Steve Apocalypse Outfit Novels & Stories

“Tell them this—if they want Adrian, they’ll have to go through me first. And if they plan to defeat me, they’ll need smarter men than you.” Mockery laced every word. From what Steve could tell, the man’s intimidating aura wasn’t entirely from his own real strength. Much of it came from the beast gear he wore—armor designed to enhance strength and resilience, its energy bleeding outward and inflating his presence. Strip that armor away, and he’d be little more than the others Steve had already killed. And for Steve, he feels like when he was still actively in his prime days. ⸻ Elsewhere. Seralyth, Kaelithar, and Amanda stood within the Wolflines estate.

’ Under the hot shower, once again thinking about the past, Steve started writhing like his entire body is on magma. Steve squeezes his eyes and lets two drops of tears fell from his eyes and mixed with water. Then, he turned off the faucet and moved out of the washroom wrapping towel on his waist. He changed in white night pants and a light blue t-shirt. When he was combing in front of a mirror, don't know why his heart was pondering and wanted to see her the innocent beauty once. Steve consoled his emotions. For the past three months, the cheerful and smiling Steve turned to the cold and emotionless man.

They all only took their standard armor, having had years to work out the kinks of fighting in them exactly like this. “Are you guys not going to put on more?” Steve asked as he walked up to them. He was in full armor, bullet proof vest, shoulder, knee, and elbow pads, and some thick leather gloves. He even had one of the very few visored helmets. It wasn’t something made by the rebellion, but found in the city. “We’ve spent years like this. Countless missions, from scouting to full on attacks.” Chriso told him with a lopsided grin. He, like the rest of his squad, only sported a bullet proof vest, pads for the knees and elbows, and thick gloves.

Steve was strung up with thick silver chains around his neck directly over a large cauldron filled with boiling liquid silver. His shirt had been stripped off, but when I looked, there was no mark on his body. "Steve," I muttered softly and he slowly raised his head. "Viktor-" he sounded surprised to see me and he looked around. "Viktor, you have to leave, they are going to make you to-" "I don't care. I'm getting you out of here," I interrupted him and moved closer to him. "No, no, not so fast," I heard Papa's voice and I look sideways to see him come in through a door that was behind Steve with four Vampires accompanying him.

Caspian and Charlotte, who he caught, also fell heavily to the floor. Although Steve avoided the full blow of the Spiritual Palace under the protection of the divine consciousness of the ancestor of the monsters, it did not mean he was left unharmed. His current tragic situation was simply indescribable. The armor that protected Steve's entire body was long blown to dust. Moreover, he was also covered with blood, and a layer of his scalp was shaved off, revealing visible white bones. If Steve were a mortal, he would have died countless times with such injuries. Even the half-demonized Steve felt his figure was in severe pain when he breathed as if he were being burned by fire.

The water rippled around her, covering her thighs, her waist, up to her breasts—but not high enough to hide the peaks of her nipples, already tight and flushed from the heat. Steve’s wolf stirred. A growl built low in his throat—not of anger, but of need. She leaned her head back, wetting her hair, then looked at him with those teasing green eyes. “You coming in or not, Alpha?” He stepped forward, pulling his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. Scars lined his chest and abs like medals—testaments to survival. His pants came next. No underwear. He never wore them. Her eyes dropped to him, hungry and deliberate.

As he had already studied their arranged attack pattern before striking, things were now a lot easier for him, even though he had received lots of attack injuries from unknown places. All this chaos finally ended. Adrian transformed back, blood all over his body, countless injuries now on his birthday suit. "My lord, ohhh shit," Steven chuckled, seeing Adrian in his birthday suit. "He doesn't even have shame." "What, haven't you seen something as long and thick like this?" Adrian teased. Steven shook his head, tearing off parts of his army veil for Adrian to wear to the car. "Sir Adrian, we are in time for the hunting event. Are we going there or home?" Steven asked as they got to the car.

I wondered to myself and was also a little curious, so I stood and waited for that person to appear. I opened my eyes wide, surprised when the person getting out of the car was Steven. The sound of shouting grew louder; they crowded to take pictures with him. Since the day he saved me from Kirk, I haven't seen him again. Steven is still as stylish and elegant as ever. He wears a fitted black suit and a white shirt. He wears a dark gray knee-length robe over it; his hair is combed with glue to accentuate the handsomeness of a powerful man. It makes Steven more attractive. I couldn't figure it out myself, but somehow I found every detail about him amazingly fascinating.

"That's fine. This is my entire income. I'll put all of it in." The three of them lit up instantly. Then I changed the subject. "Hand over everything valuable you own as well— including all the jewelry you're wearing." "What?" Daisy Mitchell shrieked first, reflexively clutching her necklace. "Amelia, what do you mean by that? Your dad gave me these for our wedding. How could you—" "Mom," I cut her off coldly, my gaze utterly calm, "in the apocalypse, jewelry can't be eaten, and they won't protect you from eighty-degree heat."

I smile, excited, and she nods. She leaves, and I change into a bodycon dress. I let my hair flow behind me and apply lipgloss. I wear my favourite sandals, grab my purse, and skip downstairs. I love surprises. Steve seems wonderful, but I can’t help but wonder why his boys are so scared of him. Sebastain didn’t seem scared. He seemed hurt. “Oh, there she is.” Steve smiles as I walk down the stairs. I smile at him. “Hi, Steve. Heard I have a surprise?”