Concealable Level 4 Body Armor Novels & Stories

Swords, daggers, axes, and guns, each sharpened and polished to perfection. Before anything, I focus on protection. I grab a set of lightweight body armor— fabric pads designed to absorb impact while remaining undetectable under clothing. Chest, back, arms, thighs—each piece is strapped into place, offering just enough defense without sacrificing speed. A full suit would slow me down, and I can’t afford that. But these will stop any claws, teeth or worse from inflicting too much damage which will give me an edge.

"That is where Aidan moved the primary lab. It is the only building with a dedicated power grid and independent oxygen scrubbers." Sora adjusted the grip on his knife. He could see them. At least twenty tactical officers in full Corvin gear. They weren't just guards. They were wearing specialized silver-mesh armor designed to reflect Shifter attacks. He felt the frequency in his blood surge, humming against the back of his neck where Vardan had burned the tracker. The scar was tight, pulling at his skin, a constant reminder of the parasite that had lived inside him. "The armor they wear has a weakness," Vardan said, his voice a low rumble beside Sora’s ear. "The joints at the neck and the ba

He tore open his dark shirt, peeling the tailored coat from his broad shoulders. The coat wasn’t ordinary—it held military-grade nano shielding and active thermal fibers. His right arm swept across, palm gripping Vivienne’s slender waist, pressing her against his chest. The coat, warm and tight, wrapped her completely. The internal heating system kicked in, blocking the first wave of lethal cold. His heartbeat pressed against her back. Calm. With his free hand, he retrieved a palm-sized, bulletproof military-grade computing terminal, tossing it onto the wheelchair armrest. “Forget its rules,” he rasped, seasoned with battlefield grit. “Break it.”

Silas explained. "The stabilizer allows the skeletal structure to momentarily densify upon impact. The harder you hit them, the more lethal they become." Rat was sent staggering back, his feet skidding across the concrete as if he’d been hit by a truck. Before he could recover, two more DeLucas flickered in and out of view. "Thermal Camouflage," Silas added. "By modulating their internal body temperature to match the ambient room heat, they can become 'invisible'."

He had received an unexpected gift, a fully loaded M1905. The thug's bulletproof vest, on the other hand, was by far the best. [Name: T1 Bullet Proof Vest] [Type: Body Armor] [Rarity: Common] [Defense: 1, Able to guard against regular gun bullets; 2, Weak protection against sharp weapons.] [Attributes: None] [Effect: None] [Able to bring out of dungeon: Yes] [Remarks: This is a standard-issued bulletproof vest. Wearing it doesn’t make you invincible!]

The man stiffened, standing frozen for a moment before collapsing lifelessly to the floor. Earlier, when Steve had fired the round-shaped blast, he’d noticed their armor—beast-grade gear designed to disperse impact almost completely. The armor absorbed most of the force, and their bodies endured what little passed through. But armor didn’t cover everything. And Steve had noticed that. Now invisible, he’d struck where protection didn’t exist. “No… no!” the remaining man shouted, panic seeping into his voice. He glanced at the fallen body, then toward the man standing at the doorway—the one radiating the strongest aura—seeking silent permission.

In combination with his magical prowess and spiritual treasures, even a level six paragon from Midland would face a formidable challenge. What pleased Severin the most was his mastery of the Void Concealment. His aura was restrained at that moment, and from a distance, he did not seem too different from any ordinary person. No one could tell that he was a practitioner. With the ability to conceal himself, he believed that anyone below the seventh or eighth level of a paragon would find it difficult to detect him within a hundred-feet radius. It would prove to be an invaluable technique, whether for escaping or launching sneak attacks.

Maya yelled back, reloading with practiced economy. From behind the armored hull of the carrier, four heavily armored operatives spilled out into the clearing, their tactical visors gleaming under the harsh headlights. They moved with terrifying synchronization, spreading out in a flanking maneuver designed to trap the cabin in a crossfire. They wore no pack insignia, no traditional crests of the southern lords—only the blank, matte-black armor of corporate deniable assets.

The weight of my son’s trembling body against my chest turned my fear into pure, freezing adrenaline. Julian’s tiny fingers clutched the fabric of my white linen suit, his hot tears soaking into my shoulder. I didn't blink. I didn't step back. The barrel of the silenced submachine gun pointed at my chest was less than six feet away, but all I could see was the tactical vest protecting the mercenary’s torso. My analytical mind, the part of me that had memorised every nerve, artery, and bone in the human body, instantly mapped out his vulnerabilities. He was wearing heavy body armour, but his neck was exposed just below the ballistic mask.

"Fine. You and your men can stay. But everything that happens here stays at top-level clearance only. And you and your men follow every order I give. No questions asked." All the soldiers instantly salute Conrad as the commit to his directions. He shakes his head, and we turn in the direction of the largest conference room, setting it up as a war room. Not even thirty minutes have passed before we hear banging from outside. I know the noise. We head out to the forest and see the Sirens and Faes coming out, banging their staffs on the ground. All their soldiers are walking in perfect formation, wearing copper alloy armour that has corroded to green. The Sirens walking alongside them in manoeu