Deku Super Suit Novels & Stories

Gina had a blue dress on like her hair the 3 troublemakers also approved of her look Azar and Kai had both black suits and black ties while Draco had a dark blue suit and tie to fit his mates blue dress Dereus put his hand on Celeas head " you look weird" Dereus was wearing a white suit the color she had told him to thru mid link to fit Kayas white dress. Ever since her power completely awakened at the war she could do things like mind link and a lot more " weird? how dare you?" asked Celea

' Suzanne scoffed as she dusted herself. Ethan huffed again. Girls were nothing but a bother! 'Fatso?! You're so dumb! The puff is from the armored suit I'm wearing.' 'Say what you want fatso,' she replied. Ethan fired her a nasty look. He looked away proudly. 'Anyway I don't have time for the likes of you. I'm a Slad now, so that means you're looking at one of the super greatest heroes that'll ever live!' he smiled cockily.

But once it settled a little, they could now see someone that seemed different. He was in an armored suit that was customized in red from head to toe. All his body except his head could be seen. And just by looking at it the men could tell the suit was more advanced than whatever Draxen had. They’ve seen him use many technology to create weapons before and that was his fathers profession but right now they can’t deny that Kaelithar was saying the truth in some way when he said something about living in the future when they were still in the past.

He told me that he would have to call his superior here so I waited at the waiting lounge. A huge enthusiastic man dressed in a crisp suit came out and we shook hands. I asked him about the particular ring and I was shocked at his response.

They had almost forgotten that their Commander was a superhuman among superhumans and a genius martial artist. “Your Highness, this is proof enough that this place does have a special facility and hiding place.” Ezekiel nodded at Sir Marcus' words. “You guys go further back,” said Ezekiel. Of course, everyone quickly jumped back all the way and put on their full alert faces upon seeing Ezekiel coat his entire arm with . “Huu…” the man took a deep breath. And once again— BOOM! CRACKLE CRACKLE! Dust flew as the iron panels collapsed with the chain of cliffs above Ezekiel.

"Woah!! Ivaan look, in these amours, I look like a superhero soldier. Can I try teleporting myself?" She exclaimed in delight, but then there was a sudden announcement that took her attention away. "Please follow the rules and procedures." The announcement was made for all candidates to stop talking and move forward in queues through the robotic detector corridor. All of the candidates walked through the corridor passage in a powered suit made of light-weighted metal. Their entire body, from head to toe, was encased in a suit. The suit itself was stylishly designed and was soundproof, electricity proof, waterproof and breathable. It was like an exoskeleton, which is an external device that s

With one glance, I knew he was the perfect mark. He exuded power and danger, draped in a suit that whispered wealth—a custom-made masterpiece worth around one-hundred thousand dollars. The Alexander Amosu Vanquish II Bespoke suit fit him perfectly, showing off a lean, muscled build that spoke of both discipline and strength. His hair, thick and dark, was meticulously styled, he likely spent a fortune on maintaining it.

[Hyacinth] “Superheroes,” Slate looks skeptical. “Like Superman?” As we made our way along the highway headed south, we decided to take Bash with us on our little adventure down the coast. It was easier than taking him back to River City and then heading out alone again.

To keep him alive—and to keep the world safe from him—Aris and the Supremacy engineers had crafted the "Cradle-Suit." It was a masterpiece of obsidian and glass, a life-support system that felt like a mobile coffin. The Weight of the Separation Leo sat on the edge of a reinforced slab in the Spire’s highest level. Every movement felt heavy, the suit’s internal servos whirring to compensate for the radiation density of his own limbs. He reached out to touch a nearby table, but the thick, armored gloves robbed him of the sensation of wood. He felt only the mechanical feedback of the suit’s sensors.

Alpha Zane Drakos stepped out of the lead SUV before the wheels had fully stopped. He was tall, taller than Kael by an inch with broad shoulders and a frame that spoke of battle, but his movements were precise, almost surgical. His hair was jet black, cropped close on the sides, with streaks of silver at the temples. His eyes, a sharp shade of steel grey, missed nothing. He wore no crown, no robe, just a tailored dark suit that fit him like a weapon. At his hip, a dagger with a bone white handle caught the sunlight.