Blade And Soul Clothes Novels & Stories

They walked towards a large room filled with racks of clothing, each garment carefully arranged, awaiting its moment to shine on the runway. Sandra skillfully navigated through the aisles, her eyes scanning the multitude of designs. Finally, she stopped in front of a rack and reached for a sleek black blazer. As Nora laid eyes on the blazer, a surge of emotion welled up within her. The cloth tag bore the words "Sandra Spears x NoraJ," a testament to their shared vision and the undeniable talent that Nora possessed. Tears welled up in Nora's eyes, her heart overflowing with gratitude. Sandra gently placed the blazer in Nora's hands, her eyes filled with unwavering belief.

A silver-trimmed cloak billowed behind her, offering an ethereal aura as she moved. Lana's eyes flickered over the arsenal of weapons laid out before her, each one meticulously chosen to aid her in the upcoming battle. A silver sword, its blade shimmering in the dim light, rested in a sheath at her side. Its hilt was adorned with intricate carvings depicting wolves in a fierce chase, symbolizing both her strength and her connection to her pack.

Nala's P.O.V I went back to my bed, Blair and I started to go through the clothes. Blair's face brightened knowing she was going to get some of the clothes. Alpha Anton bought all type of clothes for me: formal wearing, for a party, you name an event or something simple you want to attend, and you'll surely find clothes that perfectly suits it. The clothes, I loved them; they weren't showy. They were apparel, a respectable Luna would want to wear.

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side.

I quip loudly. Blade got to his feet and Helen examined me from head to toe from where she sat. Blade was wearing a black flannel shirt with his leather jacket some very nice jeans and shoes. He gave a boyish smile and approached me. "You look beautiful as always," he compliments taking my hand in his. "You looking dashing," I return the compliment with a smile and wink. "Nice outfit," Helen calls and Victor nodded his agreement. "Ready?" Blade asks and I nodded. "Don't wait up for me," I call loudly to Helen and Victor.

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.

The balloons were in shapes of moons and stars—a sort of reminder I represented the night time. What I called perfection. “Happy birthday, honey.” Father said, smiling proudly. “You did good up there.” “Thank you.” Blade swung an arm over my shoulder and leaned in. “You look pretty.” “I know. You look good, too.” Blade, father and Dimitri were dressed similarly. The only difference was the color of their suits. Blade was wearing a smooth shirt and left it unbuttoned at the top for a more casual look. He wore a vest on top of the shirt. His jacket had a subtle pinstripe pattern which gave the suit an elegant look. The three buttons of his single breasted jacket were left unbuttoned. He made i

There had to be a reason behind this. “I don’t remember inviting any of you to my party,” Blade uttered as soon as our eyes locked. His voice was dangerously calm. He was wearing a black suit and he looked really… mesmerizing. I almost forgot to breathe for a second. With his face, height, and physique, he would stand out whatever he wears. Last night, he looked like he was lost. But tonight, he seemed to have found his way as the devil version two point zero. This was his forte: being unpredictable.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

I wasn’t too concerned with the Alpha of this pack as my livelihood and house were more important to me. The path I took through the forest led me out of pack territory and into neutral territory to check on my house, happy to see that no one had been there since I left and that everything is still intact. This meant that the Soulless have not reached my house yet. Leaving the duffle bag in the kitchen, I run upstairs to take off the clothing I wore when raiding and switch to the Tracker outfit I had. It was an Iga Hakama Flat Hood Ninja suit with exceptionally lightweight black Damascus steel armour that only high-ranked Trackers were given in any pack. The all-black attire blends into the