Shinigami Bleach Uniform Novels & Stories

"THIS IS... room 203-A? Ah, right." Alesteria look up from her schedule, the one Laroi gave her, as she looks up to the little sign by the door while any students are looking at her, who is wearing the academy's uniform. It looks so foreign on Alesteria, they noted. It was just a simple black uniform, with a plaid skirt and white long sleeve, a black tie, and black coat with the academy's patch sewed on the right side, pockets on each side of the coat and skirt.

Anberine almost stared at him oddly before frowning as a thought came to her. “But you’ll stick out like a sore thumb and we’re wearing our school uniforms” Anberine hissed, looking at her he smirked before snapping his fingers which changed his uniform into normal a brownish white shirt, black trousers and brown boots. “You were saying?” he said before gesturing to her white dress that went up to her ankles and brown shoes, seeing this she frowned at him. “Cute...” Anberine muttered darkly as she looked away weakly but followed him regardless, knowing that they were safe... for now.

A corner desk had new parchment along with magic quills, and shelves were lined high with ancient, blank tomes to be inscribed. My closet creaked as it swung open, showing the uniforms in my size: the silver-buttoned, black-coated uniforms, blouses, and cloaks in plain black trim. When I touched one of the cloaks, the lining of it came to life in red and gold threads, and the picture of the broken crown was for one moment before it disappeared.

He would have seen him for sure then. He finally spotted him with the guy that Alex was checking out. Just looking at that calm face seemed to help ease him a little bit. Those eyes really were kind when he was relaxed. This was the first time he had seen him in something other than robes. This time, Shiro wore black slacks and a blue shirt. His long hair was done in a ponytail again as it rested on his back. It was so black, it looked like a shimmering sheet of onyx. It was simple, yet elegant. Jett liked his style.

When his gaze landed on me, something dark flickered there, though he masked it quickly. I strode into the room, my subordinates parting like waves before me. Every step was deliberate, echoing against the polished floor. My uniform, a sleek, custom-tailored ensemble, was as imposing as it was functional. Jet black with matte accents, it hugged my frame like a second skin, designed for both combat and stealth. The reinforced fabric glinted faintly under the light, hinting at hidden armor. A hood draped low over my forehead, merging seamlessly with the fitted mask that concealed everything but my piercing eyes.

No… I loved it. I walked over to my wardrobe and opened the doors. The Nocturne Academy uniform hung there, pristine and untouched. Navy tethering black blazer with the silver crest, crisp white shirt, pleated skirt that hit just above the knee. It looked expensive, official. Like something that belonged to a person who mattered.

She sighed and stood with arms akimbo. 'Fine, where is the damn uniform? Better not be monochrome.' 'Darling, it is monochrome.' I giggled, her worse colors to be precise. Black and gray.

But she did have an odd aura. Selene stood before me, clad in the section 5 Army uniform, a garment renowned for its lightweight and form-fitting design. The fabric seemed to seamlessly conform to her body, almost as if it were a second skin. I remembered hearing that when you shift, it feels like you're naked due to the liberating sensation the fabric provides. It's a beautiful design that ensures comfort and flexibility during shifts. Plus, it magically reappears on your body when you shift back—a practical detail that minimizes the risk of being caught naked.

"Ah, someone has already informed Lady Maia!" Soon the carriage stopped; Shirone and Kuroka helped both her mother and herself out of the carriage, only to see that two of the guards had already run off. Looking over the rest of the guys, Maria paid attention to their uniform, which was a white and orange cool looking military-style uniform with gold intricate designs. "Lady Matilda, it's an honor to meet you!" One of the guys, a young handsome man, bowed before her mother, who giggled at his actions.

who is it? My eyes landed on the only unhooded being in the room. Not a wolf. No- he doesn't look like these bloodsuckers. Was he even a vampire? It was an older looking man in a ripped butler's uniform. The buttons had Lamia's initials on it. He works for her. He must be leading this battle. This man was bald with a gray beard. He held onto a black metal scythe. He looked like a grim reaper somehow. He scared me. I watched as he held up against five wolves that tried to attack him together. He swung the blade and I watched as it cut into and injured the wolves severely.