Full Metal Alchemist Military Uniform Novels & Stories

“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.

Devoted to her people. From the instant Artem and Lucy first wailed their throaty little cries of need, grey skin flourishing with healthy pink within seconds of emerging they have been adored by everyone. A blessing for all of us at Kallio. Unlike what Ayr mockingly predicted I have never succumbed to the orange-satsuma uniform. Mainly because Luna Cass changed it within a couple of months. The Silver Guard wears demure grey with a thick trim of orange, in remembrance of her father. I still see Ayr smirk at me every time I accompany Luna Cass to an Alpha Council though.

CHAPTER 13 The two boys nodded agreeing to the proposal of course. "Alright let's go get your uniforms", Alpha Aiden said to them as the three of them headed out together. Alpha Aiden, his son Marcellus and Alex, had arrived at the school's uniform shop to purchase their uniforms. Mrs. Smith, the friendly shopkeeper, showed them around the store and explained the different pieces that made up the uniform for boys at Forks High Academy. After listening carefully to Mrs. Smith, Alpha Aiden selected white collared shirts, navy blue blazers, navy blue pants, navy blue ties with green and gold stripes, and black dress shoes for them.

My husband, my mate. The sight of him standing beneath the afternoon light immediately steadied something inside me. He wore the very same military uniform I had carefully straightened that morning before reluctantly sending him back to the Royal Military. Every polished silver insignia reflected the sunlight spilling through the corridor, while the deep navy cloak draped across his broad shoulders swayed gently with each measured step. The ceremonial sword resting against his hip glinted faintly beneath the light. Behind him followed my older brother, Enoch. Then Leonard and nearly a dozen royal military soldiers dressed in full military regalia, each bearing the royal crest proudly upon th

So they knew everything up until how the old man and I knew each other. At the moment I was getting dressed in my uniform. Black bodysuit with gold on the arms and legs, paired with a black hooded cloak with gold accents. Don’t know why but all the time I got dressed in any of my uniforms I looked like a warrior from the medieval times. My hair cascaded down my back.

But now, he could have a chance to visit the Regaleria mansion again without any trepidation in his mind against the King The next morning, Cain reported to the castle for an audience with His Majesty. He wore the imperial military uniform of the Regaleria knights; a coat of deep blue shade with outlines of gold and silver at the edges and with the royal crest of the kingdom embroidered heavily on the left side. The trousers were also in uniform color with the same amount of royal embroidery at the edges, paired with black, well-brushed boots, and on his right side was the very sword of his father, placed in its scabbard.

This was the first time she had seen Arthur in his work clothes. He looked dashing, wearing a dark blue night military uniform with white shirt and cravat in his uniform's colour, finish by a small pin with a lily crest on it . There was gold embroidery on his shoulder to his chest, a symbol of the first division. The cold color of his eyes became more prominent than his appearance. His hair was combed neatly, boast a dignity impression in high aristocats. Of course with his aura, nothing could be compared to him at this moment.

His shoulders seemed wider because of the royal robe that he was wearing. “The situation has not changed so far. I believe that they are waiting for their commander to give the order.” Alfredo spoke. Alfredo was also a human with long blonde hair on the top of his head while the sides were trimmed. He did not wear his crown at the moment nor his normal royal attire. He was only wearing a neat collared shirt that was similar to a soldier’s, only that there were no badges at all. It was black in colour with golden linings.

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.

I wash him off me as if that could remove him from my thoughts. I step out and dry myself with rough, efficient movements. At the wardrobe, I push aside the velvet coats and the silks with colorful embroidery. I push aside everything he loved to see me in. Everything he loved to run his hands over. I reach for the back and pull out the black wool uniform. The one with the high, stiff collar. The one with the silver buttons that march up the chest like soldiers. It is severe authoritarian armor. I put it on and button it all the way to my chin.