Moondrop Costumes Novels & Stories

Tonight was meant to be a night of joy. The Blood Moon Festival had arrived, and for once, I intended to savor it. No battles, no ominous visions, no threats from ancient spirits or cursed witches. Just the sound of laughter, music flowing through the air, wine warming my throat, and maybe a quiet dance beneath the stars with Alpha Ellison. I pulled back the heavy velvet drapes, letting the pale moonlight spill into my chambers, catching the glint of my dress laid out across the bed. A rich crimson, woven from satin and lace, crafted perfectly for the occasion.

She yanked open the small chest at the foot of my bed, pulling out the traditional white dress all unmated females wore for the full moon. On an impulse, I hugged Kylie, my throat tightening. It was the first time I was visible to somoene else. Probably sensing that, she hugged me too. As soon as we walked out of the house, there’d be no reason to meet or talk again. We both knew it. ------------------------------- The celebration grounds blazed with torchlight. Every member of the Silver Moon Pack gathered in their finest attire, faces already flushed with wolfsbane wine and the feral energy of the approaching moonrise. Children darted between legs, laughing and playing chase games that mim

I opened it to find Jackson, similarly transformed from training clothes into formal attire—charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, and a tie that matched the silvery blue of the Moon Hunters' crest. He paused, his eyes widening slightly as he took in my appearance. For a moment, neither of us spoke. "You look..." he finally managed, then cleared his throat. "The clothes suit you." "Thanks," I replied, feeling oddly self-conscious. "Yours too." An awkward silence stretched between us. "I came to give you this," he said, extending his hand to reveal a small silver box. "It belonged to your mother." I opened it with trembling fingers. Inside lay a delicate silver circlet, designed to be worn across

I kept my head down throughout our walk to the banquet hall. "Moon," he said to me, and I kept my head down, "you will be sitting at our table," he said to prepare my mind. As we walked, I heard people murmuring and asking who I was. Adam had sent me a beautiful royal blue laced gown. It was revealing and concealing at the same time. The gown was long with a slit that went up to my thighs, revealing my long legs. He complimented it with a silver slipper, and the hills flattered my feet. My aunt held my hair in a ponytail, revealing my face. Everyone at the Moon quarters said I looked like a goddess, and the truth was we weren't trying to look good. But I couldn't fault nature for making me b

Lead. Wendy helped me prepare before the meeting. She insisted on braiding my hair and putting me in traditional Moonglow garb, consisting of a patterned coat with a light fur collar that was perfect for the spring weather, practical wool trousers, tanned leather boots, and dangling silver earrings. “Remember,” she murmured, her fingers working quickly to braid my hair in a crown around my head, “You are the Luna. Every word, every gesture matters.” I caught her eye in the mirror. “That doesn’t exactly help ease my anxiety.”

"Because I asked you to." So, I stayed. I sat on the east wing window seat with the curtain pulled back three inches with my notebook in my lap and nothing written in it, while I watched the grounds. The perimeter lights ran in a chain along the north wall and bent around the west corner and the gap between them. At midnight the grounds were still. At twelve-eleven they weren't. Two figures moved through the exact gap with deliberateness like they had memorised where the light stopped. They weren’t running; rather they were walking, low and fast, following the line of the treeline along the north edge where the shadow was deepest.

A lot can change in a few years and even a few months, and I am no longer that spoiled princess. Caterina chose an off-the-shoulder Grecian crimson evening dress to represent the BloodCrest pack as Luna. Lilith is in a sleek black and red dress, which accentuates sexiness. Nova in a baby blue, one-shoulder evening gown which shows off her teeny tiny bump and me in a champagne evening gown with a princess neckline. Luckily for us, they were the last gowns in stock, and we also found matching shoes and accessories.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the magnificent palace of Lycan Grove. I stood in the grand ballroom, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. The ethereal gown I wore seemed to have been spun from moonlight itself, its flowing fabric shimmering with a hint of magic. The pale blue dress clung to my slender frame, accentuating my every movement. Intricate silver embroidery adorned the bodice, reminiscent of delicate moonbeams dancing across my skin.

It makes me want to pick her up and carry her to the nearest closet to see how she moves on top of my lap instead of with her feet planted on the lit dance floor. She’s wearing a bralette in rich golds and pale blues with a matching mini skirt. An outfit like this would’ve caused looks in Crescent Falls, but Moonrise, despite its age, has fashion that shows off the skin with ethereal cuts and fabrics. Strips of pale blue silk fall from her shoulders, down her back, as she turns to the music, her hips swaying, her arms stretched above her head. Her eyes are closed, and she looks… lost. Totally, completely, lost within herself.

And all I needed to do was to expand that space until I completely conquered it. After about an hour, I got out of the shower and fixed myself. I need to look good, as today would be the start of my journey as Moon Valley’s Luna. I went to my dresser and took out my Red Lace Bodice Open Back Skater Dress. I fixed my blonde hair in semi-curls, put a minimal makeup, and grabbed a silver clutch. When I was satisfied with the way I looked, I stormed out of the room and went to the packhouse.