Steve Apocalypse Outfit Novels & Stories

Liza looked at the place before her in amazement, as Steve glanced around uncomfortably, his smooth and slick mask melting away and being replaced by a man trying to impress the woman he liked. Steve had shown up at Liza's house with potted roses in his hands and a handsome smile on his face, sharp at 7:00. He was wearing black jeans with a forest green button-down, which somehow matched perfectly with the color of Liza's dress. His hair was messily styled and the way he presented the potted roses to Liza with a flourish, no one would have assumed that he was the author of a bestseller. Liza looked at him and her heart fluttered, not with excitement but with uneasiness, as to what was to com

Jonas gripped my cheeks and shushed me, "No my darling, you're not going in there today. But misbehave and you'll go back in there." I nodded my head and let out a little sigh. He stood up to his full height and patted my head. "Now sweetness we have a new visitor, I'm sure you know who he is." He moved to the side and I looked behind him, my eyes widened and my mouth fell open. Steve. He was strapped to a chair just like me, his wrists and ankles were tied to it by rope and he had duct tape over his mouth. His eyes were wide and they began to look over my body, the clothes I wore the first day were covered in blood and barely hanging on my body, he was wearing a black shirt and a pair of sh

“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.

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.

"So you care about me?" Emma shrugged, feigning indifference. "I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t." Her heart pounded as Steve stood, removing his kevlar vest and silver armor. His shirt followed, revealing his muscular back, broad and scarred from battles past. Emma had to force herself to breathe. The sight of him, powerful yet wounded, did something to her. But then— Her breath hitched. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, but hesitated just before touching his skin.

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.

Chapter Five Veyra’s POV The next morning, I woke earlier than usual. I had barely slept after everything that happened the previous day, and the conversation between Cairos and Orien kept returning to my mind no matter how many times I tried to push it away. I got dressed for work and left after making sure Zuri is okay too. The moment I stepped outside, I stopped. Cairos was already seated in his car, ready to leave, there was only one private car in the entire Underworld, and it belonged to Cairos. Most people moved around in military transports or settlement vehicles because fuel and working roads had become too valuable after the apocalypse.