Onyx Night Dress Novels & Stories

I whispered. “Goddess… this is what I mean,” Viktor said in annoyance. The door creaked open, interrupting our conversation. I turned to find Clara and Nyx had changed and were ready for war. They must have tried to match with me. I wore a long-sleeve black thigh-length t-shirt over black shorts and black shoes. Clara wore a black dress that hugged at her curves and her earrings glowed yellow and orange like flames. Nyx wore a black sweetheart neck velvet dress with loose flounce sleeves. The dress fell mid-thigh and her red hair had been tied up in two puffs atop her head. She matched the ensemble with black boot.

“Girl! You look absolutely breathtaking. Declan’s gonna pass out cold when he sees you. That dress is going to be easy as hell to tear off. Rather, your wolf will not have any issues whatsoever getting through it!” Xena exudes absolute beauty as she enters the room. Her dress, a captivating boho style, is crafted from delicate silk, its touch as smooth as a gentle caress. The chosen to allure a royal blue hue perfectly enhances her captivating dark bluish-green eyes and glossy chestnut hair. With an off-the-shoulder design, elastic waist, and short sleeves, the dress's top gracefully reveals her shoulders. The skirt, with its ruffled high-low hem, gracefully flows from a front reaching mid-t

he replied instead. Maya looked into it and saw that it was a dress. She pulled the dress out of the bag, and she gasped in surprise. It was an emerald green satin sleeveless dress with a touch of silver embroidery laced with two straps of emerald green at the upper left side of the bodice. The dress did not have the tiniest of straps to use as support around the shoulders. It was a dress that simply rounded and fitted the chest with perfection. "There's a ball tonight," Grey said, reading the questions in her eyes. "All alphas will be present, along with their wives, concubines or lovers," he explained, and she looked at him. "We'll be attending it together," he added.

“Be the predator, not the prey.” I force a sharp exhale and get to work. This is a contract. This is business. I reach into the box and pull out the first piece. My eyes go wide. It’s a smoky-grey slip of a dress—so thin and short it barely qualifies as clothing. It’s the kind of thing an Omega would be forced to wear at a Syndicate auction. “You’ve got to be kidding,” I hiss, looking at the lethal cutouts along the ribs and the sheer lack of hemline. Then I look back into the box.

They were simple, but they kept him covered. “No offense,” Onyx began as he looked down at his body. “But if you can conjure clothes, why is your dress in that shape?” I glared at him. I reached out and pressed my palm into his chest. He gasped as my hand landed on his bare skin. I then trailed my hand down his stomach before pulling away. He shuddered and a sharp, intense look entered his eyes. I smirked at him. “I can’t conjure clothes,” I noted. “It’s a glamor. An illusion for the sake of your dignity.”

All I wanted was something simple, so as to not pique the rest of the pack’s attention but that couldn’t happen in this dress, not by a million miles. The dress had a fitted bodice, embroidered either beautiful delicate threads, a tad lighter than its usual color, with long mesh sleeves that showed under my skin but still covered my markings regardless. The skirt billowed into layers of a lightweight fabric, clearly to hide my bony structure from below. I couldn’t help but almost cry as my legs almost gave way to its sheer beauty—capturing the beauty of the night sky itself. Pretty. I wanted to look pretty tonight. Lenard wanted me to carve a path for myself. What better way than to start at

I mused and then explained when he cocked a questioning brow, "You don't picture a future with me, and yet here you are, Alpha Orion Kessler." "That looks pretty," Orion remarked at the floor-length, shimmering rose-gold gown I had pulled out from the rack, "you should try that on." I gave the dress a once over from the tight bodice to the thigh-high slit and the rouched material around the bust, "Hold this while I look through more options." "Your wish is my command," with a dramatic bow, Orion gathered the dress gingerly in his arms—he was careful to not touch me in doing so, "and you shouldn't assume I don't picture a future with you, Kara."

Ayla chirped inside me. “You better not,” I warned, laughing. We prepared for the marketplace, buying only necessities since the coronation robes would be provided by the palace. Bags, clothes, accessories—everything. “You should replace your nighties, my lady,” Mira suggested. She was right. We wandered into the nightwear section, selecting beautiful, dangerously attractive pieces. “This will drive the Alpha crazy,” Mira said, handing me a sheer piece that left nothing to the imagination. It was almost night by the time we returned, and Orion’s mindlink wouldn’t stop buzzing in my head, his impatience and anticipation practically vibrating through the bond.

Cancelling the festival would give them exactly what they wanted. I would not allow it. Greta stood behind me in the Luna Wing, fastening the final clasp of my ceremonial gown. The dress carried Ironclaw’s formal colors. Deep black fabric hugged my upper body before flowing over my hips in long, graceful folds. Silver embroidery decorated the neckline and sleeves, forming wolves, claws, and crescent moons. A fitted silver belt rested at my waist, emphasizing rather than hiding my curves. For once, I did not try to make myself appear smaller.

I don't want to ruin the night. As to what that anonymous guy instructed in the letter. I wore my navy blue tube dress with a pretty necklace that has a V pendant on it. I also covered my bruises with concealers and I finished about almost an hour covering it all up because its all over my body now and it even got bigger than before. If this was normal, I would've looked like a battered daughter because of the bruises I have in my body. Thankfully that's not the case. "Hey, are you nervous?" I heard Mal asking me. I was thinking too much I didn't even notice we'd arrived at the grand theatre.