Homelander Without His Suit Novels & Stories

Instead, they lowered their weapons by exactly thirty degrees in a synchronized, ancient gesture of fealty. Landon stood at the head of the formation, his suit jacket draped over his arm, his shirt collar unbuttoned to reveal the raw red marks on his neck. He wore the titanium chain like a necklace, the end of which held Skylar’s blood-stained platinum ring. The inscription inside the band caught the morning light, glinting like a cold promise. He opened his arms wide, grinning like a king welcoming home his wayward queen. "Welcome home, Little Rose."

That what I heard, what I felt, what I saw in his eyes earlier it was all in my head. So I wait. Until the arena feels hollow, Until my footsteps echo when I finally stand and until there’s nowhere left to hide from what I came here for. That’s when I hear footsteps and i turn… Calder steps out from the tunnel, hair damp from the shower, face bare now. No mask. No helmet. Just him in a causal t-shirt and jeans. God! How is he so perfect? Up close, he looks even more handsome with no gear in sight. His face is sharp in a way that makes my chest ache with his strong nose, and his lips set like he’s holding something back, and those eyes of his looks even darker without the rink lights glaring

We sat in a peaceful silence staring at the moon and stars as we enjoyed our drinks. "My mum makes me one every night before bed" Landon whispers breaking the silence between us but not taking his gaze from the moon. I don't say anything just stare at him for a moment before he looks at me and continues "this isn't just a big change for you yano. I may be top warrior and live within the Alpha house but this is still the first time I've really been without my mum, it's weird" he pauses briefly glancing at his cup as I just sit there shocked by his complete honesty

But Mimbi was her everything, and being around Voty exacerbated the longing she felt to see her friend. "Please, I don't have all day, and I have to talk to you." "We're ready," Voty said, stepping out of the bathroom. Luca turned to face her, and Scarlett audibly gasped. Gone was the metallic armor he had worn since she had met him back in Karai. Now Luca wore a black tailored coat with adorned epaulets and golden buttons. Equally black pants and boots. His long hair was combed back into a ponytail, and for the first time, there was a little stubble on his face.

Newland composed himself. "Why?" He asked. "I did what I was told. I zipped my mouth all these years." The European man sat across from him. He even offered Newland the available seat which the soldier did oblige. Hendrix is wearing his usual black suit with the addition of his black leather gloves. Hair was done beautifully with no trace of stress on his face. The man was the total opposite of the problematic gentleman with him. He took a vial out of his coat. Put it on the table.

The woman staring back at me with emotionless eyes didn’t just look like Nicole, she was her. The bedroom door opened, and Luca came in. Tearing my eyes away from the image of my dead sister, I looked over at him, and immediately wished I hadn't. He was dressed in a double-breasted, dark navy suit with a subtle plaid print of a slightly lighter blue. The shirt beneath it was black, as were his loafers and the sling holding his right arm close to his body to minimize any jostling of his shoulder. No tie. Nothing flashy. But he didn't need it. This man was devastating in nothing but a pair of gym shorts.

Those who were still outside on that night all hurried up back to their homes. As the streets and road was filled with people rushing home, Lucas majestically walked by the street. He was dressed in a black hoodie with the hood covering his head. He had both hands in the hoodie as he walked by. He got out his hands out as he saw the blue energy that flowed. It was all completed. After all the damage he had done, and all the souls he had taken, he was finally back into his mortal self. Now he was heading back home, to where Sunni lived.

He was dressed in a white suit as usual. Upon closer look, he did not seem to wear anything underneath his suit despite the cold weather. His tanned and solid chest was exposed, and a platinum necklace hung from his neck. He looked wild, sexy, and seductive. Landon was the only man in Solana City who could exude such charm in that outfit. "Bro, you look good. Lyse's medication works, it seems," Landon remarked and plopped on the couch. He felt relieved seeing Jasper's marked improvement.

She looked toward the door, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes before softening into warmth. Footsteps approached—unhurried, carrying a composed presence unique to Landon. He stepped into the living room in a well-tailored dark gray suit with a subtle pattern. The pallor and indifference once caused by suppressing heavenly energy had faded. His presence was noticeably gentler now, and the tension that once edged his features had been replaced with calm. A faint trace of the heavenly energy's vast power still lingered in his eyes, now sealed so tightly that not a fragment escaped. It was clear that he had successfully subdued the turbulent energy within him and returned to his usual com

I reassured. We were standing a few centimetres away from each other and his red eyes peered into mine, probably looking to see if I was lying. We were silent for a while and I took the time to observe him: he really did look like someone who just rolled out of bed, literally, which was ironic because vampires don’t sleep. His blonde hair was dishelved, sticking out in all the wrong places, but it still looked good on him; he was clad in grey sweatpants and a white tank top. This was the first time I was seeing him in casual clothing: he was always in suits or training gear. “He escaped!” Zander’s voice broke me out of my observation. “Fuck. This is bad. Check if he left clues as to his iden