Green Tunic Link Novels & Stories

My head is spinning faster than it was at Tandon. “We’re running a little short on time, but let me know what you think.” He unzips the bag. My breath catches. A full-length gown the same green as the bow tie spills out. I run my finger over the billowing satin skirt and nearly cry at how soft it is. There are slits in the equally simple bodice, along the ribs, but when I investigate them, they lead back to a pair of ribbons that actually tie the top in place. Meaning I’ll be trusting my breasts to my knot-tying skills and the minuscule spaghetti straps.

] “Yes, well, next time he can determine efficiency somewhere else.” Still, curiosity burned through her annoyance. She wondered the non-sexual surprise he had in store for her. He did say at her free time but she need to scratch the itch that screams curiosity. That thought was enough to launch her to the washroom. After washing up, she dressed in a silver-gray lamé tunic embroidered with crescent runes—a subtle declaration of her Luna status, though she wasn’t officially inducted yet. Her hair gleamed pale under the morning light, and she fastened it back with a moonstone pin.

Satisfied, he nodded. He placed one of his hands on the nearest rune to him. It was colorless, but as soon as he touched it, it glowed with an eerie luminescent green, the same color as the leaves of the forest surrounding them. All the other runes soon began to glow in the same color as well, lighting up everywhere in a soft glow.

“You are about to be crowned. You cannot look like you just crawled out of a river.” “I feel like I just crawled out of a battle,” Luna said wryly. “My hands are shaking more now than when I faced Selene’s shadow.” Rhea stepped back, hands on hips, and gave her a long, assessing look. Luna wore no gown of spun silk. Her tunic was deep midnight blue, embroidered at collar and cuffs with silver thread that caught the light like frost. Her trousers were black, well-fitted, made for movement. Her boots were scuffed but polished.

His attraction to me being a case in point. The leather trousers are black, supple, and fit like a second skin, clinging to my thighs and ass in a way that feels both practical and deliberately provocative. The tunic is a deep, forest green. Almost the exact color of my eyes. A fact I’m sure is a coincidence and not some poetic choice from the pretty prince himself. It’s made of a cashmere knit. Light and stretchy enough to move in easily, while still clinging to every part of my torso. I feel less like a prisoner and more like a high-stakes acquisition being polished for display.

Termâs was holding up his tunic and examining it. Myllyof held up Yvayn’s tunic and looked it over closely. Like the one Myllyof had on, the tunic was lined in gold with mid-arm length sleeves. The neck had a high collar and the front had a deep v-neckline with a string to tie it shut. “I saw something like this when I went to Rylltòl many years ago. I thought it would be appropriate to wear for tonight’s dinner. After all, we will be in Rylltòl soon enough.”

Gowns. In my size. But the colors. Dark, rich blues. Forest greens. Deep, blood-drop reds. Soft, silver greys. These were not my clothes. These were... "They were hers, Miss," Wendy whispered, terrified. "The Luna's things. The... the ones she never wore." My blood ran cold. He hadn't just traded. He had replaced. I reached in. I grabbed the simplest thing. A dark green tunic. Soft. Wool. I—

Level. She wore a deep green tunic and trousers, practical but clean, her storm-gray eyes sweeping the crowd with a calm she had carved out of the night’s tumult. The fresh mating mark on her neck—twin punctures, sealed and dark—was openly displayed. So was the matching wound on Kade’s throat. They were declarations, writ in flesh. Her scent had changed, woven now with his cedar and night air so completely they seemed one entity. Pine, frost, and storm.

Almost immediately she left Lucian walked in. Lucian dressed in a green tuxedo, confused how he knew I was going to wear the colour green tonight I raised a brown. He had his smile on meaning he knew the question I had for him. Instead of a shirt underneath the Tux, he had a lighter shade of green turtle neck shirt beneath his green velvet tux with his grey vintage pants. "You look_really good" I complimented moving closer to him. He brought his arm forward urging me to keep my hands in them.

“Princess Anna, do you agree to Alpha Nolan being a part of Golden Crescent’s Royal link?” “I do.” “Under oath, by the power vested in me, and the power that governs this land, I hereby declare you a part of Golden Crescent’s Royal detail. May you uphold the laws and integrity of this land forever. Let this link serve as a reminder of the oath that you have taken here today and may you cherish it forever.” Alexander finished. There was a slight hum inside of Nolan’s mind, and their palms began to glow and emit a scorching heat, indicating that the link was being formed and everything was falling in place.