Phantom Thief Outfit Novels & Stories

Phoebe laughed at Michelle that looked like a kid in a toy shop. “Never,” Michelle said, wondering how far away they are from the pack. “I will leave you to bath,” Phoebe said making her way out of the room. “You don’t seem worried that that pack will find us,” Michelle said. “We are very, very, very far away,” Phoebe laughed, closing the door behind her. After her bath Michelle put on the two-piece outfit that consisted of black low-riding white harem pants paired with a black off-the-shoulder top that had gold flower detail on the hems, that reached just above her belly button.

A slow, hot burn that tightened my chest and slicked my thighs. Then I saw him. He rose from a throne of ebony and bone. A silhouette of pure darkness wrapped in black leather. Obsidian and silver covered his face—a wolf's snout, narrow slits for eyes, a mouth that showed nothing but the occasional gleam of fang. The Phantom. Our gazes locked. The bond slammed into place like a physical blow. A primal snarl ripped from his throat, echoing through the hall. Conversations died. Every wolf turned to watch.

Wooden targets were scattered throughout the field, along with large stones and platforms arranged at different heights. I could already imagine Xathura running through there. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of my training uniform. The outfit was simple but beautiful. The fitted black shirt hugged my body comfortably without restricting my movement, with a silver eclipse emblem embroidered over my left chest. The matching black training pants were slightly loose around my legs, allowing me to move freely, and the lightweight black boots reached just above my ankles. I had never owned anything like it before. It made me feel like I was preparing for something important.

He had a long narrow face with a round chin and was clean-shaven. He wore a black armored robe with gold and red trim. On both the front and back of the robe was a Phoenix sleeping in the midst of a storm made entirely of sapphires. The shoulders were studded gold, as were the armored plates that covered the sides, back, and chest of the robe. He also wore black armored gauntlets and boots. From the scent of him, he was from one of the Eterna Phoenix Tribe. And from his worried demeanor, Kronos guessed it had been a while since he had seen battle.

Luckily, I was able to find one in my wardrobe: a three-toned, gray, black and red, leather-like coat-dress that looked nothing formal or fancy. It had a pirate-ty vibe to it with the big buttons and wide waist strap, but it certainly wasn’t meant to be worn by a sword-swinging buccaneer. It was more similar to the suits in Assassin’s Creed, only that it was a female version of it. I paired it with black leggings and wore knee-length boots to finalize my outfit. I may not know if this was what the other she-wolves wear in their human form during a fight, but I was pretty sure this was totally the best ensemble to kick that bitch Sofia’s butt.

Equipment: Camouflage Fur Coat Equipment Level: 10 Equipment Type: Prototype (Unranked) Equipment Description: This coat is a prototype made by Tailor Sam during his youth that doesn't grant its wearer any defensive stats. Instead, the wearer will be able to use the skill , allowing for him or her to blend into their surroundings.

I couldn't have asked a better mate if I had dreamed him up myself. Looking in the mirror, I can see why Wyatt picked this for me to wear. The tight leather crop top with the leather skirt makes me look like something out of a BDSM movie. All I need is my whip. I leave the shield off and walk out of the closet. I already had my own black boots to complete the outfit. When Wyatt sees me, his mouth falls open. "So this is what you had in mind to see me fighting in, huh?" I ask, spinning around. Wyatt groans as he walks over in his warrior gear, and I pretend not to pay attention to how sexy he looks in only the black pants and shield.

Lei wanted to cry. Aren’t you going to give me food at least?! My chest is already touching my back! Do you want me to die from hunger?! Five minutes later, Lei came out with a sour face. He was wearing the ripped jeans from before, a fitted black vest, a black weapon holder around his waist, black short boots, gold wrist band and a white hooded overcoat. The overcoat was light, in an umbrella-like style. It has no sleeves and has flowing edges, its length covering up to his knees. The collar fits perfectly around his neck with a single button with some kind of symbol holding both ends. The front have a slightly diagonal cut, exposing a little of his inner clothes.

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.

It is the only way to request a job be done by me since there is no way to reach me, a precaution I took to avoid being assassinated or discovered myself. No one knows what I look like and no one knows where I live. The name given to me at birth, Tessa, was buried that day ten years ago when I began running. Instead, I use many different aliases for the purchase of my many safehouses scattered around the Underworld. I’ve developed my costume over time, and I’d like to think I look pretty badass. I wear a skintight, full body, black outfit. A mask always covers the sharp features of my face, only revealing my piercing emerald-green eyes which are cast in the shadow of a black hood I wear. I h