Supernatural Dresses Novels & Stories

Suzan was amazed at her sister-in-law's behavior. Then Alice and Suzan went to the shopping mall in their pack which was on the town side. They bought so many things. Suzan bought herself a pretty blue dress for the crown ceremony and a purple dress for the mating ceremony which was one day later of the crown ceremony. Alice bought a cute pink gown and a sky color gown for Diva. She was cute and those would suit her. She bought two dresses for herself. The first one was a white gorgeous bridal gown which was for her marriage and the crown ceremony. The second one was black for the mating ceremony. Now she knew what to wear or what not to.

“Be the predator, not the prey.” I force a sharp exhale and get to work. This is a contract. This is business. I reach into the box and pull out the first piece. My eyes go wide. It’s a smoky-grey slip of a dress—so thin and short it barely qualifies as clothing. It’s the kind of thing an Omega would be forced to wear at a Syndicate auction. “You’ve got to be kidding,” I hiss, looking at the lethal cutouts along the ribs and the sheer lack of hemline. Then I look back into the box.

There is too much noise in my head. I went to try on the dress for my crowning ceremony, and the moment I stepped into it… everything inside me stilled. When I turned toward the mirror, I stopped breathing. The dress looked like fire stitched with starlight. Deep red fabric wrapped around my waist like it was sculpted for me alone, flowing into side panels that moved like wings every time I shifted — fierce, powerful, almost alive. The sheer sleeves were dusted with tiny crystals that caught every bit of light, making me glow as if my own magic was finally peeking through my skin.

Her hair was pulled back into a low bun, showing off her mark on her neck. “Almost!” I yelled out. Pulling up my shimmering silk tight dress. It was white/silvery in color with a sparkle to it so when the light hit me, it was shine anywhere I went. It was strapless, with a sweetheart neckline and a slit that came all the way up to my upper thigh. It was the most sexist thing I have ever worn, but I wanted to look good for my mate. Samantha was wearing a sapphire colored dress. It stopped mid-thigh and was a halter top. She was a bit buster than I was, so it contained everything she was packing. “And…I am ready!”

My best friends burst in, arms full of fabric and excitement. “Aurora!” Selene exclaimed, chasing Xander out of the room. “Wait until you see what we've brought for you!” They unveiled a dress that took my breath away. It was a masterpiece, combining elements from various supernatural traditions. It sparkled like a vampire's skin in sunlight, while the skirt flowed like water, reminiscent of the fluidity of werewolf transformation. The dress had beautiful, fairy-like stitching around the bottom, and hidden within the fabric were magical symbols for love and safety.

He wanted to make sure whether or not it was being worn by a person, but the only thing he saw was the hook of the hanger that was on the clothes rack. Once again, he lowered the flashlight, and this was when he thought it best to run away. Below the polo shirt he saw that there was a long black skirt… But there were no feet! To be continued… ++++++++++++ This haunting seems to get more and more intense as we go along, dear reader. Make sure to come back to The Supernatural Spa to find out what happens next. So until next time, this is your Storyteller, The Diwata saying... Goodnight and fare thee well...

Everyone always has a limit. I get back to looking at the dresses and in the end, I settle for a purple one. In my whole life as a werewolf, it is the most beautiful dress I have seen. It is a ball gown that has some layers and the large round thing that makes the dress look puffy like all those Disney princesses. There are amethyst stones embedded in every stitch. It is so beautiful that I almost imagine myself as a Disney princess when I imagine what I will look like when I wear it.

This was the first time I would step back into the world as Selene, daughter of the Werewolf King, not the Luna of Nightshade Pack, not Victor’s wife, but just me. Three rolling racks were wheeled in, each covered in gowns. Rich colours. Silks. Satins. Sequins. They shimmered under the golden light of the room’s chandelier. “All made by the royal designer,” the maid said, her voice soft. “He remembered your childhood favourites.” I walked slowly past the racks, my fingers grazing the fabric. One dress caught my eye. Midnight blue, with an open back and delicate beadwork that looked like falling stars. I had loved this dress the first time I saw it years ago, but never dared to wear it in Nig

“I’m not going to have relations with anyone I have to see again until I find my mate. It just begs for drama later on. Play around with random humans who I’ll never see again. That’s my style.” “I wonder what my style is,” Thea said. “Betrothed from birth, duh,” Lizzy said. Thea laughed. They went through the bags of sexy underwear, then Lizzy started showing her the dresses she bought. “Most of these are super casual, T-shirt dress style. I also got wrap dresses which should put thoughts into the triplets’ heads.” “Why?” Thea said. “Oh, my innocent Luna. Because with a simple pull, it’s like opening a present. Put one on.”

No matter what, I refused to turn into a vampire. I looked at the dresses. I wasn't sure whether Damien would actually let me pick, or if he was going to freak out again. But it had been so long since I'd been allowed to choose anything that even picking the dress I was going to be turned in was exciting. One dress was a mass of black lace and silk. It was beautiful but it had so many layers I was terrified I would fall on my face if I took a single step in it. I certainly would not be able to dance in the thing.