Kitana Costume Novels & Stories

I clenched my jaws as I opened my tent and entered, with Kitana following closely behind. As soon as she was inside, I decided to ask her why she had kissed me earlier. "Why did you do it?" I asked, my hands resting on my waist, awaiting her answer. Kitana passed me and approached the bed, sitting down and leaning back on her elbow. She crossed her legs, exposing part of her thigh through the torn gown she was wearing. "Why do you care?" she replied, raising her eyebrows and playing with her lips. "I only stole a kiss, that's all. Don't make a big fuss about it, Caesar."

I saw that he looked nervous and I was just surprised when someone suddenly pushed him so that Kate entered and she almost fell to the floor. I looked back at the door that now spat out a witch. No, she was what Kate called Lady Dheminiah. It's a purple kimono mixed with pink, but the top of its chest and shoulders are exposed. She's wearing a modern kimono. She looks like a girl, but I don't agree with the color she's wearing because it doesn't suit her. He should only wear light colors. "You are Ales," he promised me when he saw me. His eyebrows were raised as he looked at me.

“I-I’m not that old! I’m married but I’m not that old!” “Oh well…” the little girl tilted her head. “How about ‘Sir’?” Sen looked at her. She was only around two and a half feet tall. She wasn’t wearing any sandals, and her outfit was a white yukata with lavender pictures sewn from her knee to the end, tied with a purple obi and red ribbon. She had long, lilac colored hair with bangs that covered both of her eyes. But when she tilted her head to the side, half of her left eye was exposed, and he could see a mesmerizing violet eye.

Takuto Kimura stood nervously at the door of his grandmother’s house, adjusting the red Tang suit his mom had picked out for him. He looked less like a well-dressed young boy and more like a walking WANGZAI milk candy. The vibrant red fabric clung to him as if it were trying to suffocate him with festive cheer. He could practically feel the judgment of his cousins already. As he took a deep breath, it wasn’t to prepare for family bonding but to brace himself for what he knew would be a battle—his cousin was an all-around child prodigy, and Takuto had no intention of being outperformed today.

Leaves and moss-like fabric formed their clothes, wrapping around their bodies in natural patterns. Katana’s hair tumbled down in long, dark curls that shimmered with green and gold reflections from the firelight. The tribal symbols on her arms and face were deep brown now, almost like carved markings instead of glowing lines. Her eyes—still bright emerald—watched me with curiosity. I took a shaky breath, unsure if I should move. Corin stepped beside me, his hand brushing against mine in quiet reassurance. Katana’s gaze lingered on me for a long moment before she smiled faintly.

Alfi exclaimed punching Wira with his clones at the same time. Wira is managed to be defeated by Alfi. “Say my hello to Taye, I’m sorry for killing your precious best friend. Now, pay him a visit.” Alfi said. Alfi runs to Kartika and the others. They all seem fine. “Is everyone ok?” Alfi asked worrying. “Yes, they are. Someone just helped me before.” Kartika answered. “Yeah, he looks like a Samurai,” Koji added. “His hair is black and he wears a purple kimono,” Katon added.

K A I D A The bruises haven’t even faded from the last trial when Kita calls us back to the courtyard. No rest. No congratulations. Just silence and the weight of whatever comes next. Korra walks beside me, silent. Focused. There’s a tension in her shoulders that I recognize—because it mirrors my own. It’s not just about survival anymore. It’s about legacy. About preparing for whatever monster Lucien is planning to unleash next. Kita stands beneath the stone archway, dressed in armor that looks like it belongs in a history book. A long black coat trimmed in silver. A blade on her back that pulses faintly with energy I can feel from ten feet away.

Even though no one had made a move to hurt her or force her into anything, Bella was still uneasy. The further Kyouka led her through the house, the more she became aware of just how many people lived there. All were strong men clad in Japanese-style outfits; some even carried katanas. It was the kind of scene one only saw in movies—too unreal. Bella might have been fascinated by the entire setup if her life weren’t hanging by a thread. One wrong move, and she might just cease to exist.

Sasha explained, “was a formal dance held on Tanabata night. Only high school juniors and seniors were permitted to attend, but underclassmen could also go if they were invited by an older student to accompany them. “On this night, the seniors and juniors dressed up in traditional Tunturian clothes. Men donned a white garment called retarpe, made from the fiber of the staff-tree and decorated with traditional embroidery and appliqué. Over this garment was worn a blue battle surcoat called kosonte, which had been imported all the way from Honshu. Women, on the other hand, wore ezo nizhiki, Mandarin-collared dresses that had been imported through the trade route with Sakhalin.

~ Zora Despite looking quite native and living in mud houses, The Midland Pack actually had nice interiors. A heavily pregnant woman opened the door to let us in and from the essence of power I felt thrumming inside her, I knew she was the Luna. "This is my wife, Kitana." Chayton said proudly. "Hello and welcome." She said, She was just as beautiful as her husband was handsome. Her long dark hair flowed beyond her waist and was adorned with golden accessories. Clothed in a long flowing flowery dress, she also wore tattoos similar to her husbands.