Isabelle Lightwood Costume Novels & Stories

I reached out and she held my hand and we walked back to the castle to get her dressed. We walked into the closet and I helped Isabella pick a gown. It was light brown and it complemented her hazel eyes. Her jewelry was silver and so was her shoe. We walked side by side to the ballroom. “Are you ready?” I asked her as we arrived at the door and she nodded. I could see that she was nervous so I held her hand and if I was being honest It was to calm myself down also. I was probably just worried for nothing after all, what was the worst that could happen?

Light spilled through the fractured ceiling, creating pools of silver light across the dusty floor. The place reeked of disuse, mold, and something else—something carefully masked but unmistakable to my Alpha senses: deception. "Isabelle," I called out, my voice echoing against the concrete walls. "I'm here alone, as you requested." A figure emerged from the shadows, the click of expensive heels announcing her presence before she stepped into the light. Isabelle Laurent looked impeccable as always—designer dress hugging her curves, platinum hair swept into an elegant updo, red lips curved into what she probably thought was a seductive smile.

Isabelle's smile disappeared and now she was directing a piercing gaze at Mia. Now, Mia understood. She smiled back at a grinning Iz as she snatched the uniform and changed quickly into the outfit. Mia handed Isabelle her old clothes and Isa slipped into the royal regalia. What in lycan's name were they doing? "Are you sure you'll be fine?" Mia asked in a voice filled with concern. "Yes, Mia. I'll be fine." Isabelle assured Mia. Isabelle picked a small maid hat from the closet and placed it on Mia's head to cover her face. She could only hope it did conceal her identity.

ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-ONE Soft fingertips trailed along his forearms and Alessandro shifted in his half-conscious state. The sound of cuffs and chains snapping his wrists jolted him back to reality. Opening his eyes, he sighed with relief when he saw Isabelle standing right in front of him, her long auburn curls cascading over her shoulders and a wicked grin on her face. She wasn't in the hot bodycon dress anymore. Instead, she was in a different red dress but more of a nightgown than a club dress.

Louis walked to his horse and offloaded a sack. Isabelle collected it and told them to wait while she was changing inside. She left her coronet on the table and stripped down. She got rid of her fancy clothes and the pins in her hair. She wore the clothes given to her and tied the belt around her waist. Her hair was pleated neatly by herself and she went on to wear black leather shoes. "What are you doing here?" Juno asked as she saw the Princes horses. "Juno!" They chorused. She bowed slightly in front of them and Leopold kissed her hand.

As planned, Isabel and her pack warriors got up early to leave the next day since her work in the Greenwood pack was complete. Dylan was downstairs, probably saying goodbye to his brothers while Isabel was in his bedroom getting dressed in the new clothes Dylan got for her after hers got ripped the previous night during the war. She was wearing her lita ankle boots when someone knocked on the door. “Come in.” She quietly said, and the door slowly opened to reveal Jane, Dylan’s mom.

Gabriel and Jack stood near me within minutes, Jack eyed me with suspicion and Gabriel stood in front of me as if he was trying to block my view. I heard the clocking of heels as Isabella made her way over to me, she’s wearing a long spaghetti strap midnight blue dress with little sparkles all over I’m the fabric, her hair was curled up in a bun and little strands dropped to the side of her face, a pair of earrings and a simple necklace had her looking absolutely mesmerizing. “Are you ok?” “I’m fine now that you're here.” I pulled her to my lap and placed my head between her neck as my hands held her waist tightly. Jack and Gabriel were about to riot when a voice called out to me.

It was a setting worthy of the historic event that was about to unfold. If Isabel had been breathtaking on the night of the solstice, today she was nothing short of divine. Dressed in an extravagant gown that shimmered with intricate embroidery and delicate jewels, she was the embodiment of regal elegance. The deep hues of her dress complemented her fair complexion, while the elaborate patterns woven into the fabric seemed to dance in the light, drawing every eye in the gathering.

“She’s going to make you cry.” “I’m already crying,” Tristan said dryly. “On the inside.” The drums began to sound again, and the crowd was silent, the anticipation thick in the air. And then, Isabella stepped into the circle. She was wearing a white and silver dress, she used threads from each of the packs crests to braid her hair. Her eyes met Tristan's and in that moment nothing else mattered to her. Not the war, not the prophecy, or even the weight of everything they had lost. Just her and him.

“It’s… expected.” “I’ll do it at the right time,” I replied, voice clipped. He inclined his head slightly and melted back into the crowd. I scanned the room. Isabella stood near the center, clad in a deep wine-red gown that hugged every curve like a second skin. Her hair was twisted up with golden pins, and her neck glittered with sapphires. She smiled like a victor. Like she’d already claimed me. And in a way… maybe she had. To them.