Leather Novels & Stories

She was a majestic sight to behold, with long, brown hair cascading down her back, and sharp claws gleaming in the pale moonlight. Her outfit was a testament to her strength and dominance. She wore a sleeveless tunic made of black leather, which hugged her curves in all the right places. Her leggings were made of the same supple material, and they clung to her toned legs like a second skin. On her feet were ankle boots, perfect for navigating the treacherous terrain of the forest.

He explained, pulling the tarp off. Carrie gasped at the content of the cart. Inside were racks of the finest leather and silk she had ever seen. There were boots with enchanted soles, tunics made of breathable dragon-weave, and leggings that looked durable enough to stop a knife. “This… this is Royal quality. Even the Alpha’s wife doesn’t wear anything like this.” Carrie whispered, touching a fabric that felt like water. The man folded both hands across his chest, feeling good about himself as he huffed, “That’s because your Alpha is too lazy to work hard.”

The object feels heavy, and the oilcloth is tied with a black ribbon string that looks so old and dusty. Carefully, I untie the string, my fingers fumbling with the knots until they are finally free. Next, the cloth falls away, revealing a book. A journal to be precise. Forcing myself not to get too excited, I decide to check the book first before drawing conclusions. The book is thick, black, and the cover is made of leather that has been treated to resist moisture and decay. Also, the leather has a glossy texture that catches the weak lights in the room.