Blade And Soul Clothes Novels & Stories

"An Omega who knew medicine. That's surprising!" "What are you looking at?" Suzanne asked, stepping behind me in my shirt. "Oh! Raven-red!" she exclaimed, taking the scarf from my hands. "Where did you get this scarf?" "Raven-red?" I repeated. "Yeah. It's a female-based brand. This one is customized with silk and something else… no idea. How did you get it?" "You are saying this is a customized one?" I asked, jaw tight, watching her with a flicker of suspicion.

As soon as they entered, a sexy woman walked up to them, greeting them kindly, "Welcome, these are all the latest styles of our store." She too had only underwear on and she had a very nice figure. Unfortunately, Felix didn't have the time to appreciate it. Like Esme, he looked around the store with his mouth agape. What was sold in the store weren't clothes at all, but skin! Human skin! There were even some with hair still attached. There were all kinds of skin there, fair skin, dark skin. "These… These are clothes?" Felix was going insane. What on earth was the Black Soul Scout trying to do? It was just shock after shock from each floor!

Charlie had crafted a few amulets before the auction. During that time, blessed by the Cultivating Pill’s powerful spirit energy, Charlie had crafted a new magical instrument for himself. This magical instrument was stronger than the Thunder Order, and it was called the Soul Blade. The Thunder Order would call upon divine lightning and make a huge commotion, but its destructive ability wasn’t exactly great. However, the Soul Blade was different. The Soul Blade wouldn’t cause astronomical changes, and it was practically unnoticeable. Not only that, but the Soul Blade was much more powerful compared to the Thunder Order.

Must be nice to have money. I reached then pressed the bell and waited. Jax opened the door suddenly and I felt my breath catch in my chest. I swallowed as I stared at the man. He looked good. His shirt was buttoned fully so I could see his chest, he had tucked it into a pair of casual pants and his hair was slightly wet. He had probably just gotten out of the shower. I thanked whatever spirit guide had told me to dress the way I did. I didn’t feel like some kind of clown now. I was glad I had taken the decision not to wear any makeup. With how casual he looked now, he would have gotten the wrong impression.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

But she did have an odd aura. Selene stood before me, clad in the section 5 Army uniform, a garment renowned for its lightweight and form-fitting design. The fabric seemed to seamlessly conform to her body, almost as if it were a second skin. I remembered hearing that when you shift, it feels like you're naked due to the liberating sensation the fabric provides. It's a beautiful design that ensures comfort and flexibility during shifts. Plus, it magically reappears on your body when you shift back—a practical detail that minimizes the risk of being caught naked.

Not even Rylan. Tessa turned, brows lifting slightly as I unlocked the lower drawer and revealed what I’d prepared. Three sets of clothes. Each meant something. The first was sleek, dark leather - tailored to her form, reinforced at the shoulders and waist with fine metal studs that caught the light. The top laced tightly, cut in a way that bared her throat and marked collarbone. Warrior. Untouchable. Fierce. The second was regal. A soft cream blouse with a deep neckline and embroidered cuffs, paired with a floor-length midnight blue skirt that shimmered faintly when the fabric moved. Luna. Elegant. Unapologetic.

I replied in a deadpan tone, and he shrugged with a grin. “Worth a shot,” he said and looked back at the clothes with his mouth in a grim line. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” I laughed and shooed him into the changing room. I couldn’t help doubling over when he came out. His face was grim and thunderous, and his eyes were twitching. The first one was a mismatched oversized blazer with clear graphene as the shoulder pads. Mycelium leather was used to make his belt, which happened to go on the blazer. Frankly, it was like a cat that lived at a factory had puked all over him.

Then he would be in a much better position to control and return some of King Lincoln’s old laws into the kingdom. Feeling better with his plan now in place within his mind, Blade walks into his bathroom strips his clothes and steps into the shower as he turns on the water. He cleans the grim off of his body from the travel, then once done he gets out dries off and dresses in one of his more appealing Alpha robes before heading back to Xana’s office.

Or some kind of rock idol group, cause, let’s be honest, his outfit while making him look like a bad boy didn’t provide any kind of special protection. Perhaps it would have been better defense-wise if his short-sleeved military jacket wasn’t unzipped over his T-shirt and jeans? Maybe his fingerless gloves could be useful when punching someone, but there were no knuckle protectors or anything else? How peculiar. Or…! Noah suddenly came to a shocking realization: Ooooh!! It must be because this IS a casual outing outfit!! He nearly laughed then and there at how silly-cute this brother-in-law was. (／≧ω＼)❤