Shadow Empress Sleeves Novels & Stories

It couldn't be earthly. "Esmeralda..." Eleanor gaped. "This is beautiful. How... The stones..." "Straight from this realm. Here's the other," Eleanor's eyes widened at the next one Esmeralda brought out. It was a short and black body con dress with added straight white shimmies at the end to extend it, but with a slit to the side that shot it back up. The neck line was carefully dipped in a way that made it look like a tiny slit and the letter w, with the sleeves being off her shoulders, long, and puffy, only to tighten at the wrists.

she smiled widely. I stood before the mirror, letting my fingers smooth over the silk hugging my skin. The emerald fabric shimmered with every breath I took, rich and bold like my eyes, like a challenge sewn into thread. Gold embroidery traced itself along my sleeves and chest, curling into ancient symbols of dominance and lineage. It wasn’t delicate. It was deliberate.

Those four people gave all different greetings to her. Shadow raised her head from her working table, examining them all instantly. Four of them were wearing their official uniform. It wasn’t a typical uniform nevertheless. Shadow hated formality but she loved when everything was in order. Previously, in order to make her organization organized, she created a customized sleeveless knee-length coat/hoodie.

Her new attire was built like armor meant for an Empress who didn’t need protecting: A fitted black and silver tunic with gold-lined seams. A high collar flaring into crescent-shaped pauldrons. Armored bracers carved with Lux and shadow sigils. A flowing back cape woven from Solaris gold thread and Lunaris silver thread. A belt engraved with ancient Noctis runes. Dark boots lined with quiet lunar metal that absorbed sound. Regal. lethal. impossibly beautiful. Alessia touched the collar lightly. “This will do.” Ianthe whistled. “It does more than ‘do.’ You look like a walking threat.”

If wasn't been born a wizard he would have been a Goldsmith. Shaking off her thoughts Esmeray took a deep breath as she smoothed a hand over her black silk dress that reached just below her knees. Its straps were made of a diamond-embedded round chain that made a cross behind her back. She was wearing black lace gloves to hide the scars on her hands. To match her outfit she had picked black stilettos that added a few inches to her height. Esmeray was kind of nervous because she hadn't seen Vladimir in hours. When she woke up he had told her to rest tonight and then he was gone and she hadn't seen him since then.

He did not want to further press her or else, it would make her raise her guard and once that happens, it would be hard to monitor her in the future. After a while, Emery came out fully clad in a silver-colored armor with intricate etchings and designs that gave it a sense of elegance and beauty. The breastplate was a perfect fit on her chest, with ridges and curves that follow the contours of her body. Anyone who would look at her would surely want to gaze upon her charismatic aura… At least, that was what the prince thought. On the left part of her breastplate was the phoenix emblem of the empire that seemed to still burn in glory.

Thessaly clasps the final hook at the back of my gown, and I barely recognize the woman staring back at me in the mirror. The dress is a shade of deep charteuse, but under the lantern light it will shimmer with hints of gold and emerald. The fabric clings to me like silk and spills into a gentle flare just past my hips. Bare shoulders, a low back, and slits on both sides that flirt with every step. I haven’t worn anything this daring in my life.

Emery’s POV I stood in front of the mirror, starring at my reflection. The black gown I wore was beautiful, no doubt. It has a flattering sweetheart neckline that adds a touch of romance, with the off-shoulder sleeves that enhance the elegance, providing a touch of allure. The fitted bodice transitions into a flowing A-line skirt, making it comfortable to move with the back opened down to my waist and revealing my flawless back skin. My long brunette hair was tied into a bun with some strands falling down and my curves just like before.

She says while pulling clothes out of her suitcase. "You're right. I want to be the only one to see you in that. Do you have any floor-length gowns that have long sleeves?" I ask, studying the rest of her clothes. She throws her head back laughing and pulls out an emerald green dress. It's long, but I can see it only has one short sleeve leaving the other shoulder and arm completely bare. There's also a large slit up the side. I frown when I look at it, imagining the other men seeing her in it.

Cristine was approached by the Light Saviors. Although Cristine's voice seemed calm, she was actually anxious. She said, "Thank you. You came just in time. You need to go soon so anyone can't see you. Leave no space for anyone to ask questions." It's the first time anyone has ever seen her with the Light Saviors. She doesn't want anyone to make assumptions. People occasionally have eyes that are too sensitive. They all spoke at the same time, "It's our duty, Empress." While roving her eyes around and asking cheekily, "By the way, Empress, do you want to tell them our identity?" Cloud could tell that Empress trusted the people around her, which is why she had the confidence to ask.