Green Tunic Link Novels & Stories

Sorry for the long author's note haha. Nity out 🍄

It was paired with black pants. “Will this do?” he asked me. “Absolutely. Thank you.” He gave me a genuine smile and took them over to a dressing area. He also grabbed some shoes as well. I had never worn a tunic before, but I had to admit that it did not look horrible on me. It was the perfect fit, and the V-neck showed some of the tattoos that my girl loved. There was gold stitching that created random patterns, adding just a hint of detail. “That looks perfect! I was requested to give you this as well,” Maunish said.

Say something. I study him for a beat. “You look…nice.” I offer, taking note of his richly dyed tunic. It almost looks black, the dye is so deep, but under the right illumination of the candle, I can see the barest hint of purple–eggplant purple. The sight of the rarely used color in the land of Nochten. It makes me smile. “I like the color.”

It had a meter long table with the same intricate patterns carved into the chairs and banquet table. My mouth immediately watered at the sight of smoked ham and porridge, buttered carrots and a whole load of fresh strawberries. I didn’t even realize how hungry I was, barely noticing the seated at the high chair at the far end of the table. “Good morning.” I heard him say. I froze my excitement immediately, my head turned slowly to face him. My mate, that string appeared between us again. He wore a green tunic, the same shade of green as mine which made me frown very deeply.

They were a perfect fusion of elegance and martial practicality. There was a sleeveless tunic made of a tough, breathable fabric the color of pale ivory, embroidered with subtle gold thread at the hems. It was tailored perfectly to accommodate her broad, muscular shoulders and thick biceps, allowing complete freedom of movement. Beneath it went a pair of dark, fitted trousers woven from a flexible, canvas-like material, and a pair of soft leather boots that laced up to her calves. As she pulled the tunic over her head, she looked at her reflection in a tall, polished silver mirror resting against the wall.

Lucas looked at Zayne faintly. "You and I are considered to have some fate," Lucas said. Subsequently, Lucas bought a piece of armor from the Points Mall and named it Green Armour. "This armor is known as Green Armour. After you've put it on, your defense will increase by a few times." Zayne was stunned. He had never imagined such a scene to play out. He initially thought that he would part from this world for good. Never had he thought that Lucas the Demon would bestow him such a terrifying treasure.

"The Alpha wouldn't mark you knowing you have a fated mate out there. He doesn't look like it but he respects the mate bond." The knot in my stomach tightens. What does this mean? Could this be what he wanted to talk about? I don't care. I want him. "I'll convince him…" I chuckle nervously, playing with the hem of my tunic. I'm in a grey tunic with a brown leather belt around my waist that has a little brown coin pouch bag attached to it and tight black pants. My hair is left open in wavy curls and I have on closed-flat shoes.

After putting on a clean tunic and over it a scapular, Gina left, this time through the convent doors, and started to walk towards the nearby stream, ‘I will follow it and hopefully find something else to wear on the washing lines of the houses near the stream,’ she thought. Gina looked around her to see if anyone is around before using her speed for a short distance, ‘How am I doing that?’ Soon she came to a house and was relieved to see some clothes hanging on the washing line. Gina goes from one dress to another and took a liking to a dark green wool-tailored dress with long, tight sleeves and a slightly bloused bodice; the dress gently flared at mid-calf and had side pleats. ‘Imagine the

I crack the heavy oak panel open just enough to grab the leather bag from her paws. A massive cloud of hot white steam escapes from the stone pool room as my boots slowly slide across the floor. The new tunic Iris brought is a bright, shimmering mix of silver-lake cloth and purple valley leather that is supposed to make me look like an ancient forest prince for the outdoor crystal scrolls. Not many wildland fighters can wear those soft court colors without looking completely silly, but my smooth skin and lean shoulders make the bright fabric look totally natural. I look like a mystical alpha warrior stepping right out of a spirit legend with the hot mist floating all around my chest.

After their jewelry shopping, Natalie led Sara to a clothing store. The clothing store was filled with an array of elegant garments, each vying for attention. But amidst the vibrant colors and exquisite designs, one particular green-colored gown caught Sara's eye. It was a floor-length gown, made of flowing silk fabric in a shade of emerald green. The bodice was adorned with delicate lacework, accentuating the feminine curves, while the skirt cascaded down gracefully, creating a mesmerizing silhouette. As Sara's gaze fell upon the gown, her eyes widened with awe. She felt an instant connection, as if the dress had been tailor-made for her. The vibrant shade of green seemed to mirror her own