Skel Suit Novels & Stories

Keelan let out a long deep sigh as he reached for the bottle of wine—amongst other empty ones—in front of his friend before pouring himself a glass, letting the familiar taste slide and moisten his dry throat. He's had a very long and tiring trip and when he had stopped over at his friend's office on his way home from the airport, only to find it empty—which was a bit unusual—seeing as it was still a Wednesday, he had called Skull to ask about Jordan's whereabouts. Owen Skull was the huge dark skinned man that was currently standing at the door with Jordan's suit jacket in one hand and a tablet in the other. He was adorned in his usual attire, a black suit, white T–shirt peeking underneath w

Rachel groaned while I let out an tired sigh. I briefly saw our two Atlantean instructors sharing amuse look before they lead us to do some stretches. Then they assisted us to the water threadmills. We were skeptical at first because our outfits might become wet and would weigh us down, but the second that our boots touched the bottom our body was still dry. It was then that we realized that our suit was waterproof from the neck to our toes. "Just run as fast as you can. You can slow down but do not stop running." Skyr instructed. Rachel and I followed and started running at our own pace.

Trying to undo the attention I brought him. He's proving to the public that he's straight. But he's into me, and I'll prove it. “I'm not worried,” I say to Diego while I continue eating. _____________ Hours later. I usually wear black. To intimidate, but tonight—--- I don't want that. Still, I don't want anything too bright. “I wore a faded — sky blue shirt under a black suit. Dark brown formal shoes. Cologne sprinkled over my hair and clothes—-- Invictus only this time.

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.

His normal clothes when he appeared in front of the humans were nothing like the ones he was wearing now . ' This black suit with dark blue gems , is very refreshing ! I suddenly feel very at ease and comfortable . Maybe it's because my mana is mixin with the texture made from the dark silk . The material used for this suit is amazing . I wonder , in which place filled with dark energy , grandfather placed this suit ?! Looking at it . his main function seems to be absorbing power from other resources and giving that power to me . This is quite nice . ' thought Eskylrious with a serious tone . After he finished , Eskylrious went out of his room then headed to stairs to go to the entrance and

“Just leave. I'm on schedule right now, and I've got work to get to.” “Sorry, Lea.” Ellie mumbled. “Don't, Ellie. Go.” I said, pointing towards the corridor. The two of them held hands as they walked down the corridor. I placed my hands underneath my nose and went in to suit up. My suit is black and consists of a steel getup that ends in a puffed skirt and tights. It is long-sleeved, flexible, and easy to move around in. My helmet is cat-like, and it fits my small face. But there's one way to describe my getup: I hate it. Savannah told me that Elias purposely gave me this getup because I hate skirts and cats are the bane of my existence. I complained about it, but as usual, Elias said,

She and Stacey held hands as they twitched with anticipation together. Riley was on Dylan’s knee on the sofa with Ethan, and Sabastian sat beside them. Kara and Elio were in the corner near the back of the room. Jaden, Caden and Avery were on the other side of Stacey, standing ready to strike. “The suits have been made to measure and after some testing they will hold in place when you shift and shift back so you will be protected in both forms,” Jaden whistled impressively as Gabriel picked up several dark navy suits that reminded me of a wet suit, long sleeves, and to the knee.

Sleeping was the last thing you wanted to be doing here. There was movement off to his left and he pulled out his pistol, reflexes still sharp even after everything. It was a figure limping towards him, half stumbling. The closer it came, the more he could tell this person was infected—the secretion covering its Hazmat suit, emanating from a hole in the helmet. He could see enough to know that this was Strauss’ assistant, the one who’d thrown herself out of the window.

It was a heavy, electric tension that made my skin prickle. Sloane sat with her long legs stretched out. She wore a flawless, matte – black tactical suit, an earpiece resting snugly in her ear. She was the absolute picture of lethal composure, her flinty eyes scanning the perimeter of the townhouse. She looked like a fucking god of war. I sat right beside her.

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.