Footmen Wearing Special Uniforms Novels & Stories

Valeria “Can you move?” Grimm asks. “Barely.” I squirm in the middle of the line, trying to unstick the leather clothes from my skin. The Firing Armada’s uniform—padded black leather pants and a long‑sleeved shirt made for those of us who don’t shift. Meant to blunt incoming damage. My hair is pulled into a slick bun, everything forced into place. “My balls can’t breathe,” Grimm whispers, tugging at the leather around his crotch.

They will gather at eight for night training at the stadium not far from the hotel. After dinner , everyone change to their military sports tracksuit given by Su An and even the medical team get a pair of the tracksuit . The tracksuit had their country flag sewing at the back and their country name above the flag . Their name also embroidered at the jacket left chest. Even their trousers had their name embroidered on the left pocket. They were also given sport shoes by Su An with international brand with the same shapes and brands of water can . Their appearance in the stadium attract many attentions as they use the same colour of tracksuit and same colours and brands shoes.

Now that I have been here for so long it is just another part of the day that I hate. I move away from the sink allowing Nona to prepare for her morning also as I change into the only other set of close I have. A white t-shirt and another jump suit. Everyone wears the same uniform. Wearing them half off or tied is not permitted no matter how hot it gets. Every inch of us is covered at all times or there are consequences. Just as we finish dressing a knock from the baton of a correction officer beats against the bars of our cells.

But, before they could find it out, they froze on their feet when armoured people came out behind them, pointing their arrows, spears and swords at them. With their hands up in the air, Ferlah immediately recognized them. They all share the same color of their uniform, blue and silver.

“Understood.” The phone went dead and I threw it on the bed. Fucking hell, these children. It was never easy with them. Looking at the closet, I walked in and grabbed the black zip-up garment bag. Laying it gently on the bed, I unzipped it and pushed it to the side. It revealed a light blue uniform. It looked a lot like the uniforms the guards at Buckingham Palace wore. Double breasted buttons, gold and black thread with shoulders that had braided rope on the sleeves. It also had all my medals and my position within the candidates.

Aliyah kept staring at Alessa. “Let's go.” one of them said and they all walked towards the huge wall. “Jaxon, I can go back if they don't want me to… “ “No, come on.” Jaxon cut her off and held her hand. She nodded at him as they walked towards the wall. She watched them climb the wall and jumped over to the other side. Since they are in the final rank, their uniforms were different and cool. Black pants with a black sweatshirt and boots. It was cool and comfy.

The men in cuffs. They were wearing grey, sleeveless tunics. Their wrists were chained to their waists, and they moved with their heads down, looking like beaten dogs. They were being led around like livestock. "Uniforms on. Now," a voice boomed. They threw a grey tunic at me. I looked at the cuffs they were ratcheting onto my ankles. "Hey! I am Leo Adams by my cartel! Do you know who my Papa is? You can't put me in these!"

Behind them, others stood at attention, all dressed with purpose. Heth, ReNew, Idris, and Professor E were adorned in military garb—each stitch earned through trial. Argun’s uniform bore the deep blue of a high-ranking officer, his badge glinting beneath the chamber lights, bearing not only his title but the weight of countless silent sacrifices. Even the hound at his feet wore a collar embroidered with the realm’s crest—a subtle but potent reminder that every creature under Destiny’s rule was prepared to defend her legacy.

Multiple men in dark uniforms pushed inside. One of them pointed at me. “There she is.”

The entire street is cleared and troops of demons dressed in military uniforms march onward. We spot Zayn dressed in the same military uniform but his uniform is unique. He spots us too and begins to walk in our direction as we do the same. “You have five minutes to get the hell out of my city!” He shouts in my face when he reaches us, and I inhale sharply.