Mando Helmet Novels & Stories

Exposing the letter ‘U’ marked at the back of his neck. “What a waste, look at those royal guards, ain’t you guys useless. To be a guard for these great men. Is just a waste of time if you ask me.” A female voiced wearing a full scale mail with a plume of white feathers attached like a comb on his helmet without a weapon held but a gothic war hammer strapped on her right side with the letter ‘L’ designed on her gauntlet.

It is as if those items are solely created to be part of that vehicle. He then look back at the dog who is now wagging its tail with satisfaction. It is as if the dog find it a good thing that he is now wearing a safety equipments. Locking the helmet and finally fixing the gloves on his hand, he againg bring back his gaze to the cabinet on where items are placed accordingly. His eyes finally landed on the sight of the helmet. It is the one that is small but large enough for the head of a dog to fit. He then laugh after finding that the color is similar to the maroon color of his helmet and vehicle.

Misaki made this out of fire rat's fur, it's fire and slash-resistant. " Here." " Hm?" I look up just to have something going over my head and before I knew it I was staring at Rookie's ocean blue eyes through bars. It seriously looks very familiar..... but I can't remember who!! " It's a knight helmet where the chin piece is able to come off. It makes it easier to drink or eat but the visor is on the inside. So it's unable to slide upwards like other helmets, but that's good for you since you're hiding from someone... right?"

Nina smiled and bowed low. Tori chuckled. "Anyways, No need to introduce ourselves, right? You know our names, I guess?" Nina nodded, with a smile. "Well then, Nina is gonna be producing something called a helmet that can control people like Celia. Once you wear that helmet, they won't harm you. They'll obey you instead" Tori said. "Wow!" Tiana smiled. "Wanna know the best thing? You can use the helmet to be free, tame, control, command, and order a million living dead" Tori explained, further.

I scrambled to my feet, brushing off the back of my clothes as the door swung open. I expected to see Damon. Maybe Cole returning with more questions. Instead, a guard stepped into the room. But something about him immediately set my nerves on edge. The helmet covered his entire head and face—one of those tactical models I'd seen other pack guards wearing during security drills. But this felt different. Wrong somehow. I couldn't see his eyes, couldn't read any expression. Couldn't even tell if it was a man or woman behind the protective gear. "Where's the Alpha?" I asked, staying near the back wall. "Is he coming back anytime soon?"

Liam was doing a fantastic job of handling this place and I didn't see any need to stress over it. Parking right at the entrance, I took off my suit. Undid a few chest buttons on my shirt. I rolled up my sleeves after untucking my shirt from my pants. I reached for my black face cap, combing my hair to the back with my fingers, and I wore the face cap.

a voice echoed. The man in the matte black motorcycle helmet didn't even laugh. He just stood there like a metallic insect. The fabric of his tactical jumpsuit was heavy, reinforced nylon that didn't reflect a single ray of the sun. But the helmet was the worst part. It wasn't a shiny biker lid, it was a dull, scratched up carbon fiber shell. The visor was a deep, midnight chrome, I couldn't see his eyes, only my own terrified, battered reflection staring back at me from the curve of his face. His phone chirped. "Yeah?" he grunted. A pause. "Perfect. Rose took the bait. She’s here."

11 he said over her shoulder as she admired the piece. Hermes was like a messenger of the Gods, he was able to travel between all realms and get word from one side to the other without being trapped like the other souls. He was in good graces with everyone, he didn’t pick sides, and he was perfectly content being the middle man for all eternity. “Hermes?” She asked and as if on cue, he appeared. A medium-sized man with short, curly blonde hair and a round face, he carried a golden staff with small wings on the top12.

The few who did have their helmets on were all open faced. POP! POP! POP! "HEHE I-I-I FORGOT HOW M-MUCH F-FUN THIS CAN B-BE!" Mortis cheered from the back of the line thrusting his stick out again, and again. If everyone wasn't so concentrated on the battle at hand they would probably look at their friend with both concern and disgust.

Their faces were covered with bandanas and their helmets were black as well. They all have different designs on them, the Sergeant’s has a skull and crossbones. It was on top of the helmet. The other six men have rifles and snakes on their helmets. These men and the four civilians stood near the Humvees. The civilians were standing in the parking lot while these seven soldiers scanned the base with their eyes. Their rifles were up and pointed in each direction I could see.