Moonglade Dress Novels & Stories

"This is Alpha Roric, the strongest in the North, and his mate. I'm just here to help them choose a dress." Amy looked from Roric to me, terrified. "But what about the dress you designed—" "Bring it out," I cut her off. "She wants to see it." Amy nodded and rushed to the back. A few minutes later, she returned with an ornate dress box. The moment she opened it, a collective gasp filled the shop. It was a gown made of moon-silk. Every inch was embroidered with tiny, glittering diamonds that shimmered under the lights. It was breathtaking. A dream.

I genuinely wonder how Dravon handled everything on his own. I can't even ask anyone for help, everyone is busy with their own thing. I stare at myself in the closet mirror, catching a glimpse of my maxi dress of pale lavender silk chiffon. The fabric is so light it seems to float with my movements. The gown features a simple scoop neckline and flutter sleeves, giving it an effortless, romantic grace. Delicate embroidered sprigs of white blossoms trails across the bodice and the soft, tiered skirt. My only jewelry was a delicate silver chain holding a single, pear-shaped moonstone pendant that catches the faint light. On my feet were white plush indoor slippers.

“You sound like Quillan.” “I take that as the highest compliment,” she said. I pulled the dress out. It was a sultry gold thing that had caught my eye in a hidden boutique in Black Moon. The pure, unguarded joy on her face made me grin. She slid into it. I zipped her up. The fabric fluttered and whispered over her like molten gold. Her hair started to glow, casting more light on it. She reached out, and the red-gold band that had once been members of Blue Moon slipped up her arm. She turned quickly.

The dressing room buzzed with energy, the air thick with perfume and excitement. Rows of mirrors lined the walls, reflecting the image of Lily and Maya as they stood side by side, putting the finishing touches on their looks for the Moonlight Dance. They were all smiles as they took their time to make sure they looked more beautiful than they have been all year. This was supposed to be a very special day for both of them and they wanted to look the part. Lily wore a flowing, deep red gown that hugged her figure perfectly, the fabric shimmering under the dressing room lights.

I’d never worn anything like it definitely not back in my tiny apartment, or even since I’d come here. “You're Luna now. You don’t have to like it, you just have to look like you belong in it.” I sighed and pulled the dress over my head. The fabric slid over my skin like water, settling against my curves in a way that made me feel both powerful and exposed. I tugged at the hem, then peeked through the curtain. “Are you sure they’re going to expect this level of… sparkle?” Celia didn’t even blink. “Trust me. If anything, this is mild. The Silver Moon Luna once wore a gown made entirely of crystals. She couldn’t even sit down. Now open up and let me see.”

Small daffodils, marigolds, and peach blossoms carefully embroidered around the edges. I smooth my gown and take it in. The dress itself is simple in design. Perfectly tailored to my body, the scoop neck basque waist dress accentuates my slender curves. My décolletage on display, my unmarked neck a siren song to my future mate. My golden chain and moonstone bracelet, the only jewelry I wear. The skirt is voluminous and carefully pleated, a dramatic cream satin, clean and shiny, it will glow in the full moon’s light.

Bulan is a tight-knit city, after all. "Let us welcome, the Daughter of the Moon, Luna Almazan." the host presented. Luna emerged from the entrance of the garden, wearing a silver long dress with thin straps on her shoulders. The bodice is embroidered with gold laces with symbols of the phases of the moon. A thin fabric attached to the bodice serves as long sleeves but left the shoulders bare to give it an off-shouldered look. Layers of silver tulle and satin form her long skirt that brushes the ground when she walks.

He seemed like so much more than any of those described. After he shower she crept back into the bedroom and decided to explore the closet that had clothes. She was hoping on the off chance that it might have something that would fit her. It turns out that all the women’s clothes that were on one side of the closet were exactly her size. A little disconcerting, but she was thankful none the less for clean clothes. Since it was cold and damp in the temple, she chose a turtle neck with jeans. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun in the full length mirror in the closet and even found some simple jewelry in one of the drawers. She put on an earring and necklace set in moonstones. When she was

"There's no way I'm allowing you to go with that rake, for heaven's sake Lucia, if you should, it shouldn't be Matt of all people." "Just as it shouldn't be Fiona of all people either." He snorted and nearly choked on his saliva as he gave me a shocking look. I shrugged, rolling my eyes at him, he stabbed me first, what's his problem when I have decided to move on. My thigh-length floral dress was being brushed by the wind that blew as I walked drawing my luggage behind me. "Geez Moon," I groaned as Moon clasped her hand over my ear, "you're gonna burst damn eardrum."

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.