Full Metal Alchemist Military Uniform Novels & Stories

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.

She had to believe that. She took a deep breath and smoothed out the uniform she had put on. There were no medals, no complicated fastenings, just the basic attire with a few embellished markings to show her status. Even so, this was far fancier and more useless than the way any other nation's military dressed, utterly for show. Werewolves fought in wolf form, and these clothes would need to be discarded as soon as the fighting started if she weren't shifted already, and the same went for all the troops as well.

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.

His green eyes, when he glanced over at Akari as he came into the room, had something cold and savage peeking out of them. He was wearing a military uniform. And his chest was covered in medals that Akari was sure must be merely decorative. No way had this spoiled-looking royal scion earned all those medals. Did this pampered prince even realize how many men’s lives were at stake here? Truly, each and every one of them weighed heavily on Akari's soul.

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.