Slytherin Bedding Novels & Stories

The mattress is huge and looks so soft and tempting with the silk bedding that is layered in black and royal purple to match the curtains. Also in the room, there is a high table with four chairs near the sitting alcove that is also close to the burning fireplace. The heat from the fireplace adds to the warm temperature of the room, and the table has colorful mosaic designs of dragons in mid-flight. Above the fire hearth, a sword blade hangs there. Not just any blade. A ceremonial sword. From my combat training and experience back in Velmira, I can tell that the sword is dull-edged but is still clearly dangerous and expertly forged, and since it is here in Drakarith, I am sure it is not a we

Mine. I walked through every hallway, checking on my people. Callum & Keiran’s Room – Gold and navy tones. Antique headboard. Silk sheets. A sitting area with a fireplace. I caught them mid laugh, shirtless, unpacking cologne and boots. Callum pulled me in for a kiss. “Ye did good, lass.” Rory’s Room – Sleek and masculine. Leather furniture. A whole ass office setup. He’d already set up four monitors and was installing a tea station. “This place is fuckin’ Hogwarts on steroids.”

The arched windows stretched from floor to ceiling, draped in heavy velvet curtains of midnight blue embroidered with the Malvore crest, a black wolf howling at a crescent moon. At the heart of the room stood a magnificent canopied bed, its frame carved from ancient mahogany and inlaid with mother-of-pearl runes of protection. The bed was dressed in layers of silk sheets and furs, in hues of champagne, silver, and shadow. A seating area by the hearth featured tufted chairs of black leather and velvet, arranged around a low table carved from a single piece of onyx. " We are so doing sleepovers every day of the week" Sloane says still gwarking at masterpiece called my bedroom.

The faint glow of the morning sun barely softened the dark atmosphere of the room. Near the windows stood a large, black wooden wardrobe, its doors slightly ajar, revealing neatly hung clothes—mostly dark shirts and pants. Next to it, there was a long dresser with a few items scattered on top—cologne, a watch, and what looked like a silver dagger. And then there was the bed. The massive four-poster bed was the centerpiece of the room, draped in black silk sheets. The headboard was made of dark leather, with silver studs lining its edges. The bed itself looked like it belonged to a king—fitting for someone like Alpha Ronan.

“She never left.” The passage opened into a vast chamber. At its center stood an obsidian throne, coiled by a statue of a serpent biting its tail. Bones littered the floor, human, animal, unidentifiable. Incense burned from iron bowls, filling the air with a sweet rot that turned the stomach. On the throne sat Valentina. Her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders; her eyes shimmered with molten gold. Around her, the Crimson Pact knelt in silent devotion. When she spoke, her voice rolled like silk over razors.

she said with a sly smile. We’re in her room, she has a huge walk-in closet on one side and a toilet and bath on the other, it shouts luxurious, her headboard was made of nadeshiko pink colored materials and her bed looked like it came out of a five-star hotel with a linen satin and pillowcases that looked so soft and fluffy.

Faythe Beta Connor said my room is basic and that there isn't much in here but after a full twenty-four hours locked within my own warded space, I am beginning to think this might be luxury. Instead of the stained mattress I have at home, I have a plush memory foam mattress on a beautifully carved wooden bed frame; the four pillows are so fluffy that I’ve had to take two of them off the bed just to get a good night's sleep. The duvet cover is a soft cotton that feels like a feather stroking my skin while I sleep; the soft cream walls have been enchanted so that they change depending on my mood. When I first came in here, they were a deep teal but now they’re a soft sky blue that instantly ma

Slayne’s old bedroom is transformed, there is now a toddler bed, and cute white furniture for all her stuff. “Once she puts all her babas in here and her curtains and stuff, it will look like home for her, do you think she’ll like it?” he asks me, unsure. I jump into his arms. “I love you, Alpha Manzitti Goldrick,” I shout before kissing him; however, we don’t have long before Slayne and Ivan knock on the door with a very excited Summer. “Come and see your new bedroom, Summer.” We get to work setting Summer’s bedroom up, I put her unicorn bedding on and curtains up, Manzitti fixes her lamps and lights, Slayne and Summer arrange all her babas and teddies and Ivan looks bewildered by the sheer

Sitting on her bed, she just stares ahead and bit her lip. Brow deepens in anger at what she had to face while being in the midst of her family. After her family returns home, she quickly distances herself from Harry, running back to her room and lock herself in it. Her dress was changed into a comfy pajama with long sleeves and long pants after a long hot shower which seems to ease the pain in her muscles including her mind. It was a pastel silk pajama set with thin vertical lines she got from 'Victoria Secret' and despite the name, the pajama was ever innocent looking and totally not sexy. Something tells her that wearing a nightgown with no sleeves is dangerous when being around a Walton.

Seraphina Alexander gently placed me on his bed, and I winced at the pressure of my body against the soft blankets. The quilt was a deep blue, while the sheets and pillowcases were bright white, feeling incredibly soft against my skin. The bed was massive—I’d never seen a four-poster bed this size before. A white canopy draped over it, adding a touch of elegance. The room was pretty amazing for just one person. I couldn’t help but wonder how Margo’s room compared.