Phantom Thief Outfit Novels & Stories

Tamara’s POV As soon as Jack was out of sight, I rushed to my room, and went straight to the closet. It was time to begin the first phase of my plan. I shoved aside the soft, delicate dresses Jack liked me to wear and reached for the boldest, most daring outfit I had. It was a leather warrior set, black and fierce, with intricate gold and silver designs that gleamed in the light. The material hugged my body in all the right places, showcasing both my curves but still making me look powerful.

"You're looking quite dapper tonight. I think you should wear red more often." "Noted. And tonight, I look like a tycoon, all thanks to you." He grins while attempting a pose that makes my heart thump even faster than it normally does. I helped him look for an outfit that was unique, one that made him look even hotter. Scott is a fine gentleman with quite amazing features, especially his arms, so I chose a black Phantom of the Opera Venetian half mask which goes with black dress pants and, a black button down shirt and on top of it, a red and black aristocrat vest. Roxy is the odd one out, since the rest of us have outfits with matching colors. If only Kye was here.

After two hours, she calls her den to bring her own special clothes from another land. It is a pale lavender warrior vest and soft leather pants that fit my frame perfectly. It looks like morning mist. It shines under the light with no extra fake stones. "This is perfect. Wear this and be the boss of the night!" Thalia smiles big. I do not say no. Orion's helper books our rooms at the big five-star lodge. I pack my bag. I find the fertility charm from Aunt Caroline. I stop and look at it, then I throw it in the back of a dark drawer. I do not want to think about it.

"The dress is up there. I figure it'll work." Up top, I spotted the 'work' dress. It lay on my bed like a gift: a deep blue-green night gown of flowing sheen. It was gorgeous, refined, and slyly smart. The shade was rich for class, but odd enough to pop amid darks and reds. The shape was tame yet super flattering, meant to catch looks without seeming eager. It was shield and banner rolled—a nod that I was in Blackthorn's guard yet my own thing. Victor's outfit note was plain.

I removed my normal gear and put on the clothes Sáta had given me if you could call it that, the black skirt barely covered my ass, and the shirt was no better a blood red halter top that showed off my midsection. I unbraided my long brown hair and brushed it, leaving it down. “Well, that’s as good as it’s going to get.” I said to myself before slipping a dagger into my ankle holster and putting my black boots on. I walked out of the tent and met up with the others. “That look suits you.” Sáta smiled. “I look like a hooker.” I retorted frowning, they were all wearing similar outfits. Thana was wearing a tight black dress that was as short as my skirt.

I need to get dressed because someone might see me here if I don’t. “Mr. Assistant, please give me… hmmm… just wait. I will think of a nice dress that will suit me. A white long-sleeve, a red robe with a hood, a pair of brown leather boots, a pair of black pants, and a pair of black leather gauntlets. Please produce them through activating my skill Limited Horizon,” I ordered. Then, I closed my eyes to imagine the materials I needed to. “Copy that. Requested items are possible to produce. The creation will proceed. This may take 10 seconds,” the voice replied to me. I smiled.

They 'Monetized' our 'Universe' to 'Balance' the 'Ledger' of the 'Infinite'. Dominic Thorne stepped to her side, his "Ice-King" presence a "Dark-Vortex" in the white. He wasn't wearing his charcoal suit anymore; he was clothed in "Resonance-Armor" of "Vantablack-Indigo," his "Somatic-Grafts" pulsing with a "Nuclear-Authority." He looked at the "Grid," his "Ice-Blue" eyes "Locking" onto the "Source-Code" of the $1,000,000 contract.

“I’m sorry this happened to you. I promise they’ll pay for it.” “Are we free to return? I sense no immediate danger,” the large man who smothered my mouth says, his voice gravelly. I glance at the other werecoyotes, now in human form. Their postures are rigid, shoulders squared, encircling us like a living wall. Muscles bulge from oversized limbs, their presence so intimidating I wouldn’t be surprised if accidental deaths followed in their wake. “Your guards are terrifying,” I mouth to Phantom. “They won’t hurt you.” Phantom steps back, unbuttoning his shirt. He strips it off, tossing it to the ground. His wink is quick, magnetic, before he kneels, flexing his muscles.

Their control. Perhaps a part of me always wanted to become like them. That was why I had prepared an outfit inspired by them years ago, almost as though I already knew a day like this would eventually arrive. I walked toward the hidden wardrobe by the side of my room and opened it slowly. There it was. A deep crimson red leather outfit. Tight fitted bodice reinforced like armor that hugged my waist perfectly. A high collar neckline that made me appear colder and more dangerous. Long leather gloves stretching past my elbows.

I could see him smile getting bigger. “Is this…” “Yup,” I said. “Inspired by the fantasy outfits in your game. I just took the capes and armor and modernized them. See, this layered skirt has hidden pockets like the thief in the game, and this leather jacket has a dragon scale pattern that changes color when the light hits it.”