Onyx Night Dress Novels & Stories

The night will already be difficult enough, and Olivia wants me to wear this. Is she fucking high? I wonder as I stare at the forest green dress I have found the courage to finally put on. I won't deny it; the dress is cute with its long sleeves and modest, yet low, neckline. The dress is designed to hug my waist, flaring over my hips and landing in the middle of my thighs, revealing my long legs. Damon will lose his absolute shit seeing me in this, especially if I am around other males with no females to distract them.

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.

Yuri squabbled, dropping my new debut ball dress to my bed as she pinned Rosy to the pillow and tickled her to death. "You two are the next minstrel duo, taking Arcadia by storm," I laughed, examining the tiered dress I was to wear to tonight at Yuri's debut ball. It was sparkling sable, dyed black, threaded through the corset with rubies and violet ribbon. It looked like a star, and my Magick quickened as I traced the pleats, black fur, and lacing. Rosy's dress: sapphire blue silk. Yuri's dress: metallic silver damask.

I assumed they were too poor to afford a proper gown, so I'd planned to make my own. To my surprise, Orion came in person that night to deliver my dress. It was the first time I saw him up close. Pale skin, silver eyes, and hair as black as midnight. A faint, ghostly starlight clung to him. He carried the quiet, heavy authority of the Underworld. He was terrifying, yet strangely comforting. "This is for you," he said, placing an exquisite box on the table. I opened it and gasped. It was a dark purple gown, the fabric like liquid moonlight. The corset was encrusted with black gems that shimmered mysteriously in the light.

He certainly would have noticed and sent her back upstairs to put something else on. The dress wasn’t that short when she was standing, but she knew that when she sat down it would roll back to just above her knee. She had on white leather sandals that showed off pink polished toenails. Tad might not appreciate those as much as her lack of bra, but at least she knew she’d put in the correct amount of effort. Her white leather purse even matched her shoes.

The moon, she blessed our gathering with a strong ethereal shine that naturally put everybody in a good mood. I was dressed in a full length burgundy one shoulder gown that had a gold disc embellished on one hip with an opened circle…revealing a flash of my hip bone. Yes I knew what I was doing. There were plenty of alphas and betas here tonight, I knew it would drive Knox wild with jealousy to see other eyes on me. Maybe I was playing with fire, but this bitch was a fiery goddess herself…I control the fire.

Odis said. The Beta raised his head, his eyes didn’t wander, instead, he stared me directly in the eyes. I blinked as I stared back at him. I wore a thin long lace vintage night dress with long laced sleeves. He couldn’t expect me to leave my bed chambers and walk around the packhouse dressed like this. I was practically naked. His Alpha wouldn’t appreciate me walking the halls like this either.

Slipping it over my body would cause my nerve endings to dance. Within each box is a surprise: One a black mourning dress, plain and yet elegant. I had not expected him to provide me with something to wear when he isn’t around, something that would allow me to continue to honor my father. A deep green gown for dining. It would bare my décolletage. One of soft pink that has a frothy bodice. A silk dressing gown of violet. A gossamer nightdress of white. Even gathered up, when I run my hand behind it, I can see my skin. It will leave nothing at all to his imagination.

“—Or we could do that tomorrow.” “Now is fine. What do you need?” “I need your help in picking a dress for the ball.” I said, before quickly adding. “Angelina and I were stuck on these two choices; I don’t know which to pick.” “Let me see them.” Wraith said, and I quickly brought both dresses. One was an off-the-shoulder, floor-length, deep wine-blue dress that clung to my form, while the other was a silk bronze dress with thin spaghetti straps, a thigh-high slit, and a low open-back design.

Tonight, I’m a bitch. Tonight I’m dressed to kill. My dress is the epitome of provocative. It’s a deep crimson, clinging to every curve of my body. The neckline plunges daringly low, revealing enough cleavage to drive any man wild, while the back dips down to my spine. The hem of the dress falls amply to mid-thigh. Oh, I’m not wearing panties. A wicked smile tugs at my lips at the way I feel. I feel so sexy, daring, and powerful.