie said, a cold, mocking smile touching her lips. I know those suits. I designed the trauma overlay for the Blackwood guard two years ago. Killian thinks his men are invincible, but they have a massive, fatal design flaw. Dominic stopped, his dark eyes locking onto hers. What flaw?

That warm, elegant facade barely masked the raw intensity beneath. The red mole beneath his eye gleamed brighter, his lips curving into a faint, dangerous smile. The black suit jacket draped over his shoulders wasn’t worn properly—he looked more like a poised hunter, ready to strike. “Clear my schedule for next week. Handle everything via documents if necessary. We’re going to Avenlith.” “…Yes, sir.”