Royale High Outfits Novels & Stories

In a gesture of gratitude, she hugged Angelika, feeling even closer to her daughter. Hours later, after taking care of all the details and finally getting dressed, Rosalie looked in the mirror. She was stunning wearing the dark blue dress that perfectly outlined her curves. The V-cut valued his silhouette, and the slit on his left thigh added a subtle touch of daring to the elegance of the costume. She felt confident and powerful.

DPOV My royal dresser eased me into an ornate, pure-white jacket adorned with numerous, silver buttons that vertically ran down my torso. Black fur lined its collar and hems, while metallic patterns swirled in between. Black trousers covered my legs, tucked into equally dark, knee-length boots decorated with lighter swirls. My brown hair fell around my face, lightly brushing my shoulders, as a lavish headpiece stood a foot tall atop my skull.

Kyros stands next to her in a grand display of deep forest green, his kingdom's colors, exuding regality, power, and prestige. Tory and Antonis, the couple standing next to them, also look stunning. Tory wears a royal blue mermaid slit dress. Even though she's royalty she doesn't identify as one since her father was stripped of his title which means she has no right to the colors, so she's not wearing her house colors. Antonis, next to her, is breathtaking in a burgundy tunic, his eyes fixed on Tory with adoration.

He scoffed and Angel gasped. "I know you've seen a lot,you don't have to brag about it" She rolled her eyes,watching as Royal search through her closet until finally he faced her. "Here's the perfect outfit" He said showing her the baggy cargo pants in his hand and a hoodie "What? This?!" Angel's eyes widened. "Of course" Royal replied. Angel shook her head. "I can wear this" She took the Pant from him "But that hoodie is a no,I will prefer a crop top" Angel smiled and Royal rolled his eyes.

The purpose was clear: strengthen diplomatic alliances and showcase the nobility’s power. My outfit, handpicked by the royal committee, was a form-fitting black dress with silver accents that shimmered under the light. The backless design was daring, and I’d styled my hair into a loose bun with strands framing my face. The prince, as always, commanded attention. His outfit was immaculate—a long velvet coat embroidered with intricate silver runes and mystical symbols. The high collar, leather accents, and polished silver buttons exuded power. His polished boots and the royal signet ring completed the look. He was the living embodiment of power and seduction.

He was in one of his trademark all-white outfits—white pants, white suit, white shoes—with the only spot of color being the fur that lined his cloak (a deep, moss-green shade shot through with gold) and the black embroidery of the Royal House of el’Varel’s crest on the back. The first shock of the night was when the Prince held out a hand to assist the lady coming out of the car after him. Nearly everybody expected it would be either Aisha Clearwater or Alisa Vega—or both, since those three were all but inseparable. But instead, a petite redhead in a form-hugging gown of green velvet took the Prince’s hand, and later on his arm which he offered, as they walked down the red carpet. It was obv

She took her time to brush my hair and take care of my body, after doing that, she applied some sweet herbal on my face, causing my face to gloom, I looked super cute as I watched my reflection, I hadn't even fit my wears, yet I look super cute. Now it was time to fit into my wears, I needed to pick a nice dress, I was going to wear one of those royal dresses, that are always heavy, my eyes ran to the different wears spread on the bed. Most mates to the Alpha love to wear blue attires, which symbolize royalty, they prefer to wear that, because being a Luna is one thing every she-wolf will want to climb to.

As he applied a fresh dressing, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude that the injury was not more severe. Once satisfied with the bandage, Ashier turned his attention to his attire for the day. He selected a regal ensemble befitting his status as the pack's leader. The clothes were made of rich, deep blue fabric with intricate golden embroidery along the edges. The royal crest adorned the buttons of his coat, symbolizing his authority and lineage. His trousers were tailored to perfection, allowing for both comfort and elegance. Completing the look was a silver wolf pendant, a symbol of his pack's strength and unity, hanging from a chain around his neck.

So everyone is kind of obliged to attend. "You're just making up an excuse not to be alone with your ex," accused Gisele, turning to me. The dress she held was pink, with a long skirt, but extremely loose at the waist, which still devalued our body. Silently, I made a face as if to say that that dress should be the last one for her to dream of wearing. My younger sister had serious problems with the fashion issue. "And I can't find a single dress that makes me presentable to the Royal entourage.

his outfit was a tight-fitting long-sleeved top and long pants, they were black with gold trim, a golden dragon emblazed on the chest of his top. “You’re forgetting a piece” Kealy called out, holding up a black cloth that was folded. “What on earth is that?” Rex asked, walking towards Kealy to get a better look. “It is your flowing cape of course!” Kealy responded, holding the top of the cloth, giving it a flick, it unfolded into a long black cape. “You’ve got to be bloody kidding, with that hanging off me, I am definitely going to look stupid” Rex wailed. “Part of the royal outfit, not negotiable” Kealy said with a stern voice, motioning Rex to rotate so she could add on the cape.