Female Anime Battle Outfits Novels & Stories

I lead Diana down the hallways and stairs until we reach the girls’ lockers room. I lean against the wall, waiting for her to change into her clothes before we head out to the gymnasium. The girls’ gym outfits consist of grey fitted halter top shirts, spandex shorts or yoga pants, and sneakers. The guys aren’t wearing shirts at all, simply shorts or sweat pants along with a pair of sneakers. The gym is full of angels already, light on one side, dark on the other, just like usual. I lean against the wall, unconsciously staring at their wings with envy. Diana’s wings are some of the most beautiful I have ever seen: deep black with an almost red tint to them. They drag a few inches on the groun

All her emotions should be stabilized and fighting was her way to get it all back in check! She went to her room in a huff like a gushing wind and change her clothes to a rider outfit. It wasn't her casual outfit which was white. It was all black just like what she wore during those days when she started to join in a fight. Black bodysuit with a pair of black combat shoes. It was her favorite trend during her miserable days. Not a simple fight but an underground fight! Underground means illegal. There's no way she could back out on this kind of adrenaline rush battle. She had defeated a lot of underground fighters and today was no exception! She would unleash all her emotional wreck in the a

Her perfect body seems elegantly beautiful as if it was meant for only her. Unlike Melissa, who still had her black Leotard and nothing else. No pants, no bra, no slippers just that! Her red hair had spikes like she just fought with the walking dead! She looks wide like a warrior princess, originated from an anime character. Her big brown eyes look slightly swollen and red, the aftereffect of crying for long. Her cheeks were also red, obviously hot red! Her palms and finger look slightly bruised same as her neck and healing cuts at the corner of her lips.

I pushed open the door to the changing room. Inside, it was quiet. Clean. Rows of lockers lined the walls, with benches in between. A large mirror stretched across one side, reflecting the girl standing in the center. Me. I walked toward my assigned space. Waiting for me was my outfit. Not a gown. Not something soft. Something made for battle. I reached for it slowly. The fabric felt different, flexible, designed to move with the body. It was a fitted combat outfit, deep black with subtle silver lines running along the seams.

Watching through Rayna's eyes I was completely awed by the show. Rayna was totally unmoved she handled everything like a pro. My siren beast is a crazy bitch warrior. Our clothes changed to some ancient like female warrior attire. The best way to describe it is skin tight leggings made if animal skin, but it was a full body armor, with something like bikini panties and a halfway top. Almost like a crop top. It had sharp looking edged sleeves. There was something on my forearms, it thick and padded. But not heavy. I didn't know the bracelet was almost like a fighting suit.

It was Setsuna, his childhood friend, and knight in charge of his protection. She was wearing a long, black kimono that stretched to her thighs with an armor plate covering her chest. Two arm guards of equally dark colors rested on her upper arms. A bluish-black obi was wrapped around her waist and held her assortment of Japanese-themed clothes together. Seeing her, it was like he was facing a samurai girl. Which he believed was what she tried to project herself to be. A samurai warrior. He gave a small smile to her but otherwise did not speak before facing the old woman again.

The gender of the chibi figure was definitely female, seeing how her wardrobe consisted of a red cheongsam battle-style dress with bold gold accents and designs. "The name is Ruby, your Celestial Pixie! Your passionate feelings towards your friends have awoken me! Now, let us do battle, my master!" said the fiery-spirited, Celestial Pixie, Ruby, who left Maria’s mouth gaping, eyes speechlessly fixated onto the floating pixie and thought to herself, 'This day just got a whole lot weirder.'

Arina's POV I have no idea why I was feeling so nervous. I was sweating. I was dressed up in fully fighting attire with black jeans and a black top with a black long dress cardigan with flare. It was giving it an elegant look but it can be removed during the fights. The makeup was also done in a way to make me look fierce. Yes, although it was a competition, Arcangelo has sent so many people since morning to do my hair and make-up and outfit. They told me this outfit is resin and is a different kind of cloth, which can prevent it from tearing up so it can save my body from cutting up. Soon Nonna came inside. She is a sweet old lady and I have gotten close to her as she is the only female I c

"Alright, let's get to work." For the rest of the night, Kazuha kept her ears out for anyone or anything who wants to spy or eavesdrop on them. She has found a few and made it in a way to not throw off anyone off as suspicious. She even called her sister who promised her help as soon as possible. Cai Kang called Kurai and told him the plan and he agrees to it, already getting ready and heading to find the others. They all get ready for battle. Kazuha wore the jacket and loose black pants, she wore before but she has the hood on, a mask made to amplify her voice and wore combat boots to help her fighting style. Ryosuke wore a similar outfit except that he has gloves with metal casing to make

Finally, she set aside the list and pulled out her sketchbook. The armor dress from earlier stared back at her—all sharp edges and dangerous lines. She added to it now, refining the details. A neckline that suggested vulnerability but was actually reinforced. Sleeves that looked delicate but could conceal anything. A silhouette that was both elegant and intimidating. A dress for battle disguised as beauty. As she drew, she felt herself relaxing. This was hers. These designs, these dreams—they belonged to her alone. No one could take them. No one could corrupt them. A knock at her door made her look up.