Double-h Phantom Rider Boots Novels & Stories

She smiled, remembering that eventually the passive magic would make her less susceptible to the weather—she’d be able to say good-bye to doubling up on her pants. Finished dressing, all that was left was to settle on a pair of boots. She decided to go with a pair of knee high black leathers, the tallest boots she owned. Even they would not be tall enough for the depth of the snow outside, but they were the best she had. She rolled her khakis up above her knees and pulled the boots on, tucking her jeans inside them. Once she got the jeans comfortably smooth inside the boots, she rolled the khakis down over the tops. She grabbed her parka, cap and gloves and headed downstairs to meet her frie

Black tight crop top with long sleeves was complimented with a checkered school-girl skirt in different shades of grey, finished with spikey black leather combat boots. As soon as Ada and Damien walked in, the woman hopped off her lazy lying position and all but ran towards them.

Sweet Goddess, the boots. Dark blue leather, embroidered with golden filigree, polished to an obscene shine. Every step André took was deliberate, with his gold spurs jingling perfectly as if he’d choreographed them. I bet he did choreograph that walk just to get that sound from the spurs. I dragged a hand down my face, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Beside me, Alex sighed in a way that suggested he was rethinking every life choice that had led to inviting André to the rodeo. We’d set open-ended invitations to all the leadership in packs we have alliances with. The more people, the better, right?

Around my neck, a silver chain hung, bearing a delicate gemstone—deep green, like a forest under the moonlight. My pants were replaced by black leather trousers that moulded to my legs, designed for both flexibility and style. The leather was soft, yet strong, and shimmered with an almost ethereal glow. At my waist, a thin belt adorned with more silver and gold runes hung, as though it were a part of me. My boots were high, made of soft, worn leather that reached just below my knees, with intricate designs etched into the surface. The soles were thick, designed to give me a sense of stability, like a warrior ready for battle.