Supernatural Dresses Novels & Stories

She looked angelic with her blonde hair tied into a bun and her striking blue eyes, it felt like we were in heaven. "Welcome to Ethereal Dresses, I'm your attendant for today. Who's the pretty lady getting married?" "That would be me," I said, raising a hand. She beamed at me, "Congratulations to you, I'm so happy you came to ethereal dresses to find the perfect dress to make you look like the angel you already are." "Thank you." Bella and Lucy went to take their seats while the angel took me to check out the first collection. "This collection is what we here call the daring collection. It's for people who don't care about the norms and live by their own rules. People who aren't afraid if no

The dress was pure white, creating a sense of innocence and purity that contrasted beautifully with the sultry, form-fitting silhouette. The dress featured a plunging neckline, revealing just enough skin to be enticing without being overly revealing. Delicate spaghetti straps crisscrossed at the back, adding a touch of sophistication to the design. The bodice of the gown was adorned with a beautiful floral print, each delicate blossom blending seamlessly into the fabric.

He said. “Where did they come from?” “The dimension provided them. I told it your size and the restaurant’s dress code.” “The dimension is my stylist now.” “The dimension is whatever you want it to be.” I looked at the dresses. They were beautiful — silk, lace, satin. Deep necklines, open backs, long sleeves. Each one more stunning than the last. “Which one do you prefer?” I asked, turning to him. Mortyss was leaning against the doorframe, still naked, arms crossed. His eyes traveled over the dresses and then back to me.

Sabrina pulled out the dress for me, holding it out. "The witches personally made it for you," She said as I smiled, maybe they weren't so bad but I was totally not over being drowned and humiliated by them. I took the dress, it feeling like heaven in my hands, the fabric like none other I had ever seen. It was red, blood red as if blood had just been poured on it. I took it not helping my heart as I turned it around so shocked at its beauty, something that belonged in a museum, something not meant to be used for it seemed to be made for a goddess not me. It was hard to even find a word, my breath knocked out looking up at Sabrina finding her mouth wide open and sure she was not breathing.

Sariel's point of view SUNDAY ANNIVERSARY PARTY I’ve dressed myself in a purple silk A-line cocktail dress with a clavicle-framing neckline. It fits with flares at the shoulders for an extravagant look and has soft, molded sleeves that follow my natural curves. The theme is pastel, and the dress code is cocktail attire for girls. We’re going to the mansion, and Tito has already arrived. Murphy? He's downstairs, talking to my mom. Tsk, as if my mom would actually like him for me.

I let him know that I do not think that my daughter Anna can join us with her husband, as they have a kingdom to rule, which involves a ton of work lately. Cade assures me that he will take care of everything, so I can go and relax until dinner will be ready. I thank him and kiss him deeply, then go into the attic, to pull an old chest, that I have from my great-great-grandmother, who had the most exquisite dresses. I look through all the dresses until I find the perfect one. A powerful red, with black lace dress, perfect for this occasion, for my mate to love. While I remove my clothes to try it on, I hear a faint noise. When I turn around I see one strange demon, that I have never met befo

“I’m not wearing that.” “You’re wearing it.” “It has SLEEVES. Puffy sleeves. I look like a deranged pastry.” “You look like a Luna.” Selene glared at Kira, who was holding up a dress that looked like it had been designed by someone who’d never actually seen a human woman before. “There are other dresses,” Selene said desperately. “Normal dresses. Dresses that don’t make me look like I’m attending a royal wedding in 1605.”

When she opened it, I saw it was full of beautiful dresses, all in dark colors—black, deep purple, midnight blue. She pulled out one dress and turned to show me. It was black, the most beautiful black dress I’d ever seen. It had long sleeves made of lace that looked like spider webs, and the skirt was made of layers and layers of soft fabric that would flow when you walked. There were tiny crystals sewn into it that caught the light. “For tonight’s ceremony,” Melissa said, holding it up. “You’ll want to look your best.” A ceremony. Like it was something to celebrate. Like my death was a party.

With the help of two other girls, we walked up to the doors of the store and I could see the expressions of surprise and delight in the eyes of those who were waiting for the doors to open. My store had an elegant atmosphere to it, and the added sparkles here and there with the dresses on display, it was truly wonderful. The dresses were very stylish with some being more reminiscent of fantasy dresses, similar to the dresses that would be worn by fairy queens when being crowned, except that they could also all be worn on the red carpet or to regular big occasions.

I whispered to Callista as I looked at the stunning collection of evening gowns. "Our pack has close ties with many famous designers," Callista explained as she pulled dresses off the rack. "Some of them are even werewolves themselves." I nodded, amazed by the opulence I never expected to find in a werewolf community known for its simpler, more traditional lifestyle. My eyes were drawn to a dark emerald green dress hanging in the corner of the room. Without realizing it, I stepped toward it and touched the soft fabric—high-quality satin and lace with an elegant, feminine cut.