Nightwing Hoodie Novels & Stories

“Black with grey dots… another black with red design. These look really nice...I love black but this is even better.” He grinned like I’d just handed him the keys to a Lamborghini. I don't understand why he was acting like a giant kid, and it was annoyingly adorable. Maybe he hasn't received gifts since his parents died. The thought made my heart ache. How sad. Then came the embarrassing decision. The most expensive one too. He pulled out the bright pink hoodie and unfolded it. The bold black text with tiny sunglass printed across the front read: **Bad Boys Can Wear Pink Too.**

It was a peaceful night for all and I know that it is a shifting night- which means many werewolves will be roaming around. I left the Palace with a hoodie on, it was not just a hoodie. One of my wizard friend casted magic on it...it's basically my source of protection. It is a black knitted hoodie that once I put on, made me invisible...like any other magic, it is for limited time only and my Hoodie has a 24 hours magic capacity. It was night. "Good night King Uncle." He went and kiss me in mu forehead. "Goodnight baby. Don't stay up too late, we will going to see your cousin's engagement tomorrow."

I said, hoping she would lend me. "Oh, my goodness. I would lend you even if you didn't have to do anything for me." She said, looking at me like she was mesmerized. I collected her hoodie and wrapped it around my head like an hijab, which had a face cover, then I signed her an autograph, and stood up. "Thank you." I whispered to her. "That's certainly Blaze Nightingale." I heard a lot of people say. Then I looked back, and the hoodie, twitched, revealing a recognizable part of my face, which they all saw, and they all screamed, trying to come close to me.

'We'll meet again. The number of participants once again reduced. ~ In a dark alley ~ Red particles began to leave the alley and a man with a shadow blade left the alley. He gave a sinister smile and his eyes are blood red and half of his face were covered by a dark blue owl mask. He left with two SS+ emblems lying on the ground. "I will hunt down the one I saw at the park." The man wearing the gray hoodie is sitting on top of the roof of the house where Knight is and is keeping watch of the surroundings.

His eyes lingered on my bloodied shirt. "I'm okay, really. I healed. I just want to get out of here." "Alright, hop on, let's go." A few more motorcycles pulled in behind us. Cole handed me his helmet. I swung my leg over. I traced the wings on his black leather jacket. I'd never gotten a chance to see them up close. It was an intricate embroider of a curvy woman with angel wings bent forward, blowing a kiss. Above it in scripted writing read "Ardor Brothers."

I lowered the crowbar back to the floor and stood slowly from where I had been crouching in front of the Beetle. I watched his house to see if anyone else would be coming out, so far no one did. This was probably my only chance at getting back at the piece of shit. I pulled the zipper on my Darth Vader mask hoodie up to my neck and pulled the hoodie over my head but left my face bare. I didn't want to draw too much attention from any unsuspecting neighbours by using the mask, plus I hated the stupid eye holes that came with it.

Midnight [Rina P.O.V] The bells of Aetherion Academia didn't chime. They tolled like a hammer hitting a coffin nail. I adjusted the charcoal-black hood of my assassin's silks. Fabric treated with shadow-ink. Designed to swallow light and dampen the sound of my heartbeat. Beside me, Seraphina looked like a wraith. Frame hidden beneath a heavy, tactical cloak. "Check the perimeter." I whispered. Mason leaned against the stone archway of the medical wing. Face a mask of cold fury. A man who had already died once this week.

I sighed. “Then we have to make sure he doesn’t see you,” I said, already moving to the closet. I had no idea what Ava owned, so I just grabbed the biggest, darkest thing I could find: a faded black hoodie with holes in the cuffs and what looked like a burn mark on one shoulder. “Put this on. Keep the Hood up, and your head down. If you don’t want to see anyone, we’ll find a path where you won’t.” She stared at the hoodie like it was a snake. The phone buzzed again, and this time she stuffed it deep in her pocket, still not answering. I wondered what it was like to be so wanted and so unable to answer the call.

“Unless you’re planning on sleeping in a place with an open door, you two coming with me,” “Pap-“ “I’m not negotiating, Indra,” he turns to his daughter, who huffs out crossing her arms. The big hoodie she had on was mine, with the Korean engraving at the back, written ‘Vincenzo’. Ask me why I’d customised that, and I wouldn’t tell you. I love that hoodie, just as much as I loved the series. And uh…*cough* Vincenzo. “I mean it, mija. I can’t leave you here knowing you’re unsafe,”

We have a lot to discuss because I am finding this a little tasking to achieve. I walk to the wardrobe and pick out a hoodie from the hanger. I have already arranged my stuffs in his wardrobe even without his consent. After all, we are one now. I pick a black hoodie and wear it, Drawing the dangling ropes to enclose it more. It’s deep in the night and I’m sure no one is going to see me leaving. It’ quite pathetic that my mate isn’t even here for our wedding night. I leave the room and safely exit the house.