Invincible Iron Man Suit Novels & Stories

But he forced himself to stay. He reached out, his rough fingers brushing the small steel bead he had braided into my hair. The metal was cool against my scalp. "Teeth," he reminded me. I stepped out of the shadows. The transition was violent. One second, cool darkness. The next, a wall of heat and blinding light. The artificial suns baked the moisture from my skin instantly. I wasn't wearing gold. I wasn't wearing a cape. I wore the matte-black nanoweave suit. It clung to me like oil, cold and synthetic. Over it, I wore battered leather training gear—scuffed, functional, smelling of Viggo’s sweat and Barzil’s polish. I wore the silver wolf pin over my heart.

The huge man whispered in his own mind as he concluded that Adrian wouldn’t be coming for an attack. And also from his calculation he’s the one with a suit and he’s sure that even Adrian’s strongest blow would only damage his suit if at all it would. It’s a special suit designed for him by his father. And it’d be a honor to his reputation right here and now if only he could defeat Adrian and complete this task already. Now, adjusting his suit so he could have more flexibility to attack more freely. This is a designed suit that has all it needed and it’s advanced technology makes it more versatile.

​The Suit-Up ​For the first time since the Severance, the Vanes felt a flicker of their old selves. ​Leo stepped into the Amber-Striker suit. It was heavy, the servos whining as the neural-links connected to his spine. When he clenched his fist, a blast of kinetic energy flared from the gauntlets. It wasn't the "Wild Code," but it was close.

“Just deal with her already.” And just like that, they fired. A deafening blast lit up the restroom. Smoke bloomed like a thundercloud around me. When it cleared, I was still standing…unscathed. I met their eyes and savored the shock in their expressions. How was I alive? Easy. My sleek black suit is also Reinforced with polymer mesh and experimental nano-weave—weapon-resistant, fire-retardant, and insult-proof. I’d tested it in worse conditions than this dump.

I say with full honesty. As remove my hand and step away, the mirror dims and I only see myself. Turning, I slowly walk toward the darkest corner of the room. Hanging from a hook is a suit not unlike the one I wore as the technician. But this suit was not designed for containment like the other suit I was forced to wear, this suit was designed for war. In addition to giving me all the support I'll need to keep my body safe as it heals, it will increase my strength and agility. This suit was created by my father as a way to make anyone into a super soldier.

to help blend in. She ultimately decided on an all-black suit of environmental armor. It was light and gave her an incredible amount of mobility. And although it was a generation old, back then it was top of the line equipment.

He had been a very hard man to please. My suit had already been picked out by Georgia. It was a custom-made suit but without a tie, specifically designed for me. The torso, back, and shoulder of the suit were imbued with a thin Kevlar material to protect me against bullets. I entered the shower and rinsed off my sweat and the smell of sex from my body. I slicked back my hair as I glared at myself in the mirror. I failed to recognize the man that glared back at me.

Player 7. She didn't know whether to thank god that her life was spared or to get even more frightened about what she is about to face right now. If she is to choose, she'd rather die from the guy's bullet than to get tortured by this player. Player 7 walked towards Eleonna. She removed her black coat as she wiped her hands on it. She's now wearing a turtle neck shirt. Now that she removed her cover, Eleonna got a better look at her. She had a dark red permed hair, she also had a sharp eyes that made her look like a fox. To Eleonna's surprise, she smiled at her.

There was a tiny mask covering the cheekbone area on the mannequin's head then down to the torso was a green snake circling a tiny lightning bolt emblem colored half green and half blue. Gasping, Natasha recognized the super suit. “You have very gifted friends,” chimed Katie. Natasha felt a warmness inside her as she smiled, clearly knowing who or rather which ‘gifted friend’ Katie was referring to. “So, do you like it?” asked Carter. “Are you kidding! I love it!” “Oh thank God!” Carter exhaled with relief, “you have no idea how much nanotech I used in making that suit!” Carol approached Natasha. “Step by step and you probably won't even need me anymore.”

“But… what kind of surgery are you about to have?” “It’s a little hard to explain. You know Colonel Rhodey in the Avengers, right?” “The other Iron Man? Oh, what was his name again?” “Yes. War Machine. You remember when he got injured in Civil War?” Kate’s eyes light up. “Oh right! After that, he was wearing those high-tech leg braces designed by Tony Stark.” “Exactly. Except I won’t have any leg or arm braces. It’ll still be me. My own limbs, the bones inside my skin etc.”