Cranial Helmet Designs Novels & Stories

It was certainly possible for orders to be received through earpieces, or even implants in the brain, or in the skull, but the helmets had been essential to those at the prison to conceal their identity, scan identification cards, and identify individuals through a facial scan, or at the very least, protect a the guard's head. As far as Jasper was aware, they were a staple of military equipment, and he had never seen a soldier without one, which only meant that either the resource shortage that the Sýnnefan empire was facing had worsened, there was no more need for helmets in general, or that a new model device to control the soldiers was now in full use. Jasper didn't know, and a part of hi

he asked her. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a grin, and looked the bike over. "I've never ridden one before." Though her words weren't meant to be sexy, Jared's heart and cock thought otherwise. "Well now, it's time to hop on and take a ride." He reached back, unlatched the box and pulled the helmet out, handing it to her. She took it from him and looked down at it then tentatively lifted it to her head and tried to pull it down. A good helmet needed to fit tightly, encasing the wearer's head in a combination of hard plastic, Kevlar and polystyrene foam.

Each member began pulling out helmets from their backpacks and putting them on. Darryl couldn't help but let out a laugh at the sight. It had seemed like the Nine Continents had truly prospered in the three years he was gone, and technology had now become one with cultivation. Darryl instinctively noticed that the helmets were made of unique materials that would hold against the poisonous fog. Even so, they would still have to be mindful of the duration of their stay, in case their helmets cave before the corrosive fog.

He activated the Requiem Clock to deal with the woman’s soul. However, little did he expect that the silver helmet on that woman’s head would dazzle with radiance, forming a protective sphere. It protected her head by forming something like a force field, blocking all the effects of the Requiem Clock. “D*mn! What the heck is with this helmet? How is it so strong?”

says James walking towards the man for a final punch. But James's fist stays in midair. A heavy metal cranks on his helmet. An excruciating pain originates in his left brain instantaneously. His vision gets blurry. "James!" Alicia cries out loud. James turns back with his blurry vision. He could only make out that the cart's driver was standing a step away from him. Before James could part the distance to put a punch, a metal rod swings in the air. The heavy impact of metal on James's helmet makes it fly in the air. The helmet falls to the ground and rolls forward to finally stop on its side. The eye-revealing helmet has Christ's cross symbol on its oval head. The cross symbol is now lateral

I frowned at the glass in front of me that was separating my face from the water. “Yeah. Why?” If I hadn’t turned my head to look at Skyr, I wouldn’t have noticed him looking at me. “It’s kind of obstructing my view. I kept seeing the reflection of the water on the glass. The curved design is also making it difficult for me to see from all angles and directions. It’s like I have a blind spot with an added weight on my head.” I grumbled and fought the urge to press the button just to remove the helmet from my head.

They waited on the vibrating grounds caused by their warning system until the Unbidden Army finally showed up in their numbers. They ran towards the Balendin Pack army with great speed, screaming maniacally with claws and fangs drawn. Their smell even from a short distance away was enough to make the entire Balendin Pack army puke. But they each were wearing transparent helmets made from a host of indestructible non-toxic materials. It filtered the air, provided the wearer with fresh oxygen and kept the temperature around the head cool. Some of Astra's scales were ground and mixed with the materials for the helmets. The Balendin Pack army waged towards the approaching enemies with a war cry.

Coincidentally, this helmet was the one she chose for Lawrence. At that time, there was only one helmet, and the box was a bit broken. She was still thinking at that time, the broken shape was really lovely, it was actually a peach heart shape. At this moment, the box of the helmet that Clarisse brought back happened to have a peach heart shape broken.