Ainz Ooal Gown Powers Novels & Stories

Bad choice, as far as I was concerned, but she didn't seem to care. "Come and try it," she said. Aoilainn did, though her soldiers held back, her power pounding against us. I could feel the weakness of it, though, caught the decay in the air around us, in Aoilainn's armor, flashes of the dead grass painted green by her glamour as she did her best to destroy Ameline. I stood next to the witch turned little Sidhe girl, felt her gloat as Aoilainn's power failed, hated that Ameline enjoyed the queen's downfall so much.

Chapter 80 - Alexander I Aurora POV I was dressed in a green floor-length gown that I had ordered online. Honestly, nothing beat online shopping, sweetie; it was the best feeling in the world. The silk dress had a slit starting from my knee down, with a sleeveless cut and a high neck that covered my throat like a choker. The dress glittered softly under the lights because of the tiny, shimmering stones stitched across the fabric. A small, delicate pendant necklace rested on my collarbone, and a white fur shawl was draped over my shoulders. I paired it all with black stilettos, kept my makeup minimal, and styled my hair in loose curls. I checked my reflection in the mirror again, swirling aro

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.

Almost. The gown they put me in is white, but not soft and innocent , no, this is the kind of white that says, You belong to an Alpha now. Tight around the waist, flowy at the legs, open-backed to show off my mark , the one Kaelion left the night he declared me his. The night Tristan's mark vanishes completely. I haven’t seen Vaelen all morning. He’s somewhere lurking in the shadows, plotting. I know that look in his eye. Something’s coming.

Something about the sound of a gun cocking gives me goosebumps every time. Holding a power capable of killing someone with just the pull of a trigger. What a fucking rush! "Please." I turn my eyes toward the broken body lying on the ground. There's this blood trail that's a good three feet in length from where he was originally dropped by my men. And now he's at my feet, begging.

Turning around, he left his room and went to hers. Zian pushed her room's door and stepped inside. "Are you rea…." His words faded in his mouth when she turned around from the mirror and looked at him. Zian's eyes were fast enough to start roaming all over her body which was wrapped in a beautiful evening black gown. It was strapless and had a heart shaped slightly low neckline. She showed him all her dresses this morning and he chose that one for her and he must say…..he had never felt that much proud of his choices until now. She was looking elegant and mesmerising in it.

Impossibly, the spell weaves its power into a gown that blossoms around me, forming layer by delicate layer until a garment of radiant beauty embraces me. The gown is silver-blue, flowing and light as a mist that drifts over a still lake at dawn, its fabric scattered with countless tiny stars that pulse and twinkle as though they were stitched from fragments of the night sky. The bodice fits snugly, shaping to my form with quiet elegance, while the sheer sleeves trail into delicate points that resemble the fragile wings of a butterfly. It is more beautiful than anything I have ever dared to imagine in my most secret dreams.

She had never been in support of him taking over the pack after killing Ashina's mother but he was able to make her succumb and he bent her to his wish. "Hand it over," Zeeb stretched out his palm to the guard who handed him the gown he had collected from Ashina's room. "Here, I need a reading on this gown," Zeeb said to the moon reader who accepted the gown. She jerked immediately after she came in contact with the gown. The current that surged through the gown made her eyes roll and she couldn't stop jerking. "A descendant of the moon goddess this is rare," she uttered in her unconscious state.

《 Gina 》 I am in my room with my hairdresser, makeup artist, and stylist, and I am ready for my coronation. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was in awe of myself. I am dressed in a seductive red ball gown with a sweetheart sleeveless tulle floor length, a seductive open back, long red gloves, very well matched with princess glitter heels, my hair styled in a high hair bun, and a diamond necklace. A knock on the door cuts my thoughts. "come in". It was my grandfather with my babies, Kilyan and Onyx, wearing a tuxedo, and my princess is matching my red dress; she looks cute.

Althea POV They dressed me in white. Of all the cruel little choices they could’ve made, that one was the most pointed. The gown was silk-thin and sleeveless, slit high to the thigh, bare down the back. Innocent on the surface. A virginal contrast to the storm I carried in my blood. My feet were bare. My power was not. Cassian and Xanden were kept out of the chamber, their magic sealed behind a barrier of shimmering black wards. I couldn’t hear them. Couldn’t feel them. That alone was enough to make my rage simmer.