Supernatural Dresses Novels & Stories

The grandeur of the room enveloped us, the soft glow of crystal chandeliers casting an ethereal light on the scene. But just as I approached the entrance, a formidable figure materialized before me, blocking my path. The vampire, with an air of seething anger, emanated a chilling presence that sent a shiver down my spine. Lenora, her name whispered in hushed tones throughout the supernatural community, stood before me in a mesmerizing black dress that clung to her every curve. The fabric, as dark as the night sky, shimmered with a hint of mystery and allure. It seemed to have been spun from moonlight itself, tracing intricate patterns across her body, leaving little to the imagination. The d

I'll see you later," she waves her fingers at them and they all blush as they back out the doorway. I don't know how she does that, but all men eat out of her hand, only if she wants them too." I clap my hands, "I'm so excited, did you bring it?" She smiles at me, "of course I did, the most spectacular dress imaginable, it's only for supernatural’s, it works with our chemistry and brings out your inner beauty to shine all around you in the most amazing way."

Zita screamed. "Nat are you competing with Etienne's grandmom? Your dress should help Etienne to be glued to you entire night."She had a glint in her eyes. I held out yet another dress. "He is not taking you to the sunday's church service."I surrendered putting my hands up in the air dramatically. "Yes Zita bear, but I don't have anything to wear ."When do girls have sufficient dress? "Hey wait,maybe I've got the dress for you." She hurriedly opened her luggage and rummaged through her clothes.When she took out the beautiful dress I gasped.It was a golden sequin surplice wrap assymetrical cami dress.

It was horrible when someone they thought was dead showed up out of nowhere. Jean wore a vintage strapless dress with a rich Byzantine style, gorgeous and mysterious. The dress had a picture of Jesus crucified by the Pharisees embroidered in golden silk! The name of that dress was -- sin offering. And it was popular all over the Internet at the time. Because that dress was totally different from what Galene had designed in the past. It was solemn, beautiful and powerful! There were many blood-red gems inlaid at the hem and shoulder edge of the dress!

I catch a glimpse of hanging clothes before the door closes behind him. I look at the red dress in my hands, I don’t recognize the material, but I think it’s silk; the top and bottom are hemmed with black lace, and it has thin straps. I take off the towel and slip the dress over my body. It falls to just above my knees and feels smooth and cool against my skin. Samael comes back into the room, empty-handed, and stops when he sees me, “Fuck” he mutters under his breath. “You are so beautiful.”

Alexander snorts in the background. The reporter extends her hand. “Selene Vire.” “Supernatural Times.” Of course. That explains the glowing eyes. They’re famous for covering supernatural politics and scandals. And apparently… fashion launches. She gestures toward the stage. “Your lingerie line is already trending across five supernatural territories.” “Is it?” “Yes.” “Impressive.” She tilts her head curiously. “Did you always want to start a fashion brand?” “Honestly?” “Yes.” “No.” She laughs.

She then explained that one of them was a special dress made in limited numbers, so she could not let Serenity try it on because she was only a junior staff member but that Serenity could take a look at it and if she was really interested in it, she could ask the store manager to let her try it. Serenity's gaze fell on the picture of the limited edition dress. It was a long black gown that was both elegant and yet exuding a sense of mystery. Because it was studded with diamonds, the dress did not look plain or boring at all. In fact, Serenity even found it quite eye-catching. Such a dress would be perfect for her first public appearance in five years! Even Lisa was in awe as she said, "Wow!

Nude lips, a bold winged liner, and just enough blush to mask the exhaustion hollowing my cheeks. The gown clung to my frame like liquid obsidian. Black silk, one-shouldered, with beading trailing along my side like vines wrapping a statue. The slit sliced cleanly up one leg, offering both elegance and danger. Around my neck sat a single sapphire—a piece for goodluck. I'd always been skeptical, dismissing tales of the supernatural as mere fantasy. But that was before I experienced it firsthand. Now, I was a devout believer in the supermundane, my skepticism shattered by the undeniable reality of the unknown.

"Shall we?" I nod, letting her go ahead. She eagerly reaches in and pulls out a stunning dark green dress. "Wow," she whispers, echoing my thoughts exactly. The dress is stunning—an A-line gown with spaghetti straps, its bodice adorned with sparkling rhinestones. It shimmers under the light, cascading down to the floor in a way that’s both elegant and enchanting. The dress has a daring side slit that promises to reveal just the right amount of leg with each step. It’s more of a prom dress than a party dress, but it’s undeniably beautiful.

Just the thought of Damon dying sent me over the edge of tears and disappear, I couldn’t help but think he had ended his life rather than live with that pain. “My dear! You look stunning!” Alpha Darren’s voice broke my thoughts as I twirled in front of him, my dress a flowing masterpiece. Designed to replicate my mother’s own dress she had worn back in the day. The sleeves were long and hung over my hands, the back had black ribbon crossing up to the mid of my back but flowing over my hips showing off my hourglass frame. It was a mix of black trimming and an icy blue tint to it to match my eyes.