Bulletproof Invincible Suit Novels & Stories

Sizzle. The creature didn't even flinch. The energy beam hit its slime-coated skin and refracted, scattering harmlessly into the darkness. "Energy dispersion coating," Haley shrieked, ducking behind Marcus as the creature lunged. "They’re immune to energy weapons! Use kinetics! Use heavy metal!" "I don't have enough ammo for a Godzilla movie!" Ben Carter screamed, pulling out his dual pistols and firing wildly. The bullets sparked off the creature’s scales like pebbles hitting a steel wall.

Bullets filled the air as the team coated the room with gunfire. The Alphas flipped and jumped. The fireman held up a fire shield around them. Tom swung his gun around to the back. He stepped through the fire shield. The power suit crackled against the fire. An Alpha sprang forward. Tom diverted the blow. It was a match of power versus strength as the Alpha danced around him, flinging knives and fists at him. He knocked them to the side as the power suit hummed. The Alpha positioned himself and struck. Tom grabbed his hand, crushed it in his fist, and turned it, flipping the Alpha. The man let out a scream as Tom wrenched his arm around. The Alpha's tech suit flickered with electricity but t

“Scratch that,” he quickly followed up. “Everyone - reinforce mecha armor. Double up around your sensor clusters!” His team immediately followed his orders. Their armor immediately thickened as nanites added extra layers to them. The two Bulwarks were armored even more so, especially on their front sides. Xylo’s signal flared brightly on his screen, then vanished. Outside, Xylo’s 200mm tungsten carbide round punched through both shields, right where they overlapped. It tore through Broadlance’s shoulder, and lodged itself into Tailspin’s chest behind him.

With a crack, the butler’s neck snapped. Drake headed toward Alvin. In his terror and anger, Alvin fished out a black handgun. He fired several rounds. Drake was unfazed. He reacted quickly to dodge the bullets. When the bullets ran out, Drake stood unharmed. “A sovereign grade fighter!” Alvin gasped in shock. Drake could even avoid bullets. That was horrifying! Such a person had a body that was honed to superhuman levels. He was exceptionally powerful. These people were addressed as sovereign grade fighters.

PFT! Two suppressed shots tore through the weak points in his neck armor. He collapsed like a puppet with cut strings. "Look at the right! She’s the target!" another mercenary roared, pointing his barrel toward my chest. I dropped into a low slide across the crystal marble floor. Three high-velocity rounds slammed into the reinforced shoulder mesh of my suit, the shock-absorbing fibers dissipating the impact so I felt nothing more than a dull tap. Coming to a stop right beneath his guard, I fired twice into his chest armor, followed by a third precise shot to his exposed visor.

And beneath it, four USB drives in a sealed bag, and a handwritten note in her father's handwriting, folded once. She doesn't read the note. She puts everything in the inside pocket of her coat and replaces the panel and turns around. Ruiz is standing in the doorway. He is exactly as Marco described him. Silver hair. The faint scar along his jaw. An expensive watch that catches the low light. He is alone, which should be reassuring and is instead the most frightening thing about him, because powerful men who come alone to confrontations do so because they have already made arrangements that make backup unnecessary.

Two Iron-Wolf guards, their visors glowing red, rounded the corner with pneumatic batons raised. "Subject 0-1 has escaped! Neutralize with—" I didn't let him finish. I moved with a speed that defied the laws of physics, a blur of white silk and violet light. I didn't punch; I struck with the precision of a surgeon. A palm-strike to the suit’s central regulator, a kick to the knee-joint's hydraulic bypass. The eight-foot-tall suit didn't just fall; it folded. The iron plates buckled as if they had been hit by a wrecking ball. The soldier inside let out a muffled grunt of pain as his armor became his coffin.

I ask, even though I know he's adamant about picking it. The room falls silent, and once again, all eyes are on me. The guy blushes but nods his head. Careful not to startle anyone, I stand up and tilt my head. "One thing you need to understand is that Invictus is full of Elites, ancient vampires, to put it more simply. They're fast, efficient and deadly. That spear is one of the heaviest weapons in this room, and although everyone here can see how skilled you are, you're still a bit too slow to use it against those vampires. You're risking your life, and something tells me your Alpha wouldn't be happy about losing a brilliant warrior. Choose something smaller and sharp but easy to navigate

Maybe I'm already broken, why do I always have to submit at the end? I can't fight against him physically, I'll never win. He's much stronger. More cruel. More vicious. Left with no choice, I have to bow to the pain yet again. "I said I take it back, what else do you want from me?." Pierce bites hard again, and I scream aloud; he breaks the skin this time, and I'm already bleeding. He sucks hard and lets out a deep moan. Is this bastard drinking my blood?! Fuck... What ...

"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."