Ldshadowlady Outfits Novels & Stories

“Kaida. Many of the pack members are yet to see you in person; in the Outpost, some might not even know you—especially the Nightshade members and… You don’t dress like a queen—no offense, I like your choice of clothes, but you get what I mean.” “None taken. I think it is better this way; if they don’t know me, it’s easier to blend. I need to see how the Dawn members are settling with this… ‘change.’” . I was dressed in a plain brown gown; the only good thing about this dress was the hood attached to it.

I turned around, curious to see who had arrived, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw a shadowy figure emerging from the crowd. As the figure stepped into the light, I felt like I had been punched in the gut. It was Sophia, standing tall and confident in a stunning black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The dress was made of a sleek, shiny material that caught the light, and it was cut low in the front, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.

Anna managed to choke out. "Well, look at this to cheer you up!" Sophie spun her laptop around. On the screen was a dress of deep, midnight emerald silk with a plunging back and a slit that went to the hip. "I found it. For you. It’s called 'The Shadow’s Grace.' It’s perfect, Anna. You’ll look like a queen." Anna looked at the dress. It was the color of the forest at midnight. It was the color of a trap. "It’s fine, Soph," Anna said, her voice hollow.

Having Lydia with me as we walk through the woods feels like I’m on the path to where I’ve always meant to be. Lydia dressed for the weather in a white sundress with blue flowers. It’s long and almost reaches her ankles. The neckline is low enough to give me a nice view of her cleavage without being too revealing. The white tennis shoes she’s wearing are sensible for the walk. It’s easier sometimes to stay in our human form and stroll along slowly rather than rush around as wolves. She bends down to pick up a flower, and I see a bit more of her breasts. She’s mostly covered up, and it just makes me imagine her wearing less. There goes my mind in the gutter again.

“What colour was her hair today?” “Rings out,” Shadow shook his head. His face was pale. “I can’t remember man,” he added. “Blonde, I think. Though my mind has totally shut down, and maybe that was yesterday? Blonde, and she was wearing like, I don’t know, sedate clothing for Vixen. Black tight skirt, black shirt with white dots and this frill,” he gestured to his neck. “Black cardigan over top.”

Lydia not one to miss out comes to my other side and throws her hands around the both of us and it becomes a group hug. “I’ve missed you guys so much” I cried. Hugging them tightly. “We missed you too.” The say together. Making me smile. “Fuck girl, look at you!” Chloe exclaims. “For a second, I did not recognize you, wow!” that was Lydia I’m wearing a fitted mustard colored dress with spaghetti straps, the length coning well past my knees with black shoes and purse to match. My hair in soft waves down my back. I only wear a thin gold watch, teardrops earrings and matching necklace.

By six-thirty— They were ready. Lidia stood in front of the mirror silently. The purple dress hugged her body perfectly, flowing smoothly down her curves before stopping just above her ankles. The slit along one side revealed her slender legs each time she moved while soft silver jewelry rested delicately against her skin. Her hair fell in loose curls over her shoulders. Elegant. Graceful. Dangerously beautiful. Beside her— Tony matched perfectly. A purple shirt tucked neatly into tiny black pants, his small shoes polished brightly while his curls framed his innocent face beautifully.

Every single dress was stunning but the one that caught my eyes was the baby pink one because it matched my skin tone, hair color and eyes color to perfection. The dress was enhancing my features. I never thought I could look this beautiful but I do in this dress and all thanks to Easton. He has the hairstylist done my hair in curls and had my makeup done in a light way just like he likes it. I was admiring the dress when I felt someone pass through me sending shivers down my spine because when I looked aroud there was no one present when all of a sudden one shadow emerged from under the floor and stood in front of me covered in black cloak.

It was getting darker, and the moon that Isiewu had seen a while ago, was slowly withdrawing its light. Olanna carried the palm oil lamp which she had bought from the market the previous day after a peaceful bargain with a short woman, whose accent was as strange as her hair. The lamp gave a poor glow and illuminated a small area of the path which they covered. The deeper they went, the fewer people they met on their way. They kept on walking until the lamp, which Olanna held in her hands, gave up with a slow hissing sound. “What are we going to do now?” Olanna asked.

Below the dais stood six guards; three on either side of the thrones above them; garbed in purple robes, as was the norm for all members of the Coven. The trio stopped just a few feet away from the dais and stood shoulder-to-shoulder to face what this day would bring. Emily—as always—was carefully placed between the two men. Lilith sat on her throne with her bat-like wings wrapped forward toward her arms. Her blond curls were long and draped down her back with an occasional stray tendril bouncing around her shoulders in a deliberately careless style. She wore tight black pants that looked like leather and a white shirt with a ruffled front and flowing sleeves, giving her the appearance of a