Shinigami Bleach Uniform Novels & Stories

"It is our mage uniform. It will keep prying eyes off you but make sure to keep your head bent low to avoid anyone seeing your face. I will lead you out of the glasshouse but that is as far as I can go." Germaine opened up the cloth in her hand. It was a one-piece garment with blue and white stripes and a hood. She quickly wore it and draped the hood over her head. Lady Lucia who had been staring at her nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Now keep your head down. If anyone we pass asks you any question, I will do the talking."

He asked looking at Alice who nodded. " First you must know the uniform code. This orange emerald green is for you." he gave me a shirt with green borders and a green skirt which comes above my knees. He gave a shirt with red borders and a fitting pant for both of the brothers. " Green for witches, red for Vamp, blue for a werewolf, black for every other species cause the queen prefers this type of code. There will be many parties in the Academy so you can choose some gowns, other dresses, and finally a photo for your ID." We all explored the whole shop to select whatever dress I like. I bought some blue gown which I admired before. There's only one floor but a variety of dresses. There's no

His white blond hair could very well be all grey by now, it was impossible to tell. But Sia could read his eyes, and they were now grey with rage and lust. He was wearing a dark blue uniform that she’d seen on one of the cleaners, and it hung loose around his shoulders. He had lost weight (a lot of it) but he also seemed to have gained a few muscles. There were dark circles around his eyes, and his skin was so pale from the lack of exposure to sunlight.

The council members, along with the shadow mayors and ocean tribunal, got together and created this academy for us high school supernaturals. The uniforms are ridiculous, and I hate them with a passion. They must have put a man in charge of them as they are definitely someone's sick fantasy. The pleated royal blue and gold skirts, black tall socks, black loafers, button up white shirts with royal blue blazers and gold ties have me feeling like I'm staring in some kind of porno.

” Belinda hysterically shouted. She saw it coming but we are stuck to where we stood. We couldn’t make a move, maybe the Shinigami performed a trance to control us. We saw creatures in a human figure, they are naked and their bodies full of bruises and burns almost violet and there were black holes where the eyes were supposed to be. They have enormous toasted hands and they are all moaning, grieving like the zombies in apocalyptic movies. No! It’s like dead people who escorted us in hell. I imagine the mortal dead people suffered in Dante’s Inferno and how they repent their sins in purgatory.

I just needed to be clean enough that no one could smell the hospital on me. When I finally shut off the tap, the silence was louder than the water had been. I dried off with one of the fresh towels—soft, stupidly thick—and limped back into the room. The uniforms were still hanging in the closet like soldiers on parade. I pulled one down. Black blazer, white button-down, blood-red tie, dark trousers. The shield emblem stared back at me: bat wings spread, single crimson tear hanging from its belly like it was bleeding for the whole damn school.

She smiled and kissed their cheeks softly. She grabbed her backpack and headed to the bathroom down the hall. She took a quick shower and changed into her new uniform that Hermes had left for her on the door knob. It was a black t-shirt and pants, with red stripes on the sleeves and legs. It had pockets for holding weapons and gadgets, and a belt with a buckle that had Scar’s logo on it: a stylized S with wings and claws. Lena looked at herself in the mirror, feeling impressed by how well it fit her slim figure. She tucked her short hair under a black cap and adjusted it so that it covered her ears and forehead.

A woman in white moved through the crowd like light itself had decided to take human form. If a pure sorceress of light had a uniform, the woman Ezra referred to as Shina wore it. White that wasn’t just fabric but a thin armor of glow…long sweeping panels that fell like liquid moonlight, a high collar embroidered with silver runes that caught torchlight and scattered it, sleeves trailing just enough to hint at ceremony. Her hair was braided and pinned in a clean crown, and small beads…maybe mother-of-pearl, maybe glass…threaded through the braid, flashing like distant stars.

" Finally the moment you've all been waiting for! Let's finally invite Super Rookie Shinigami and our last season champion! Turner the Soul ripper!! To the ring!" The ringmaster yelled into his cone-shaped megaphone, announcing to the arena. The whole crowd went crazy as the Soul Ripper enters the Arena. A full armor man with a lance bigger than himself. Shinigami then enters from the other side of the Arena with his snarling wolf helmet, and around his waist hung many small daggers. This time the only armor he was wearing is the gauntlet on his right hand other than that was normal clothes which were normal black long pants with boots. IS HE CRAZY?!! I thought as I turn to V4.1 who was gone

A neatly folded uniform sat on the bed—a deep crimson blazer lined in silver thread, fitted high-waisted black skirt, white blouse with ruffled collar, and a silver tie with my badge pinned to it. I slipped into it quickly. The blazer hugged my frame perfectly, cinching my waist and tapering over my hips. The skirt flared just above the knee, neat but not restricting. The colors—crimson and silver—contrasted with my warm brown skin like fire on velvet. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I didn’t look like a girl who just got kicked out of her old life. I looked like someone who could survive in a place like this. Or at least pretend to.