Novel & Cerita Heroines Of Jericho Regalia

The person staring back at her in the reflection is nearly unrecognizable. The attire that Jana had acquired for her for the event is a pristine, silken white, the trousers made of flowing material that reminds her a little of sacred things. The upper bodice is made from a sheer, chiffon-like lace material, with a massive, billowing train that drapes elegantly all along his back and the floor. The entirety of the sheer lace is dotted with white flecks, giving the impression of snow - or, to Regina, stars. Jana comes up from behind her, and she lifts her hands to fit a small, white gold circlet on Regina’s head, gleaming with inlaid diamonds.

There in the palace, one of the maids gently places the ceremonial cloak over my shoulders. I’m surprised by how light it feels, despite the many layers. The soft fabric settles perfectly around me, while the beautiful golden embroidery on the sleeves catches my attention. Wolves woven together with twisting vines run across the cloth, representing strength, unity, and the legacy of Regalis Pack. Another maid carefully lowers a sparkling diamond crown onto my head, it looks stunning, as the name implies. I slowly lift my eyes to the mirror. “Oh moon goddess, this is gorgeous.” I stay and stare at my own reflection in the mirror for a moment, as I stare at myself, I am unable to recognize my

They had done what no army, no weapon, no magic could achieve: they had turned love into the ultimate weapon, a force that annihilated evil itself. Jaiyana allowed herself a moment to breathe, feeling the dawn warmth on her skin and the fierce heartbeat of her companion beneath her. This was the crescendo she had fought for, the final victory she had earned. The morning light glinted off the Chakram, Vajra Spear, Trident, and her pendant, a signal to the world: the goddess and her tiger were unstoppable.

Anybody who thought otherwise was a freak. Jericho tore his eyes off mine and they landed on my body. I didn’t know how it was possible, but all the fuming anger present in me went out the window. He scanned me for a while and then he stooped to where he had kept all the weapons he had brought to the room_ that’s right, they didn’t deserve to be called toys. He took out what I assumed were nipple pegs. It had two mouths which had two clamps. My heart skipped a beat. “Jericho please” I begged. Again, the bossy bitch era was gone. If he wanted me to beg then I didn’t mind.

I led the way with a tray filled with hotly served beacons while the other maids handled the wine. As we stepped into the hall, I was blown off my feet. Alpha Joash was dressed up lavishly. I had never seen such exquisite regalia on him. I was used to the ones he usually wears routinely. Pete was good at this. I was sure she dressed him up and it was extraordinary. The regalia seemed to be three-layered instead of the two-layered ones. The necklines of the two inner layers overlapped, giving off different shades of blue. They accentuated Alpha Joash's blue eyes, making his white skin sparkle like Sapphire.

Ser got an invite because Silason was totally crushing on her and Ade was my plus one. Let’s get changed then. I told the girls to go and change first. Serphina went first and changed into a green dress which highlighted all of her curves and also her emerald eyes. She was exceptionally gorgeous. Serephina Freya Grey. She was the oldest child and her father and mine had been friends for a very long time. 'GIRL YOU LOOK GOOD.' Ade yelled. I personally think that that is all that she does. 'DAYUM BABY. YOU LOOK BEAUTIIFUL AS HELL. MATTEO FINNA BE DROOLING.' I screamed while winking at her.

Her calves now protected with silver and gold greaves. Morgans cuirass changed from bronze to gold and silver. Her plain leather skirt adorned with gold and silver as were her gauntlets and greaves. I dressed Briseis in similar armor to Morgan’s. Only difference her greaves went over knees. Last but not least Dean. I bestowed on him angel armor. My army may look small but make no mistake we could easily enslave all who walk the earth and beyond.

The golden bracelet remained exposed, its warm glow a reminder of Fafnir's presence. When he finally emerged from his chamber, he found his chosen companions waiting, each similarly prepared for whatever might come. Marcia wore her full battle regalia, the insignia of Dracoterrum's imperial guard gleaming on her breastplate. Kiri had exchanged her usual flowing garments for something more fitted and practical, though no less elegant, silver runes embroidered along the edges that hummed with power. Dilo stood tall and proud, her void-corrupted arm not hidden but displayed openly, a statement and weapon both.

All else was meaningless noise destined to burn away in the rapacious conflagration of rebirth set to immolate the withering old order. After indecision, it was ultimately Zara - the elder handmaiden - whose artistic eye settled upon my ceremonial regalia. The former huntress helped attire me in clinging white silks and shimmering accents resembling crescent moon phases. "There," she murmured as I regarded my regal visage in the full-length mirror. "You look every inch the Mother Moon's chosen visionary to breathe new life into our pack's legacy." Swathed in those sleek borrowed and glittering adornments, my outward appearance conveyed a luminous, ethereal regality.

Oh shit. Three men and two women came out along with General Jerome. Each had thick, shining gold with silver armor and each carried a different weapon. One of the females with copper colored hair carried a lance with golden leaves painted green around it. The other female had a scar across the bridge of her nose and pulled two identical silver swords out of holsters crossed at her back. One of the men was bald and carried metal sling with spiked balls at each of the ends. One of the other men had black hair slicked back and carried a long bow.