Supernatural Dresses Novels & Stories

Out here, no one seems to know much about the supernaturals outside of werewolves. We begin trying on dresses. Over the next couple of hours everyone decides on dresses of various colors. I’ve just tried on the dress that I think I want, a simple, sleeveless, white flowy dress with rhinestones around the top and bottom of the breasts, when I hear the squeal of my twin sisters from the main shopping area. “There are more of you?” Melanie asks, having been helping me with my dresses. “Just a few more, unless they’ve brought the pups.” I hear Mom, Aunt Grace, and Aunt Cara all begin to coo and I know that the pups are here too.

In the end, I end up getting three dresses. One of them is the actual one I’ll wear to the gala—a floor-length column dress with a slit up to mid-thigh and adorable off-the-shoulder bows. It’s sleek, modern, and just sexy enough to be appropriate for me to wear as the event coordinator and host.

I should have been excited—this was something I had dreamed of, something I wanted—but a strange unease settled deep in my chest, like a whisper of warning I couldn’t quite hear. Morgana, Ivy, and Kora were in my room, helping me prepare. The ceremonial dress I wore was a deep crimson, the fabric flowing around me like a river of blood—bold, untamed, and alive. It clung to my form like it knew me, fitted at the bodice with delicate embroidery that shimmered like flame when the light caught it. Intricate patterns of gold thread traced ancient runes across the sleeves and neckline, symbols of unity, strength, and fate. The skirt fanned out in layers of silk and velvet, trailing behind me like

“Naya!!” —- N A D I N E L E V I T H A N I just got back from overseas when I heard that today is the annual party, and I’m super excited to see my baby again. Oh my God! I didn’t have time to prepare, so I just wore my favorite red sultry dress. I like this dress because it exudes sensuality and allure. It features a form-fitting silhouette, accentuating curves, with a deep neckline. The fabric is satin, enhancing its luxurious appeal, and it has draping details and a slit that adds drama and movement.

Although Hisashi repeatedly explained that this name represents only one thing: the truth, and the price of products in their store to be worthy of its quality. Contrary to the colorful appearance of the first floor, this second floor looks much more like a real magic shop. Huge wooden cabinets contained rows of dried llamas fetuses of reddish-brown color, dolls made from all kinds of materials such as wood, cloth, straw, stone-carved evil spirits, animal fur skins, skulls of all kinds. Eden always felt creepy when he went through that place. He had a feeling that the dark, empty eye sockets of these skulls were staring at him).

I’ll eventually make my way across the room. The first dress resembles a human wedding dress, white, long, and conservative. It’s beautiful but not what I want to wear for my ceremony. The second dress is red, the material feels like spandex and screams seduction. Gorgeous but not what I want to wear when I’m introducing myself to the pack as their Luna. I walk down the row of dresses touching the material as I go. I bypass the long sleeve dresses and stop at the ones that pop out to me. A beautiful light pink dress called to me but when I got a closer look it looked like something you’d wear to a High School prom.

“Change quickly, and then sit down. I’ll get the supplies.” I took the dress from Bell’s hands, my fingers brushing against the smooth fabric. As I unfolded it, a sense of dread settled over me. The dress was a deep red, satin, and sleek, but it was far more revealing than anything I had ever worn. The neckline dipped low, exposing more cleavage than I was comfortable with, and the hemline was high, stopping just above my knee, leaving most of my thighs bare.

The liquid silver threads woven into my silk bodice caught the light of a thousand crystal chandeliers, making me look less like a captive human and more like a celestial monarch walking into her domain. A collective, breathless gasp rippled through the crowd of five hundred high-ranking noble supernaturals. They weren't just looking at my dress. They were looking at Kaelen’s bare shoulders, where his gold military epaulets were missing, exposing the fresh, crimson claw scratches I had ripped into his skin during our backstage encounter. The absolute, unhinged territorial dominance Kaelen was radiating made the air pressure in the room drop so low that several low-ranking omegas in the front

Thankfully, I was paying attention this time and managed to avoid colliding with him. Curious as to what had caught his attention, I followed his gaze, and my eyes fell upon a breathtaking white dress. Its intricate lace detailing and flowing fabric were a sight to behold. As I admired the dress, Aaron's voice broke the silence. “The dress is pretty, right?” he asked. I answered, “Yes.” "A dress that is similar to...?" he trailed off, leaving the question hanging in the air. Similar to what? I looked at the dress again. My eyes widened when I finally realized which it was identical with. It was the same dress Vera had worn on the night of her mating ceremony. The same dress she had been wear

The two spoke, not caring about the stares that were upon us. "Okay. What can I do for you? Since you're here, I bet it will be a memorable evening!" Melissa asked. We entered an oval room. It had mirrors everywhere, in the center was a small podium and near the entrance three white dresses that covered the entire body from the neck to the feet. "Lestat has invited me to a dinner party," I replied, disentangling myself from Melissa and picking up one of the dresses. "You can wear them. They are dresses with magic fabric," I said to Jenny and Lilith.