Merlin Outfits Novels & Stories

I told her curtly. “Oh, come now. Is there any need to sound like a brooding boyfriend?” Melinda folded her arms under her chest so that her breasts nearly spill out of the catsuit she was wearing in a vibrant purple color. Her hair was tied up in a neat ponytail and she wore gigantic silver hoops that could easily be used as bangles. “We both know I don’t need the extra cash. This is just a side job.”

It was a bit of a drive, and I had to listen to Valerie ramble the entire time but we hit it out of the park. I scored a backless mermaid style silver gown with a mesh covering that nearly resembled chain mail on a warrior’s ensemble. Yet the fabric was silky and sheer, feeling un-fucking belivable against my skin. The front was dangerously low, there was nowhere for a bra and I’d probably have to use some two sided tape to avoid any nip slips. It was completely meant for me since it fit right off the rack with no adjustments needed. Also, it was on clearance for $340 so I ended up buying it myself and salvaging some dignity.

Behind him walked his wolves, tall men in matching dark suits that gleamed like polished armor under the lights. They moved together with Liam and Steffon leading the way, eyes scanning the crowd like guards. Then came the ladies in the train, Lily in pale gold, smiling sweetly, a few others I didn’t know well. And Morgana. Morgana stole my breath for a bad second. Her dress was midnight blue, almost black, clinging like a shadow. A high neck, long sleeves, but a deep slit up one leg that flashed with every step. Diamonds dripped from her ears and throat.

The pup. Percival’s voice brushed against my mind gently through the link. I blinked and pulled back a little, taking a better look at Mirabelle. She was glowing. Her smile was full of life, and that long blonde hair still fell in those soft spirals down her back. But something was different—she was actually dressed. And not in her usual skin-baring getup either. A soft, long-sleeved grey top, black leggings, and boots. It was so... normal. Kinda cute, too.

He told me earlier that he wants to enter the arena looking like a king, like an alpha already. "Let me help you with this," I say, reaching for the first layer of his outfit. The ceremonial regalia is impressive. Bright leather pants that fit him perfectly- he picked the colour himself just to draw attention to himself. The leader pant is a sharp blue that fits his skin tone perfectly. Then I help him to wear his shirt, a blue shirt with a shiny threading that catches the light. Over it all, a long black coat with silver wolf emblems embroidered along the edges. It is the kind of outfit that makes a he- wolf look like he was born to rule. He looks so royal

Karl's funeral gives me the chance to keep my head down and maintain a low profile until Merlin's arrival the next night. She slips past the pack borders effortlessly, the same way she did the last time she had to bring me the potion that turned me into Lucy. Her cloak is spotless even though it drags on the ground behind her and flows around her body. Threads of silver, gold, and crimson tangle around each other, forming a beautiful tapestry of color that enchants the eye.

“I haven’t even figured out how to sleep in a normal bed with two grown men nearby.” “We’re excellent cuddlers,” Kael offered. “Award winning,” Riven added. I groaned and covered my face. “Goddess help me.” "You’re going to love this," Lunaryn purred. And the worst part? I already did. The closet was a fucking dream. I was still pacing through it slowly, fingers drifting over rich velvets and embroidered silks, when I saw it, an outfit I didn't even remember ever owning. Black leather. Silver clasps. Moon sigils. Reinforced stitching in the elbows, knees, and chest. Battle gear, but beautiful. Feminine. Form fitting in all the best ways.

hurting me. I can only hope I'm right on this, because right now I'm being dressed under the moonlight for what they're calling a heat ceremony. ... But this time, my mates aren't here; I'm not sure where they are now. The robes on my body are a layered hush of plum and smoke- gray coloured silk that drag over my skin in a not so smooth manner. Elder Merrin's fingers move calmly as she fastens the woven belt at my waist and tucks a sprig of ironroot into the knot... and I have to wonder why a high Elder of her status is dressing me.

Their shock grew when he pulled out a black gold card, ready for payment. - Melanie eventually settled on a modified traditional dress in a ginger-yellow hue. She quickly emerged from the fitting room, stunning everyone present. The unique color, combined with intricate lacework and layered design at the collar, would overpower anyone not bold enough or with less than fair skin. Yet Melanie wore it perfectly. Though petite, her well-proportioned figure and fair complexion complemented the ginger-yellow dress, highlighting her oriental beauty. The store clerks, rarely witnessing someone so perfectly carry the outfit, couldn’t help but shower her with compliments.

“Mr. Merlin, everyone has their own style. Maybe mine isn’t to your liking, but that doesn’t mean studying design is me forcing myself.” “You’re right,” Merlin said with a faint nod. Lily’s face lit up with relief—until he added, “Your… unique style might work well with lower end retailers. Competition is fierce there. They’d really benefit from your kind of mix-and-match flair to help them stand out.” The words hit like a lightning strike. Lily was left shaking, too furious to keep up her act. “You… you two…” She jabbed a trembling finger at Merlin and Nora, who was smirking into her hand.