Lion Tamer Outfit Novels & Stories

Jone Jackson POV "Look at this leather riding vest," Rebbie Hale says, her fingers smoothing down the tailored black hide as it hugs Jone’s broad, muscular shoulders. "I took off the heavy armor plating and extended the back train so it sweeps down your thighs like an elite warrior's tunic. Wearing it feels entirely different for this ceremony. It is the same basic ceremonial cut, but today, you actually look like a true royal omega mate."

Why suddenly a Theme Park? [It's a process, Kinn. I'm going to start taking your advice, opening up to Audrey. I will process so that she can stay in the pack, because I need her. Not only because of the children, but also because of myself, because she is my mate.] [That's great, Liam.]-murmured Kinn happily. [So, which one?]-asked Liam. He showed me a set of clothes. [Blue or beige?] [Hm... I think jeans with a white t-shirt are better. Add that brown leather jacket and you'll look like an up-and-coming actor.]-said Kinn enthusiastically.

His manservant doesn't take me to the weapons chamber, the dragon does. First though, the dragon delivers clothing. He tells me to put them on and be ready in an hour. It gives my food time to settle and I also have an opportunity to bathe. The clothes are a problem. They're made of beautiful, brown pliable leather. Soft fur lines the outer seams. The entire outfit, though incredible, is obscene. There's nothing to it. I'm accustomed to heavy skirts that I had to loop through my belt so they remained out of my way while I hunted and trained. Nothing on this outfit will be in the way. More skin shows than even the bride gown displayed.

He explained with an unabashed smirk. “The Hell you weren’t!” She hissed. You’re right. I knew exactly where you were. I can hear your heart racing. She sidled along the wall scowling. “The clothing of someone civilized would include a shirt.” Her tone was acidic. Who says that? “Why would you ever mistake me for such?” He lifted a brow. “You keep accusing me of being no less than an animal.” He cocked his head in challenge. “I’d prefer to wear nothing, so I’d think you’d be grateful I’m wearing pants.” He angled his palms downward and glanced to emphasize his point.

All of it was mine and I wanted to worship every inch of her. I'd be doing just that tonight. I lifted my hand to ruffle my mop of curls only to still when I found my hair firmly in place, being held with wax since I had straightened it for the night. The black dress shirt I wore was open at the top, leaving my chest bare, while the sleeves were rolled up to my elbows. I paired it with white dress slacks and black loafers, deciding to mix light and dark to reflect my mate and me. "She's really good at this," Tane said, his gaze latched onto my mate as he positioned himself next to me with his arms crossed, "by the end of the night she will have the entire pack eating from her hands, hopefull

He was clad in regal attire befitting his status, a garment that set him apart from the rest of the gathering in its grandeur and significance. His long, flowing tunic made of rich velvet, dyed in deep shades of midnight blue that shimmered subtly in the soft glow of sunlight made him look like a king, his leather trousers made from the finest leather were tucked into his booth, completing his looks. Over the tunic, he wore a luxurious cloak crafted from the finest fur of northern beasts, its dark hue blending seamlessly with the regal blue of his attire. The cloak was fastened at his shoulders with a gleaming clasp, intricately designed with the emblem of his pack.

I took a sip and savoured the liquid as it left a burning trail to my belly, heating my insides. Felix always watches, always sees and always observes. It would have been no surprise he saw me coming from over a mile away, why he didn't see those Lantharns must have been because they used a special weapon. They must be getting too strong. Stronger than us. It made me feel inferior and I hated the feeling of not being capable. “What are you doing here?." He asked walking out of the room. He was wearing a red robe with a big tiger's face at the back. The tiger was a blood orange color and it looked fierce and fiery.

A fitted black tunic hugged my torso, tailored to allow freedom of movement, the fabric was lightweight yet durable, designed to withstand the rigors of training. My breeches, made from supple leather, clung to my legs, providing both protection and flexibility. They were secured with a wide belt that sat low on my hips, its buckle etched with a subtle wolf motif. On my feet were sturdy combat boots, laced tightly and reinforced with steel toes—both functional and formidable. My arms were adorned with bracers made of dark leather, embossed with intricate patterns that hinted at my status without compromising practicality. My hair was braided into a single plait, keeping it out of my face but

They had been there all the while but they blended perfectly into the walls like the Camelon (meaning chameleon in old language)- the animal they took their name from. They were dressed in tiger skins decorated with cowries with black beads fitting tightly on their necks, hands, and feet. Each of them had iron spears in one hand with a short sword as a side arm. One of them held a pot of burning coal which he handed over to Paredance with a bow. "Today, you shall experience one of the seven powers of Camelon: the flames of truth. No man can tell a lie after being exposed to the flames of truth. The traitor will be exposed today"

I was now dressed in the traditional werewolf Alpha attire. To be honest, it was very revealing. The top was some sort of black one-arm tank top that covered the top half of my abdomen. It was decorated with the ancient pack logo in gold and a few floral golden designs as well. It had a string of cloth that went around my body and connected to my pants. The pants were white and huge, it was like a skirt on each leg and they were very low set. They covered my shoes which were a very simple sock-like and surprisingly comfortable fit.