Ninja Suits Ninjago Novels & Stories

This taunting sentence came from an alluring crimson-haired boy, draped in a regal white suit, gold embroidery stitched into the fabric. "Now! Now! Lu-chan! You gotta learn to smile more! Ria-chan loves those who smile." Appearing opposite of Richard with his hand resting on the princess's shoulder was another good-looking boy that got girls blushing, raven hair worn in a ponytail that seemed to have gotten longer. "Akihito, remove your hand before I do it for you." Luna's mood plummeted further with Akihito's presence. Unlike Richard, decked out in a pure white suit, Akihito was in a stylish black suit.

Nimue ~~ I didn't expect to see Jin looking extraordinarily breathtaking as he walked my Mom down the aisle. He wore a dark blue suit that fitted him perfectly, a white shirt, and a silver tie. His hair was neatly styled in a modern cut, and his overall look was polished and professional. I had never seen a young guy look so reserved like he was in his thirties even though his face said something else. ‘Gosh, Nimue, what are you doing?! Your mother is literally walking down looking so beautiful and graceful, yet, your mind is on a man?’ I reprimanded myself so hard, feeling all shades of guilt for not registering Mom first.

With one glance, I knew he was the perfect mark. He exuded power and danger, draped in a suit that whispered wealth—a custom-made masterpiece worth around one-hundred thousand dollars. The Alexander Amosu Vanquish II Bespoke suit fit him perfectly, showing off a lean, muscled build that spoke of both discipline and strength. His hair, thick and dark, was meticulously styled, he likely spent a fortune on maintaining it.

The Slayer from the Undina Clan in the north. Through four-year-old Aki, the only things available within her field of vision were almost identical pant legs. Court officials of the Clan of Stork favored white baggy pants that complemented their tops with the very wide sleeves. All extra widths of fabric worked like a cat’s whiskers and brushed against obstacles to alert them to any potential dangers, while the clip-clopping geta clogs would give way to closed-toe tabi boots when donning a white Slayer suit. The getas were cumbersome compared to the steel-toe-capped boots which felt like having nothing on the feet.

I grumbled as Maddox pulled me into the closet. “I like these pants on you.” Maddox grabbed a pair of skinny jeans with holes in them. They were stretchy, so it wasn’t a big deal. “I haven’t seen you wear this yet.” He pulled down a white body suit that had long sleeves and had deep square neckline. It would really show off come cleavage. “My boobs look good in this one. Do you really want me to wear that?” Maddox didn’t even turn around. “I can fight. Wear what you want.” He had pulled out jeans that hugged him nicely and a white athletic shirt. It was tight enough that I could count his abs.

But he forced himself to stay. He reached out, his rough fingers brushing the small steel bead he had braided into my hair. The metal was cool against my scalp. "Teeth," he reminded me. I stepped out of the shadows. The transition was violent. One second, cool darkness. The next, a wall of heat and blinding light. The artificial suns baked the moisture from my skin instantly. I wasn't wearing gold. I wasn't wearing a cape. I wore the matte-black nanoweave suit. It clung to me like oil, cold and synthetic. Over it, I wore battered leather training gear—scuffed, functional, smelling of Viggo’s sweat and Barzil’s polish. I wore the silver wolf pin over my heart.

Almost like a knife going through butter. Today, we got the call to head out to the middle of nowhere. James got the coordinates of where we were going. The special suits we got are universal soldier gear, they are not out yet for regular soldiers to wear. To everyone, they look like regular shirts and combat pants like a regular soldier, but they are not.

What has gotten into his head out of nowhere? Right! I was seated beside a very dashing Ibhaan Sindhuja Akumji, sporting the goofiest grin I have ever seen on his face after he had sucked my tits dry. He wore a jet-black military suit, pairing it up with a cute bow, and a grey waistcoat that miraculously made him look younger, radiant, and ogle-worthy. It was his assigned wedding attire, whereas mine is an impeccably abhorrent green Vinni & Duanha.

The enemies are quick and she wasn't able to escape at once. "Watch out Lady Amara! They are after you!" The twins shouted. Unbelievably, Princess Melissa is siding her now. "They're quick," Akira said not minding the pain. Soon, her wounds healed. The ninjas surrounded them. They look like a usual ninja. Black clothes, a full-face mask, and a sharp shining sword. Their one knee is on the ground pointing forward, the other leg is extended sideways, one hand is placed on the ground in front, and their one hand is holding the handle of their swords that is still intact at their backs. Their eyes are fixed to the three people in the middle.

“We need to go, gorgeous.” Nigel smiled as I looked up and made eye contact in the mirror. He looked exquisite in his tailored suit. On most days, Nigel sported a refined style, favoring slacks and crisp button-down shirts that embodied the dignified presence of a Gamma Guard. However, he raised the bar even higher for special occasions like tonight—the wedding of our Alpha and Luna. Nigel exuded charisma and confidence, wearing a fitted three-piece black suit accentuating his athletic frame. I couldn’t quite grasp why he would ever find me appealing. Even when he called me gorgeous, a part of me struggled to accept it. After years of embracing my identity as a tomboy and devoted warrior, I