Invincible Iron Man Suit Novels & Stories

I love the simplistic design as it served my purpose. The suit was made to protect my vital organs but not restrict movement. More importantly, it was infused with medical technology that was connected straight to Kevin's system. Should anything happen to me, the nanofibre will detect it and send the information back to Cain. Depending on the severity of my condition and location, my artificial intelligence assistants will take the necessary actions as pre-programmed.

"We have something for you. Something to make sure everyone knows exactly who they're dealing with." They set the cases down on the table. Silas clicked the latches and swung the lid open. My breath hitched. Resting in the foam was a suit of armor unlike anything I’d ever seen. It wasn't the dull silver of the guard or the black of the scouts. It was a deep, bruised crimson—the color of drying blood, polished to a mirror sheen. "It’s dark red," I whispered, reaching out to touch the cold metal of the breastplate.

Whatever he had in his hand, I was making sure he could not fire it even as he yelled and shook to throw me off. The tussle continued for a while and then I realized just how much of a trouble killing these people was going to be. Whatever they had around their body, it was like some sort of space suit—one that it was almost totally impossible to break through. I growled in anger and frustration, trying to find a weak point in the suit. He fought back thoroughly, struggling to nudge me off. I roared as I tore through the helmet. The man groaned, reaching for some buttons on his suit. He clicked on them just as I reached into the suit and with my claws, I impaled him. He shook and fell limp a

Fear, they said, was useful only until it started lying to you. Then Bukky placed the rest. The bulletproof suit wasn’t bulky the way people imagined protection to be. It was light, flexible, engineered to disappear beneath elegance. A second skin disguised as fabric. “You wear this under,” Bukky said calmly. “No exceptions.” I nodded. The outfit waiting beside it was a black two-piece that was tailored and sharp. One that understated power. Jacket cut clean at the shoulders. Trousers fitted but fluid. The kind of outfit that didn’t ask to be seen but demanded attention anyway.

After moving the curtains, I cursed at my mate, Zaliver. The room had metal blinds. Like literally, metal blinds that were closed and bolted to the frame so I wouldn’t try to jump out, I guess. It kind of reminded me of Iron Man, but I somehow doubted that the wolf god had time to sit around and watch Tony Stark be a billionaire, playboy—whatever. I tilted my head at the strong shield-like blinds. Were these already here even before I got in?

“The guy on the front looks familiar. Is this the Iron Man?” “Yeah, he is a superhero, but he has no real powers...just money. So, he built a suit to fight the villains.” I started to put the MCU movies on her bookcase in order. “There are some people who say that Ironman is just a rip-off. Because he has no powers, he is just filthy rich....” “Like Batman?” Samantha asked before looking very confused and deep in thought. “Yeah! Exactly!” I was excited, “you know Batman?”