Adventurer Male Fantasy Outfits Novels & Stories

“It’s just that you appeared out of nowhere from a puff of smoke. Had you just been walking down the corridor, I’d have thought you nothing more than another loyal subject. You look so… normal in your attire.” “Normal?” he said in a quizzical tone that hinted of boredom. “Again, forgive me,” I said apologetically. “My exposure to magical people is limited, but I somehow imagined you’d be wearing attire that wasn’t so normal.” “I dress in the mode of the nineteenth century male,” he said with a flat tone. “Yes, but without a cape or robe,” I added. “Am I to understand I will be expected to parade around the castle in some ridiculous robe for theatrics sake?” he practically screeched.

Their fur was thick, their eyes were cold and sharp, and their muscles were as strong as that of wild beasts. One of the strong men pointed at the sharp arrows on the ground and cheered, "Your Highness, you're really amazing!" The others also shouted in unison, "Your Highness, your divine might is invincible!" And then! Under the cheers of this group of people, a group of people separated, revealing a young man with an extremely arrogant expression. He wore a luxurious robe, a feather helmet, and a set of jewelry and jade stones, all of which pulsed with vital energy fluctuations. Obviously, he was wearing some high-grade magical treasures.

His manservant doesn't take me to the weapons chamber, the dragon does. First though, the dragon delivers clothing. He tells me to put them on and be ready in an hour. It gives my food time to settle and I also have an opportunity to bathe. The clothes are a problem. They're made of beautiful, brown pliable leather. Soft fur lines the outer seams. The entire outfit, though incredible, is obscene. There's nothing to it. I'm accustomed to heavy skirts that I had to loop through my belt so they remained out of my way while I hunted and trained. Nothing on this outfit will be in the way. More skin shows than even the bride gown displayed.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

The Guardians have been forced into mate bonds too many times in their history. “Let’s see how it goes.” Alpha Rik says to me. Later that evening, I’ve dressed for the party. I look at myself in the mirror. I’m in standard royal Elven attire with a long-sleeved undershirt and a short-sleeved navy blue overshirt with elvish stitching across the chest and sleeves. I complete the look with a silver sash that wraps around my waist. My navy-blue pants and knee high boots match the overshirt.

Sensing my mood, a slight smirk almost made it to his mouth though he repressed it. “You know what, I think I have the solution to this little problem of yours.” He waved a hand over my rumpled dressing. “I can help you fix it.” His voice didn’t sound like he was here with a solution. Donovan wore a casual outfit that exposed his rock-hard physique. He had on a leather jacket that was unzipped, revealing his toned chest and abs. He paired it with tight fitting pants that accentuated his muscular legs, and a pair of boots that added to his rugged look. His hair was messy, as if he had just gotten out of bed, and it added to his carefree and reckless demeanor. He looked like someone who didn't

It was like stepping into another world, a world of knights and princesses and castles. “Alpha!” A man called out, approaching I and Jackson’s way. His dark hair was curly and smooth, falling in waves around his face. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a strong build. He looked a bit like Jackson, though his features were a bit sharper, a bit more severe. He wore a long black shirt, with sleeves that fell to his wrists, and black trousers that were tucked into a pair of knee-high black boots. He looked like he could have stepped out of a gothic novel, or a dark fantasy.

“You taped those in, right? Because if you so much as breathe too hard...” “They’re not going anywhere,” I purred, spinning once. The gown flared behind me like a dragon’s tail. My mates were dressed like the fucking cover of a fantasy prince calendar. Black tailored tuxes, deep jewel toned accents, Auren had golden thread embroidery on his cuffs, Kael had a dark emerald cravat, Riven wore an open black silk shirt under his blazer because of course he did, and Draken? Black on black with ruby lapel pins to match me. Sin incarnate.

____ Dante had been right in his assumptions, because all of his men looked pleased with the announcement and the path they were heading down. Afterward, he headed to the marketplace to find the right attire for Seraphina to wear. He had chosen for her two long tunics with four slits to help with movement, two pairs of trousers, below the knee boots, and a leather belt with beautiful Elvish crystals. The shopkeeper hid her smile as she wrapped his purchases, but he knew that she knew that they were clothes for a woman.

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.