Crowley Outfit Novels & Stories

This might be my only chance to fight back. "I'll do it," I say. "I'll marry you." "Then it's settled. I'll have the high priestess prepare the ceremony." Hours later, I'm standing in front of a mirror in a small room in the pack house. The seamstress worked quickly, and the dress she made is perfect. It's simple white silk, nothing fancy, but it fits me perfectly. I look at my reflection and feel like I'm staring at a stranger. The last time I wore a wedding dress, I was full of hope and love. Now I feel like I'm walking to my execution.

A corner desk had new parchment along with magic quills, and shelves were lined high with ancient, blank tomes to be inscribed. My closet creaked as it swung open, showing the uniforms in my size: the silver-buttoned, black-coated uniforms, blouses, and cloaks in plain black trim. When I touched one of the cloaks, the lining of it came to life in red and gold threads, and the picture of the broken crown was for one moment before it disappeared.

’’ Toby’s voice broke as he saw her head rolled to his feet with a horrified look on her face – he understood why she had that look on her face; it was something he was familiar with. ‘‘Did you say the ugly thing looked at your shirt and scream? Alonso had hope in the tone of his voice. ‘‘Yes,’’ Toby sounded defeated and crestfallen. Alonso studied the jersey and found something that made him smile like a crazy widow – it had a large number nine printed on it. ‘‘I know how we can defeat this thing!’’ Alonso started to walk round the cabin gathering strange things like firewood and random metals that he had seen in a storeroom in the cabin before.

Both Remmy and I went and said hi to the few as I was sipping my red wine. "By the way Remmy,why did you drink past your limit yesterday?Is everything alright?"I asked being concerned. "I got..."he stopped until I realized where he was looking at.At the stairs there was a lady in red satin dress.May I say she was wearing a very expensive Estelle Couture designer dress,in a black mask.She had a smile but in a moment our gaze met and she smirked at me.Never have I ever shuddered underneaths someones gaze but this time I had a chill running down my spine.Why?I dont know

We reached the arena’s door and I pulled on my jacket waiting as Aurora took the handle to pull it open. As usual eyes fell on me but it was nothing new seeing as I was used to it. Today, unlike the party where they had all seen me glammed up, I was dressed in my pack’s – Blue Claw – warrior outfit. It was what I had to fight in. Fitted brown leathered pants, armored straps attached to the sleeves of my shirt and a jacket where I could hide my knives should in case I would need them in a fight.

***** DAY THREE — THE RITUAL OF FLAME AND BOND You’d think after dancing until midnight, eating three boars’ worth of meat, and politely telling five jealous Lunas to mind their own necklines, I’d be too tired to blink. But nope. Day Three came knocking like a royal summons—and apparently, today was sacred. At dawn, Clarence burst into my suite with a velvet box, tea steaming in a gold mug, and Mr. Yellow perched on her shoulder like he ran the place. “Today, we go ancestral,” she declared. “So… less slutty gown. More queenly warrior chic.” She wasn’t kidding. By the time she was done layering me in red tartan fabric that draped over one shoulder like a regal war goddess, cinched with a silv

"I'm not paying for it; the council is technically. As Alpha I determine how money is spent and I think you're a fine cause. Besides, this isn't Rodeo drive here. Relax and have some fun." Clara looked at a rack on her right. She picked up a print sweater and threw it in the cart. David gave her his signature grin and she felt her heart melt a little. Clara looked on the next display of shirts. They were plain long sleeved cotton. She picked up a black and a white one and added them to her pile. David reached behind her and grabbed one additional in every color. Deciding two could play that game Clara walked straight ahead out of the women's section and into the men's. She started grabbing o

“He’s the Alpha. I suggest you wear them in good health and count yourself lucky that you’ll be invisible for part of the ceremony even with those outfits. It was so hard to maintain a straight face. André had switched their suits too. But he wasn’t as kind to them as me. Nope, he was cruel, and damn, do I love him for it. Colby was glaring at me, dressed in a green to gold ombre sequin suit jacket, while Azriel matched him in glare and suit, but he was wearing a purple to gold ombre jacket. “I don’t know why they are complaining. André has amazing taste in clothes.” Alison scoffed, pushing past Colby to show off the dress that I’m assuming my mate selected.

His deep voice rumbled, sending shockwaves of need deep to my core. I wanted to hurl some snarky reply at him but my throat ran dry and I couldn’t speak. Damn it! Instead, I just walked lamely beside him, allowing him to lead me away. But when we reached the front, Colt and Clay were still glaring at me, their anger demanding my attention. “What the fuck are you wearing?” Clayton demanded. “Work out clothes. We are going to be working out, are we not? I replied snarkily. “Those aren’t workout clothes. Those are scraps of fabric.” Colt snarled, pulling off his t-shirt and forcing it over my head. It smelled like him and I found myself liking it a little too much. “Better. Now don’t take it of

My clothes hung loose as my body burned through what little fat a child could carry. I was dying by degrees when they found me. Three figures emerged from the shadows like smoke given form. Rogues—I could smell it on them, that wild untethered scent that pack wolves feared. "Well, well." The woman's voice carried a trace of dark amusement. "What do we have here?" I should run. Every pack instinct screamed at me to flee. But I could barely stand, let alone escape three full-grown wolves. "Just a lost pup," said one of the men. "Probably from Crescent Moon pack. Should we just leave her?"