Invincible All Suits Novels & Stories

"I don't need your air. I burn from the inside out." Elias threw his arms wide. He didn't just reignite; he went supernova. The spike of Word Magic shattered against his chest. The resulting shockwave of pure, blinding heat blasted outward. The six Men in Suits were caught in the vanguard of the blast. Their violet barriers held for exactly one second before shattering like cheap glass. The suits didn't scream; they simply disintegrated, their physical forms turning into ash before they even hit the floor. Up in the observation room, the fused door finally blew outward. Miller and Vance were thrown into the corridor, skidding across the linoleum as the walls around them began to glow cherry-

Victor was the only Knight to have successfully worn the suit without it ripping the wearer apart, but the suit had one ability that set it apart from the rest of its sister suits. It could turn the power of the enemy against them while amplifying the power of the wearer’s current strength by 1000% “Give up my son you will not win against me!” “NO, I WON’T GIVE UP, FOR FAITH, WE MOVE ONTO DAWN!” Kent roared. Kent unleashed his power in one fell stroke as his father’s hands were slowly being crushed by the sheer force of his son’s grip. Victor kicked him in the chest as he lunged back a few steps, Kent tried to close the gap as quickly as he could before he could punch him.

"You think you can take it back to the board and fix your contract?" "The board wants results," the suit growled, his body shaking with cold and rage. "Julian failed. Arthur failed. I won't fail." "The code isn't in her skin anymore," Dominic said. He took a tiny step to the left, angling the suit's body so his back was turned completely toward my tree shadow. "She scraped it off in the river. It's gone." "Then I'll take her body back to Zurich!" the suit screamed. That was his mistake. He let his anger take over. He took a half-step toward Dominic, bringing his body right beside the rear bumper of the diesel truck.

There were a thousand things that could go wrong. To occupy my time and divert my attention from the situation, I opted to look through one of the magazines nearby. I chose the one titled America's Most Eligible Billionaires, and you would never guess who appeared on both the cover and the center spread. It's none other than Mr. Maximilian McTavish.

Each suit was a masterpiece of trans-dimensional engineering, designed to allow a human consciousness to operate within the Source Code's foundational layer without the informational degradation that had shredded Jack's wireframe outline during the failsafe mission. The designs were beautiful. They were also, Katherine noted with professional irritation, deliberately incomplete. Key structural elements were redacted, replaced with the void-language equivalent of PURCHASE TO UNLOCK. The Hollowsmith was not just selling suits. He was selling survival, and he knew exactly how much that was worth.

A man in a suit sat in the corner, holding a silenced pistol. Dante felt the walls closing in. He could give them the drive, save Marco, and disappear as Julian Vane. It was the escape he had always dreamed of. But he knew Leonard. If Leonard was alive, giving away his empire would be a death sentence. If Leonard was dead, giving it to the Surya Group would fund a new era of global suffering.

Niels chuckled. ‌ "Though I must admit, I prefer checkers," Suit 1 added with a wry smile. ‌ Vanya's gaze darted between the characters before her, her mind racing as she assessed the situation. ‌ "Guess I'm the unexpected twist in your well-crafted plot?" she raised an eyebrow. ‌ "You've hit the nail on the head, Ms. Vanya," Suit 2 nodded. ‌ Niels' calm facade unraveled, revealing a calculated determination. ‌ "You see, Vanya, your persistence is both admirable and inconvenient. But rest assured, our interests align," he stated.

"A nobody son-in-law from the puny Stone family in Drunham City, I'm dying to see how he's going to wow us at next month's big martial arts showdown!" Right after Virginio's jab, Icarus dropped his nice-guy act, his face just as frosty as he shot back, "So, Mr. Gabrick, you think he's some kind of superhero? You think you can take down a two-star general, a bunch of top-tier coaches, and over five hundred of the best fighters all by yourself?" "You..." Virginio was left sputtering, his face turning red with rage, unable to come up with a comeback.

Jaxon's head tilted to the side, he looked scornfully at the old man in front of him. “Ah, do you think your network will help to fight Red Cage, Outfit, and Famiglia at the same time? Think again, Allen. I'm not a weak opponent. You should think about your completely disadvantageous position. I'll give you a chance, because right now I don't want to add to the enemy list and deal with the police,” Jaxon said with a sarcastic smile.

Suit looked like he was getting angry at Anderson and his constant ‘Give me’ and ungrateful attitude. Thinking about it logically, Suit would indeed seem like he was on Anderson’s side, but Anderson knew very well not to trust the man or demon before him. Besides, Suit himself had confirmed that the world he put him in, even though Anderson still did not completely understand that part, had the its odds stacked against him. If so, then what would stop him from sending Anderson into a world where he would be killed instantly? What would stop Suit from constantly sending Anderson to a world where he was destined and designed to lose constantly.