Blood Splatter Dress Novels & Stories

My hands trembled as I dried my body, and with a summoning, my magical sword materialized in my grasp. Once the preparations were complete, I was ready for my journey. A blue warrior dress, crafted from magical fabric, was a stunning vision in deep sapphire blue. The dress clung to my form, accentuating my lithe figure while providing me with the utmost mobility for combat. The bodice of the dress was adorned with intricate patterns of silver and white, which shimmered with each move I made. The fabric itself seemed to have a subtle, ethereal glow, giving me an otherworldly presence.

I shrugged and went in to put it on. I stepped out of the dressing room and felt a little odd when I walked out and the three of them didn’t say anything. It was a v-neck, backless sling dress. It was made of tulle and went all the way to the floor. It was light and very flowy. It was a gradient, starting with a light pink at the top and mixing with light purples and blues all the way to the floor.

My thoughts halted as my eyes fell on the last dress on the row. It was a white dress embroidered with thin silver strings that lined the edge of what looked like blood splattered across the entirety of the dress and the veil attached. From afar, it looked like something vain, flowers or gems but on a closer look, it was nowhere near vain. It was broken and beautiful. The dress was an off-shoulder that was only fitted to the waist and had evolved from there on into a huge ball gown, laying graciously onto the floor, the red splatters striking. The waist had something that caught my attention, something that made the dress the perfect choice.

That's when I realized they were both wolves. We were led into a room and seated on some soft couches when they started showing dresses. They were all beautiful, but nothing really caught our eyes. Not until one of them came in with the most beautiful dress. The dress was blood red on the off-shoulder part down to the waist, where the color faded into a more golden moon color. The off-shoulder sleeves were butterfly sleeves in lace and small diamonds embedded into them. The first layer is silk, with one layer the same as the sleeves, and the skirt part has 3 layers of lace in different lengths.

A terrible, bubbling crimson was staining the silk of her dress. ​"Airra!" I grabbed her face, my fingers slick with her life's blood. "No, no, no! Stay with me! Airra!”

Emma said as I held the dress up to myself. Jade nodded along with her. “Me neither. But it would suit you perfectly for tonight.” As I turned to look at my reflection, I couldn’t help but agree. The dress was a deep, almost black blue, with a shimmering skirt that had layers of tulle underneath so that it swayed when I moved. The sleeves were delicate and draped off the shoulders, with a fitted bodice and a plunging neckline. Sexy. And it would show off my bruise quite nicely.

They didn’t know who we were, and even though there were more than 300 people there, I had a feeling it was a close-knit circle, as high-society often was. “Well this puts my events to shame,” Jordyn said jokingly. His mask was black with a silver rim around both eyes. I smiled. “I think this would put most events to shame,” I chuckled. “There you are, my sweet little rain drenched daisy.” I turned to see Blaire making a beeline through the throngs of people. She was wearing another one of my designs, a pink and silver dress with a chiffon trail that billowed behind her as she moved. The bodice was laced up in the back, and the strapless top hugged her perfectly.

I shake my head and send my own thoughts through the link. She is strong and she’s on our side. “We’re in the middle of a battle, aren’t we?” Clara singsonged. I pulled my gaze from Jake and looked at Clara. She doesn’t take any steps towards me but she stares at us. Her gaze flitting between me and Jake. My eyes trailed down her body. If her dress had been all black, I wouldn’t have seen the rogue’s blood, but it wasn’t all black. It was black and brown and the spirals started below her chest and ended at her thigh. The spirals of brown were splattered with blood, a lot of blood.

"Oh!" Said Blaze while holding a sleeveless mini dress with a sunflower motif and a striking yellow base color. He showed me the dress. "Isn't that too bright!" My protest. "You will look like a running spring!" He said with a cold face, I laughed along with Blaze's words about the striking color in the mini dress that he just showed. Blaze returns the clothes to the shelf, he searched again from the end of the shelf, he found a long-sleeved blouse that has a small strawberry patterned mini skirt suit with a white base color.

I take a breath, getting my own thoughts in order as the summer storm rages outside. ‘There’s a dress, here,’ I point to the fabric laid out at my feet. I used my knife to spread it out on the floorboards that are covered in mud, and ingrained dust. The dress is a pale beige decorated along the neck in tiny golden roses. ‘It’s an underdress, a shift,’ I say, probably unnecessary because no one is going out in fabric this thin in public. ‘It’s covered in blood,’ Thade replies and he’s right. It’s heavily stained and torn but I nudge the fabric, showing how it would piece back together.