Green Tunic Link Novels & Stories

That was why the Outer Wall was green from afar. Once everyone exited the trolley, there were hundreds already assembled at the gate. The Jormungands wore olive-green armors, which could tell us apart between them and the hired ones like us wearing casual clothes. A pair of Jormungand members came forward and asked for our scroll. Wilt handed it to them for inspection. After checking our signatures, one of them stamped it with a seal that bore their crest. They then headed to the other arrivals after returning our scroll.

He can pull her under if he pulls hard enough. “Not as long as I’m breathing.” The sky was ripped apart by lightning, which flashed blue against the clouds. My wrist bore a slight burn from the mark I got during my combat years prior. Perhaps it was the connection. Perhaps it was a warning. The same tunic symbols glowed like veins in the ground when we arrived to the ridge, where the ground was once again covered in frost. There was life in the air. Vaughn motioned for quiet. The jungle has become still.

"As we all know, the farming group depends on what we foragers gather around, your job is to bring back seeds, plants or anything that could help them keep the plants here alive. Your assignment today is to go out there and get me plants. Remember to keep an eye out for a good water spot that isn't contaminated. Those who come back with plants will graduate and become standard Foragers but those of you that come back empty handed would- well you will help the community in other ways." He pauses to stare at each and everyone of us and continues. "You all know your partners, you have till the end of the day to submit your plants. You may all go." We all rise and head to the big gates which sep

He was relieved to see they were clear and bright, not clouded by drink. She wore a tunic the same shade of green as her eyes. It was a little longer than a man’s tunic, but not long enough to call it a dress, not even long enough for a young lass’s dress. Under that, trews clung tightly to her long, shapely legs. He felt his body stir in response.

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

Deep-set forest green eyes flecked with amber held a calm vigilance, much like Malik's. Tribal tattoo spirals peak out from a tailored, dark navy tunic of woven wool, its broad shoulders reinforced with leather pauldrons embossed in tribal knotwork. The tunic’s front panels overlap like scales, fastened by a hammered silver clasp shaped as interlocking spirals. His trousers are equally dark, cut slim to tuck into fur-lined boots polished to a soft sheen. Draped over one arm was a heavy cloak of midnight-black bear fur, the underside dyed forest-green to mirror Malik’s vigilant gaze. A silver circlet resting low on his brow, engraved with his tribe's crest.

He drags Ainar to each and every one of them, and the alpha happily complies every time. Gavin approached an open cabin this time, there were garments hung outside it, and when he took a peek inside, there are more of them. He scanned through the ones outside first, stopping at a lavender colored tunic. He marveled at its texture. The fabric is thick, appropriate for the climate in the territory, but it’s soft and feels light on the skin. “That will look pretty on you,” Ainar remarked from beside him. The alpha reached out to touch the fabric too, humming in appreciation.

I staggered as I took a step forward , nearly falling as the cloth over my chest fell go the ground, revealing my roughly torn clothing. I stilled as I stared at the tunic on the ground. What..? My heart pounded as I picked it up quickly, covering my partly bare chest with a gasp. It was the softest cotton I had ever felt, silver embroidery lining the wrists and collars in delicate patterns. The strong scent of Cedar and spice invaded my senses as I held it close, And I knew at once who it belonged to. I stared round the trees, as if I would find him standing there, with his crimson eyes brighter than the last moon. The last moon.

Chapter Seventy-nine Talon Maverick They fastened the last clasp on my ceremonial tunic, a dark obsidian laced with silver embroidery, a garment only worn once in a lifetime. Sometimes that might change, it could be worn more than once, but that was for Alphas who wanted more than one Luna, but for me, this would be the last time. I was only going to wear it for this moment. For the mating bond that would bind my soul to hers.

Maybe he was just better at hiding it. Shirt went on, pants went on, leaving only a delicate silver circlet – set in the middle by a black onyx gemstone – as nowhere to be found. I spent a panicked few minutes rifling through my drawers while Dornell looked on, concerned, before finally, with a gasp of relief I unveiled it, hiding among my underwear.