Ainz Ooal Gown Overlord Novels & Stories

After his out burst she did not get any chance to talk to him. She wants to do so though but she knows that's quite impossible to do. "you're looking gorgeous Zeenat." Oorvi said after the make up artist finished their work on Zeenat She is wearing a Full sleeves royal green gown with golden heavy work over it. "Yes she is." Azisha agreed "She looks gorgeous everyday today, she is looking a bit more." Shayari said with a wink "don't flatter me much guys." Zeenat said smiling but from inside she can't get actually happy

I assumed they were too poor to afford a proper gown, so I'd planned to make my own. To my surprise, Orion came in person that night to deliver my dress. It was the first time I saw him up close. Pale skin, silver eyes, and hair as black as midnight. A faint, ghostly starlight clung to him. He carried the quiet, heavy authority of the Underworld. He was terrifying, yet strangely comforting. "This is for you," he said, placing an exquisite box on the table. I opened it and gasped. It was a dark purple gown, the fabric like liquid moonlight. The corset was encrusted with black gems that shimmered mysteriously in the light.

Azalea’s downfall was imminent, and they were ready to enjoy every second of it. --- In her private quarters, Ophelia stood in front of the mirror, meticulously adjusting her dress for the ball. The gown was a deep emerald green, perfectly tailored to accentuate her figure, and her hair was styled in soft waves that framed her face. She looked every bit the regal, powerful woman she believed herself to be. As she applied the finishing touches to her makeup, Mack sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. He could sense that she was plotting something, and he was eager to hear what it was.

Auriel stood at the long end of the long corridor, he was flanked by two of my Elites soldiers who didn’t even look like soldiers anymore. They looked like hollowed out shells of men, like zombie puppets, dangling on Auriel’s strings. “Aurielll” I growled out. The sound didn’t come from my throat, it came from my throat vibrating like a tornado hitting a roof. “ Little commander, what do I do with you? Thinking you rule the world because the goddess in all her infinite mercy bestowed you with a wolf as powerful as Fenrir. And now we are trapped fighting in the war on opposite sides.”

This was an Alpha King who had been betrayed by his own, and he was ready to excise the rot. Rebel joined him a heartbeat later, and a collective gasp rippled through the court despite everyone’s best efforts to remain silent. She stood tall, her spine a straight line of obsidian, her chin lifted in a way that was neither defiant nor soft. She looked unbreakable. The moonlight kissed the silver threads woven through her hair, and the subtle glow of her hybrid power shimmered just beneath her skin like a living, breathing thing. She had chosen to wear white and silver, the traditional colors of sovereignty and judgment. She carried no weapons and wore no armor. She did not need them. The Quee

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears , to which I roll my eyes to. “The way you are acting , is as if I am getting married..” I roll my eyes at her playfully. “ Who knows , maybe you will find a dashing prince here today” she playfully winks at me , and I click my tongue in irritation. I turn around to face the giant mirror that my father had ordered be placed in my room , and I gasp. The gown fits me perfectly , even better than I had expected. I can not help but twirl in front of the mirror , and watch as the dress beautifully sets in place again. I marvel at the golden branches that were skillfully sown on the gown , I adore the simplicity of the upper part of it ; it is an off shoulder dre

Oh, sweet Natalí. “ Let her in,” I said releasing the breath I didn't even realize I was holding. The door opened once again and my best friend since childhood stepped in, she wore a new purple dress that looked too different from the normal servant gown she normally wears, and her long hair was brushed back and held away from her forehead with a bronze pin. My heartbeat went to various places as I looked at Eria's comforting face. I couldn't help the lone tears that dropped from my face. Annalise bowed and excused herself from the room taking the rest of the maids with her.

It was just too much. “Look at how beautiful you are,” Lina Royale gushed. “You’re saying that this is me?” I asked in shock. The maid slowly went behind me, straightening the tip of the gown. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I noted the embroidery. It had flowers and Blood Moon Pack initials all over it. I was stunned at the elegance of it all. “You are so funny, dear Leonie. Who else is it? I know you don]’t have a twin sister that is about to come out of the mirror,” Lina Royale teased behind me.

As the client peeled back the packaging and beheld the gentle hue and meticulous craftsmanship, her eyes widened with delight. “I love this color! What do you call it?” “Oatmeal,” Isabella replied. “Would you like to try it on?” The client eagerly extracted the gown, revealing an accompanying undershirt. “What’s this?” “This is a specially designed undershirt to complement the oatmeal - colored cashmere coat,” Isabella explained. “If you don’t mind, it’s my token of appreciation. However, as a complimentary item, it may not match the exact quality of the coat, but it still holds a touch of the style that’s become my signature, influenced by the beauty and mystery of the werewolf world.”

Alpine confessed, making everyone feel happy. Alvin patted his brother's back to console him. Olivia is wearing a baby pink gown, while Sheya preferred a red one. Avery is wearing the ice blue colored gown representing the winter realm. Even Alvin and Alpine are wearing the Ice blue-colored outfits because they are the royals of the winter realm. Dale is on duty, so he is in his signature black-colored guard uniform. Olivia and Sheya are standing on either side of Nyra. While Alvin and Avery along with Alpine are leading the way in the front.