Demon Slayer Uniforms Novels & Stories

"Those things don't suit you." She smiled and turned her face to Geon, the demon was wearing a white dress shirt, dark pants and riding boots. The suspenders had rose details and he wore the same hat as always. Geon moved closer to Artemisia, also watching the cubs playing happily on that patch of grass. "How's the bruises?"

On the back, a logo of a terrifying silver dragon with an open mouth was imprinted, indicating they are from East House. Himari looked at sleeping Mizu once again, "We will wait for you Mizu on the middle floor." she said believing without a trace of doubts. And uttered with a sense of command, "Let's go." The rest nodded at her and walked solemnly in the pathway, beside her. Wearing their new acquired uniform, where their back and their presence was even more intimidatingly strong. The four of them look like a mystical shadow knight in a fairy tale world, walking with full of confident and emitting a great aura of superiority.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

Ruby retorted. "And you're killing mine with your short skirt." Aleister responded leaning against the battle-ax and directing her a flirtatious smile. As he had said the witch was wearing a black crop top which exposes her violet bra strap paired with a purple outdoor short skirt while the demon wore a black t-shirt, camouflage pants, and combat boots making him look quite military. "Just get back to work." she deadpanned. "Got it boss." the demon saluted before walking off to cut down another pitiful tree.

I am not really sure what the mechanics are because, to make it fair, just like how every tournament was held in Purple Hill, whenever a family is joining, someone else decides on the mechanics. I prepared myself as I wore the warrior uniform that my mom had created for all she-wolves. The uniform is an all-black body suit that hugs every curve of my body. The body suit was designed to be a camouflage, especially in the dark. The reason why it was so tight-fighting was not for looks, even though our male warriors beg to disagree, but for flawless movement and flexibility. I was almost in the dining area when I heard the sound of laughter and loud whispers. Everyone turned to look at me the m

The fabric glittered with a pattern denoting her rank and position among the Hunters, as well as her personal mark: a blossoming rose, bleeding. The vampire really looked beautiful. Shiny raven-colored hair flowed down in a luxurious flow almost to his knees, and blue-black strands of bangs covered his thin, youthful face. The black clothes fit like a second skin. It consisted of a linen shirt with short sleeves without a collar and cambric pants that fit tightly to the legs. Over the dark clothes, the brunette wore a blue sleeveless vest with gold plaques, as well as a scarlet bandage-belt on his hips, also decorated with the sign of Kitoriya, to which was attached a long sword in a carved

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

If you ask me they are not all that. The second I walked into my room my mouth dropped open. On my bed was some grey pants laid out neatly, which wasn't the surprising part, no, what shocked me was the grey high neck no sleeved button down shirt, every single set of uniform had sleeves except this one. They've done this on purpose those, mutts. They want the world to see my arm and know what a disgusting creature I am. They want the world to know that I, Dylan Riley, am nothing more than 'human scum'.

I muttered, opening the door wider and letting him step in. Damon sighed, standing in the centre of the room and not walking further. He rubbed the stubble on his jaw, his head tilting slightly, and his face blank. I wondered what he was thinking. My gaze wandered from his slicked-back hair to his outfit. Damon was dressed up for the event. He was wearing a fitted black compression shirt, a lightweight leather harness strapped across his chest, holding three throwing knives. Although there was space for more. His black leather pants hugged his frame and accentuated long, strong legs that went on forever. He wore fingerless gloves, worn at the knuckles, and heavy boots that could squash small

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.