Ninja Suits Ninjago Novels & Stories

Fiona The lake was beautiful this time of night with the moonlight dancing across the top of it, and now was the perfect time to test out the abilities of the suit that I managed to make. The suits themselves are meant for warriors as they are not only built to help conceal underneath any color of water, but they also have the ability to stick with us while we shift, no matter what specific water fairy we are.

I shout, and I hear his low laugh. I open the bag to reveal a black velvet suit. The tag remains—custom-made, worth a fortune. I cover my mouth, trying to stay silent. This is too much for one night. I strip off my gear, sliding into the soft fabric. It fits like a second skin, accentuating my shoulders and waist. It is elegant, yet leaves just enough skin exposed. I spin, seeing how the light hits the material. I pull my device from my pocket and ping Nia.

The true nexus of their fate now rested on a single point in time and space: the rooftop, under the moon. That night, an hour before he was due to leave, Jack stood in his room, dressed in simple black pants and a dark t-shirt. He was stretching, his muscles coiling and uncoiling like powerful snakes. He was centering himself, preparing for a battle that would be decided by instinct and ferocity. The door opened. It was Catherine. She held a long, flat case in her hands. She said nothing, simply opened it on the bed. Inside, nestled in black foam, was a combat suit. It was a dark grey, almost black, woven from a material he had never seen before. It looked like a high-tech polymer, flexible

Then, I knew their visit would be inevitable and if proper measures were not taken, that visit would become a stay over. "War suits have been provided from each of you. Mistwood pack has more access to technology than any other pack did and these were made by Mistwood pack royal tailors. They would provide comfort during the fight." I finally got out of my head and returned to reality. "Everything's settled then." I stated, moving closer to pick up my own suit. "You should rest for the night or practice if you have to but do not be carried away, the enemy could be near. n

Everyone on her squad wore a slightly different style for their specialty. For Aeon, as a Jack, her outfit consisted of her tank top, combat style pants that stretched easily, and her combat boots. Star, the fast moving sniper and information holder, she wore a tank top and pants as well, but used steel toed sneakers for their better mobility. She also had an unusual dark brown side pouch she used that was not part of standard ware. Chriso, the heavy hitter and muscle, wears a form fitting t-shirt, pants, and combat boots. J7, the scout and tracker, needs shorts for his running, a tank top, and steel toed sneakers.

He would see how successful the first six months are. "Miss Jasmine Waters Sir." The nanny called out, and a bell was heard. The nanny opened the door then and allowed Jasmine to walk in. He saw her in a light brown suit, he never knew suits could be dangerous. He never knew they could be a turn on. He saw how sexy she looked in the skin tight suit she wore. Her handbag was in the same color. He cleared his throat and went ahead to the stationed room. She nodded to the nanny. "Good morning." She stretched out her hands for a handshake. And he received it accordingly.

I found the room Doc James had mentioned, and as promised, it was stocked with many weapons and even bombs. I quickly found some clothes and switched into an all-black combat suit. The gear was made for action, with a sleek, tactical look. The top was snug but padded for protection, with plenty of pockets for gear. The fabric was tough yet flexible, perfect for moving swiftly. The pants had adjustable straps and compartments for extra ammo and tools. Overall, the suit fit like a glove, designed to blend into the shadows and keep my weapons within reach. “Seriously, I wonder why all battle clothes are black,” I muttered as I pulled the suit over my head.

Squeeze began, world narrowing to that nailbed inferno— The door exploded inward, metal screeching off hinges like a dying beast. Kenji burst through, katana drawn in a silver arc, porcelain face carved obsidian rage, bespoke suit traded for black tactical gear clinging lethal lines. Security fanned behind—four shadows in kevlar, suppressed pistols sweeping shadows. His obsidian eyes locked mine instantly, dragon tattoo flashing at his throat as the blade whirled.

And the rope. * * * Niku Sakurajima A good girl submits. Those words have been running through my shameful mind the entire time. I undid the buttons one by one of my blouses. It was white with my old school's coat of arms over my heart. Part of my school uniform. They didn't wear one here in the States to college, but I found it comforting.

I am going to skin Nina alive. The outfit is a joke. It is a single-piece body suit that covers absolutely nothing. Two thin shoulder straps run down the sides of my neck, framing the outer curves of my breasts before meeting in a tight horizontal band directly beneath them. My nipples are completely exposed to the cool air. From that centre band, four micro-strings stretch down my ribs, connecting to a tiny V-shaped string at my pelvis. It passes between my thighs, disappearing into a single strand that rests between my cheeks. My front and back are entirely bare. I am fully naked, save for a framework of black elastic that highlights every inch of my skin.