Sloth Blanket Novels & Stories

I put a lot of thought into my other Christmas gifts for Killiana picture Malory took of us, a heavy-duty silver chain necklace with script metal work saying, "Mine," and a soft wool lap blanket for his feet when he kicked back and watched television. I knew I would use it, too, because he still liked keeping me nearly or completely naked when I cuddled up with him. It was hard to buy for Killian because he had everything, but I was very proud of my choices.

I looked like a blade that had just been sharpened. ​The Gift of the Midnight Silk ​When I finally climbed out of the water, Kaelen was waiting with a garment that looked like it had been woven from the night sky itself. It was "Midnight Silk"—a fabric made from the cocoons of the Shadow-Moths that lived in the Dead Boundary. ​It was black, but as the light hit it, it shimmered with ripples of violet and deep blue. It was cold to the touch, but as I slipped it over my head, it warmed instantly, molding to my curves like a second skin.

“Marion, hold the east line! Saillus, guard the barrier!” He turned to Sloth. “If you’re going to sleep, make it count.” Sloth’s eyes glowed brighter, a cold, ethereal blue. His power unfurled, bending sound and air alike. And then, with one slow exhale, the entire battlefield fell silent. The wraiths stilled mid-scream. The rogues dropped like puppets cut from strings. Even the fog seemed to pause. Sloth straightened, gaze heavy-lidded but clear. “Wake me when the world stops burning.”

The blankets were made of fur and Ellie had seen them on a prior trip but seeing them now with Amanda reminded her of how much she loved to curl up with a warm blanket and good book. "This would be so comfortable on the couches," she said, her eyes glazed in desire. She ran her hand over the fur and held it out to Amanda. The blanket was the deepest, blackest fur. "Looks like your wolf," Hannah murmured under her breath to Jake. He smirked at her and nodded. "So it does," he said with a grin. "Looks like she's not at all averse to the idea of being mated to you," she said with a laugh as Ellie ran her cheek over the fur and moaned softly.

"What is it?" Joseph approached slowly, his hands trembling slightly as he carefully unwrapped the bundle. When the paper fell away, I gasped softly. It was the most delicate baby blanket I had ever seen—a soft, pale yellow knit with intricate stitching around the edges, every detail clearly crafted by hand. "This," he said, his voice thick with feeling, "was Christian's first blanket. My wife, Sophie, made it for him before he was born. Every stitch was sewn with love while we waited for his arrival."

Shelly retrieved her blanket, neatly folding it. "I wasn't cold." Hayden caught a whiff of fragrance from her blanket. "Is this the blanket you usually use?" Shelly nodded. "I wasn't planning on bringing it, thinking that it would be enough to sleep in my coat since we were only staying one night, but my mom insisted that I bring a blanket, saying it's uncomfortable to sleep in a coat." "Your mom loves you." "All moms love their children." Shelly smiled and asked, "Can we open up the tent now?"

Tiny embroidered wolves beneath a glowing moon. A quiet forest stretches across the blanket. It isn't flashy. It isn't overly childish. It's peaceful. Home. Without thinking, I pick it up. Running my fingers across the fabric, I imagine wrapping my baby inside it. Safe. Warm. Loved. Before I can second-guess myself, I carry it straight to the register. Raven notices immediately. "I thought we weren't buying extras." "We weren't." "And now?" I smile down at the blanket. "This one already belongs to my baby."

The thin throw blanket did absolutely nothing against the draft coming from the massive glass windows. Suddenly, a soft rustle broke the silence of the room. Liam tensed up, his eyes snapping open in the darkness. A tall, towering silhouette was standing right beside the couch. Jaxson. Liam scrambled backward against the sofa cushions, his heart hammering violently against his ribs. "What are you doing? I told you to stay away—" Before he could finish, a heavy, incredibly thick velvet duvet was violently dumped right over his head, burying him in a sudden wave of intense, trapped warmth. The blanket smelled faintly of expensive cologne and cedar wood.

"You're kidding right?" I ask as I get control of myself again. Before Trey answers our waiter returns, our drinks on his black round tray and a blue Mexican blanket thrown over his arm. I've seen blankets similar to these all over with their various striped patterns. They seem to be on sale everywhere, but I haven't picked one up yet. The waiter hands me a plastic neon green cup and I place it on the edge of the fire pit while the blanket is wrapped around my back and over my shoulders to create a shawl. The fabric is thick and firm, a little scratchy, but it keeps the wind from my bare skin.

--- “From your little idiot and the love of her life.” “Am I not the love of your life?” Thomas feigned a wronged expression. “You are.” Almera giggled as she pulled out the soft fur. Both of their faces had the same expression ‘Shock!’ ‘How could the little idiot afford this?’ A blanket of this size was indeed a very expensive… no less than 50 gold nuggets, sometimes it could also go as high as several hundreds due to the uniqueness of the material! “Did she make this herself?” Almera thought out loud as she ran her hands on the beautifully embroidered butterflies.