Adventurer Male Fantasy Outfits Novels & Stories

He told me earlier that he wants to enter the arena looking like a king, like an alpha already. "Let me help you with this," I say, reaching for the first layer of his outfit. The ceremonial regalia is impressive. Bright leather pants that fit him perfectly- he picked the colour himself just to draw attention to himself. The leader pant is a sharp blue that fits his skin tone perfectly. Then I help him to wear his shirt, a blue shirt with a shiny threading that catches the light. Over it all, a long black coat with silver wolf emblems embroidered along the edges. It is the kind of outfit that makes a he- wolf look like he was born to rule. He looks so royal

Emma followed Jen down the hallway some time later, her clothes, cellphone, and other personal items locked away in a room that seemed too luxurious to call a locker room. It was more like a suite in an ultra-expensive hotel. Her hands shook as she pulled the edges of the robe closer together. A group of three men headed their way, each dressed like a Roman slave. Their feet were encased in ropy sandals that looked ridiculously uncomfortable, their bodies hairless from their foreheads down, their hips wrapped in thick, white lengths of cloth that barely contained what hid beneath. Each one winked as they passed.

I promise King Bjarki. Aspen gave me a warrior’s outfit this morning and I’ll admit I like it. It’s doesn’t restrain my movements and I feel proud to be wearing it. I have tan leather pants on with a blue tunic that stops at my waist in the front but stops just below my butt in the back. It comes with a dark brown waist belt and leather boots that come up to my knee. Aspen helps me tighten the leather arm bracers and pauldrons on my shoulders. I tight the leg harness that holds three knifes that Aspen gave me. This may be hand to hand combat but apparent she now wants to use weapons, which is fine by me.

Jartre hisses, taking a step towards Oshmin. “For God's sake, Jartre, you promised to set things right with him, not pick a fight!” I admonish him, even though he can’t hear me. “Enough!” Zarseti exclaims. “I will gladly explain myself to you later, but now is not the time.” Her eyes look behind Jartre and as I follow her eyeline my blood runs cold. A dark, malicious shadow descends over the forest as hundreds of thousands – maybe more – glowing purple eyes gleam in the darkness. I gulp when a tall, handsome man steps out from the forest, hair blacker than black, muscles to rival Jartre’s and he’s wearing nothing but brown leather pants of some kind. Why are the villains always hot? It’s suc

The announcer comes out dressed in a spiffy black and white tuxedo to introduce Azazel and his opponent. Azazel moves into the small imitation Colosseum ring, wearing loose black low-rise stretch pants, no shirt, black boots, and carrying a black steel sword and shield with a red dragon engraved in the middle. His head is covered with a black Corinthian helmet. Oddly enough, it reminds me of the uniform he wore in my dream. His muscled chest and abs glisten under the bright light of the ring. My mouth waters at the sight of his six-pack and the V of his pelvic bones. There’s just something about seeing a man ready for battle. He’s the ultimate alpha male. The kind of warrior a woman dreams o

I said. “Good,” he said as he let me go. He eyed my outfit, his eyes darkening when his gaze reached my legs. “You’ll need to change.” “Excuse me?” I asked. “I thought this was only a simple game.” “There is nothing simple about me. Go change.” “And wear what?” “You’ll need some sweatpants and a jumper,” he said. That was when I realized he was in casual clothing. I had been too blinded by rage to realize that he had ditched his suits. He was in baggy sky-blue jeans, black combat boots, a black shirt, and a leather jacket on top.

I need to get dressed because someone might see me here if I don’t. “Mr. Assistant, please give me… hmmm… just wait. I will think of a nice dress that will suit me. A white long-sleeve, a red robe with a hood, a pair of brown leather boots, a pair of black pants, and a pair of black leather gauntlets. Please produce them through activating my skill Limited Horizon,” I ordered. Then, I closed my eyes to imagine the materials I needed to. “Copy that. Requested items are possible to produce. The creation will proceed. This may take 10 seconds,” the voice replied to me. I smiled.

he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition. Erin looked up at her captor and her parched throat dried up the more at the sight of him. He was shirtless and only a scrap of leather loin cloth covered his nether region. He was all muscles and sinews, with a broad chest and ripped abs that reminded her of those sexy guys in the Magic Mike movie. She may hate this guy, but she could not deny that he was indeed a hunk and a pleasing sight for her sore eyes. Erin was shocked that she could find herself being sexually attracted to another male besides Danshak, her beloved mate. “Have you reconsidered my offer?” He asked with a sultry smile, knowing that she had been checking him out.

Not today, not ever. I was surprised by his look today. His billowy long, raven black hair was tied up in a man bun today, giving him an older, sexier look that I told myself I didn't like. In place of his cloak, today he wore a fitted outfit, a black and red leather shirt, with matching pants and boots. He had a cape, to wrap it all up and give him the dark overlord look and I must say, he looked the part. It was so shocking, that I stood there openly gawking at him, for a minute or so, almost forgetting what he was here for.

Why are his giant alpha boots occupying the dirt outside my territory door? He is wearing a pair of plain gray hunting trousers and a simple black-and-white tunic, but his grand frame looks as if he just stepped right out of a royal pack scroll. Two leather buttons near his throat are completely undone, showing off his thick collarbone and a glimpse of his heavy chest fur, making his presence seem fatally tempting to the wind. He stands perfectly still under the huge setting sun with one long arm shoved into his pocket, looking indescribably great and powerful.