Moondrop Costumes Novels & Stories

Each one was beautiful — light, flowing, and finely made. I reached out and ran my fingers across one of the gowns. The material felt soft as air, almost too delicate to wear. “They’re all… so free,” I said, lifting a sleeve that danced easily in the breeze. “Why are they all made this way?” Cassidy smiled, stepping closer. “The full moon festival isn’t just about celebration,” she explained. “It’s about harmony — everyone being in a good mood before they transform. If someone shifts while angry or afraid, it can turn dangerous, even chaotic. The clothes are made loose and light because, by the end of the night, they’ll be torn when the transformation begins. It’s tradition to make them beau

"It’s ancient history. Come on, we need to scout the upper levels. I need a gown for the Moon Council gala on Saturday. Help me find something that says 'don't touch' but looks like a dream?" We climbed toward the fifth floor, where the scents of high-end leather and rare silks were more concentrated. We stopped in front of a shop that looked more like an ancient temple than a boutique. "Moon above, Aria! That one! It’s practically howling your name!" Lena shouted, pointing into the window. The dress was a marvel of white moon-silk, a mermaid cut that flowed like water, with the hem hand-stitched with thousands of microscopic diamonds that looked like fallen stars.

The neck of the dress had a neckline accentuating my collarbone, and in the center rested a beautiful moonstone that I was told every Luna wore at her ceremony. My red hair was left open, done in waves to add to the flowing feel of the dress, but there were teardrop pearls and crystals in between, keeping the curls and a few braids in place. All in all, I had to admit that I did feel magical in the dress. ‘Oh, how would you feel knowing that I wore a new set of lingerie just for today? Pure innocent white. Would you like to get them dirty?’ I asked, enjoying his reaction, and I felt him clench my hand tighter while shifting in his place.

I asked, looking over at Dani as she was getting Zory changed into a new outfit that Jordan and Keith had gifted us after finding out there was a Silverclaw Delta heir. Leave it to Bloodmoon wolves to pick out a red and black plaid long-sleeve dress with a matching bow headband, black leggings, black boots with a soft sherpa lining, and a sherpa-lined black corduroy jacket. Despite dressing her like she’s their Alpha, at least they went for warm clothes so she’ll be warm as we head out into the cold January night air.

The moon was too bright. That was Selene’s first thought as they led her through the fortress, down stairs that seemed to descend forever, into the belly of the earth where the air grew cold and the walls pulsed with ancient power. She was dressed in white. Of course she was. Because apparently, this whole thing needed to be as creepy and ritualistic as possible. The dress was simple…sleeveless, falling to her feet, made of something that felt like silk but shimmered like moonlight. They’d braided her hair back, woven it with silver thread that caught the torchlight.

She drove the knife into the seam and forced it open. Inside lay documents sealed in plastic and a black stamp burned into the crate’s inner panel. The symbol punched the air from her lungs. Her hand froze. No. Her vision tunneled. She reached forward slowly, fingers trembling before they touched the mark. A broken crescent moon crossed by three claw slashes. Memory slammed into her. Smoke. Screams. Blood soaking the dirt. Her brother’s voice shouting her name. Then silence. Her knees hit the steel floor before she realized they had buckled.

However, she couldn’t help but wonder how it would look on Celia. Celia is way prettier than Raven. If this dress looks good on her, then how much more on Celia? She would surely look perfect like a goddess in this dress. “This is a special dress, Raven. It was worn by all the previous Lunas of this pack before they were marked by their mates and ascended as the Luna. It was said that this dress was made from a strand of the moon and a spider’s silk. It has the blessing of the moon goddess’s power herself which is why only real Lunas can look good on them.

Peeping out into the ballroom, waiting to make our grand entrance, I see a sea of faces all talking, laughing, and bedazzling. Jordan adjusts my moonstone necklace, called the Tears of the Moon Goddess. Made of 24-karat gold, it has layers of moonstones linked together. The matching bracelets set the dress off strikingly, and he checks the clasps on them. “These are just breathtaking,” I say. “Thank you for this gift.” Jordan, radiant in blue and gold silk, kisses my shoulder. “Treasures for our treasure. Are you ready?”

The silver fabric seems to ripple and flow like moonlight, and I can almost imagine myself wearing it, feeling like a goddess. As I delve deeper into the bag, I find a pair of delicate silver bracelets, adorned with tiny diamonds that match the J on the dress. There's also a velvet box containing a stunning diamond necklace, with a small silver pendant in the shape of a crescent moon. But that's not all - there's a second dress, nestled in the folds of the first. A flowing, strapless gown in a deep, rich blue, with intricate silver embroidery that seems to dance across the fabric. And a third dress, a daring red number with a plunging neckline and a daring thigh-high slit.

Their drumming of a wedding match echoed within the walls of the room as my brother led me into the temple. A figure clothed in a dark blue dress and a matching cloak, the colors of the night sky which only the messengers of the Goddess of Moon were allowed to wear, stood at the very centre of the shrine. It was the Shadowmoor Priestess, ready to bind me to Olivia's former betrothed under the ever watchful gaze of the Moon Goddess.