Phantom Thief Outfit Novels & Stories

I reached into the wardrobe and began to look through the myriad of choices. I wondered how much they'd cost. I finally settled, picking out a black t-shirt over a pair of sweatpants with adjustable waist, then two other shirts for my unending journey. I'd leave behind my old clothes as payment since I picked those off a stranger's hangers anyway. It was nowhere near sufficient, but maybe It'd make him realize I was a decent thief when he woke up in the morning.

His foe's eyes turning viridian was enough proof to him that the Savage Lord was the Olmpha's mate and a hybrid. Phoenix's entire look had changed, the marks made by Thora on that first night met were now visible on his super handsome face, and his hair had become two-coloured- silver with cerulean ends. And his casual outfit had become a black leather robe studded with several precious stones. His feet were bare of footwear, the peacock fan in his hand. "Hey old fart, how about I join the fray?" Cephina said with an impish grin as she made herself become visible to the sorcerer who was inwardly puzzled as to where this one popped out from without him noticing.

He was shirtless save for a red sash he wore across his chest that disappeared into a Three-Musketeers-style cloak. He withdrew a silver short sword from a belt he wore around his leather breeches. They were tucked into a pair of waders he’d probably stolen from Puss in Boots. In short, the faerie looked like a wanker. “What is the meaning of this?” he said in a voice sharp enough to cut throats. Rolling my eyes, I made a note to myself that if anyone ever summoned me using nefarious magics, I’d say something more original. “Rumpel Kracknuts?” Griff asked.

King's hand slides across my shoulder causing me to turn. Comfort and strength show in his striking blue eyes. He's dressed in military fatigues in place of his usual "tear you apart" Shadow Warrior gear. The fatigue shirt stretches at the seams trying to cover his broad chest and shoulders. I prefer his leather chest straps for their practicality, and to be perfectly honest, they show his muscles to their best advantage. Today we're dressed in outpost military attire and covered from ankle to shoulder. If we shift to our Warrior forms, the material will shred and our Beasts won't care if we're nude. I spent too many years thinking I was human to want to show my naked bits and pieces to the

We had it all down and reviewed my identity again before changing into our attire for the evening. My gown was at least not hideous. I had to take what I could fit from the packs we raided and came away with an off-the-shoulder empire waisted dress in a pale pink that wasn’t too awful. Since Teddy was always planning on coming he had a nice suit that was tailored to fit him perfectly. We came up with an official looking uniform for our guard from bits and pieces we altered after our raids. All in all we at least looked the part enough that we would be fine if we remained unobtrusive.

Jone Jackson POV "Look at this leather riding vest," Rebbie Hale says, her fingers smoothing down the tailored black hide as it hugs Jone’s broad, muscular shoulders. "I took off the heavy armor plating and extended the back train so it sweeps down your thighs like an elite warrior's tunic. Wearing it feels entirely different for this ceremony. It is the same basic ceremonial cut, but today, you actually look like a true royal omega mate."

“Wearing cheap clothes that look like they spent the night on the floor... What game do you think you’re going to win looking like a whore?” The man beside me cleared his throat but said nothing. It was a warning not to engage with Philip. I was grateful, because a whole speech was beating at my teeth. I wouldn't be borrowing my friend's suit if all of my things weren't at the Frostborne packhouse. And the suit wasn't wrinkled, it was just cheaper than any of my clothing. I said nothing. I didn’t need to. The guards who were outside heard it all, and they would be oath bound to testify about this little exchange honestly if they were called.

"I raided your closet. Well, what's left of it after the break-in. Figured you'd need something practical." She's pulled together an outfit that's perfect for tonight: black leggings that won't restrict movement, a dark fitted top, and a jacket with hidden pockets. Combat boots that Reign must have bought me at some point. "Thanks, Phoebe." "No problem, babe. Now come on, let's get you ready. The boys need to do their warrior coordination thing anyway." I swing my legs over the bed and follow her to the bathroom, where she's already set up like a military operation. Hairbands, a first aid kit, the silver knife she had before.

I swallowed, then spun, heading out of my room and down to where he stood. The moment I stepped out, the cold wind assaulted my skin, the moonlight spilling over the courtyard and lighting my pathway. I walked closer and gave a subtle bow. He tilted his head, and I felt his eyes taking in my attire. I wore simple, dim purple joggers, my hair tied to a bun and hidden beneath the hoodie. “You do look like you are going for a heist,” he commented, taking me off guard. “A heist? This is the only comfortable wear that won't restrict me from fighting.” He angled his head to stare at me.

Twenty minutes later, Kim and Ethan came out of a punk clothing store and almost surprised Jack, or even more frightened him! In this shopping mall, the decisive professional elite Ethan was dressed in a motorcycle leather coat, felt hat, leather boots, silver wig, and monocle, just like the noble dark knight in the anime! Besides him, Kim's shape is even more impressive. She has a lot of rivets and skeletons on her body. A face covered by a green wig is wearing thick smoke makeup. One of them is holding a stick, the other is holding a mace. One of the bodyguard whisper to Jack, "Badass!"