Phantom Thief Outfit Novels & Stories

“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.”

I partnered it with my trusty black flats. Iwent on Gideon's side and I am not sure if I can get in but I have to try. I scan my thumb and magically his walk in closets door opened. Wow! The scheme is still black, brown and grey. And his side is much more bigger. I shake my head because I got distracted again. I have a mission to do. I scan his "closet" and choose an outfit for him. Too dark? Huh. Don't care. He looks panty dropping when he wears dark clothes.

As he applied a fresh dressing, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude that the injury was not more severe. Once satisfied with the bandage, Ashier turned his attention to his attire for the day. He selected a regal ensemble befitting his status as the pack's leader. The clothes were made of rich, deep blue fabric with intricate golden embroidery along the edges. The royal crest adorned the buttons of his coat, symbolizing his authority and lineage. His trousers were tailored to perfection, allowing for both comfort and elegance. Completing the look was a silver wolf pendant, a symbol of his pack's strength and unity, hanging from a chain around his neck.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

Badger complained through her headset. “Damn Buddha, what did we tell you about eating cheese before a raid!” Arrow added. “Guys, focus!” Chief, interjected. I giggled to myself at my team. Even in a dire situation, such as this, my team knew how to keep things amusing. “Phantom, how far out are we?” Chief asked me as they turned down another abandoned hallway. They called me Phantom, because of my ability to infiltrate the cyber world, while going unseen on the dark web. My hacking skills were known around the world however my identity remained a secret. I was known as Phantom, because no one knew who I was. I made sure of it. All of us went by code names to ensure another level of security

Upon entering the clearing, they saw Zierno’s bored expression first. Tall and slender Zierno wore plain black leather pants, black boots, and a sleeveless tunic. Resembling any other commoner, but the silver studded sheaths at his waist and hip looked tempting to the thieves. However, the three warriors in-front of him didn’t appear particularly accommodating. The short, stout man with the heavy beard was obviously the leader of the thieves. He watched Zierno assessingly. The others eyed Zierno and Edward’s garb greedily.

I chose a dark blue and a red tunic dress, paired with some thick, sturdier black leggings and proper boots. When Ivan walked out my jaw dropped. Gone were the sports clothes and basic vests. He wore a white shirt open in a v-shape with string laced through like he was a pirate adventurer. He wore black thick cotton trousers and leather boots. He seemed uncomfortable in the garment, from my dressing room I watched him study the mirror with a firmly set face. He looked magnificent. Every inch the Beta Warrior, even with the strapping of his shoulder visible.

Thanus Morgan! -THIRD POV- A tall figure jogged out of the fighters' chamber. After the movement of the combatant, who was dressed in a white robe with a hood hiding his or her face, the lights were replaced by a strong spotlight. Thanus' wolf grew agitated all of a sudden. With anguish, his chest heaved up and down. Thanus relaxed by leaning back in his seat and resting his arms on the sides, waiting for the fighter to remove his or her robe, even though he and Kaede already knew who it was.