Sylveon Outfit Novels & Stories

***POV: Amara*** Imogen, Violet, and I put on the finishing touches. I can’t wait to see the men’s reaction to our outfits. Imogen is wearing a little black dress, with a flirty type skirt, and mesh panels above and below her cleavage. It’s short and sexy while still young, she is just 17 after all. Violet is wearing a slinky sequined number, silver with some abstract black lines through it, and a deep v in the front. Girlfriend looks hot, and I just know Cyrus is going to lose his mind when he sees her.

He wants to be his most gorgeous looking self with his Luna. A KNEE LENGTH white dress given by Mr. Walton perfectly hugged Liliene’s body. As well as the soft like cotton slippers she was wearing was given by her soon to be husband. Sylvia put a light make up on her face and helped her comb her hair while drying it with a blower. She just took a shower because she was asked to prepare for a weird thing they called mating phase.

The patrol probably already fell in love with her. Both Avery and Zylith seemed stunned but equally pleased with my outfit for the night, sporting similar dresses. Zylith wore a low v-neck, mid-thigh light blue dress, illuminating her long-toned legs. Avery wore a red dress that covered every part of her body except for the dangerously high slit on her right leg completely grabbing your attention. They both looked amazing.

[Axel] “Do you think she really cares about you, Axel,” Slone is sitting across from me slowly eating a pancake. She is still wearing some of Marigold’s clothing which looks odd on her. Slone normally wore subdued colors, earth tones, and natural hues to match her affinity towards earth magic. Marigold preferred bold colors and floral prints, pants covered in embroidery, ribbons, and mirrors. On Marigold, the look is whimsical and fun. On Slone, it just looks gaudy.

Of course, Chen happened to know this creature. 'Violet... and who's that dangerous chick behind her?' The woman behind Violet wore crimson battle robes that curved around her comely figure. With her pitch-black hair pulled back into a ponytail, the woman's spirit enhancement revealed crimson scales close to her eyes, and her eyes yellowed out. Meanwhile, both of her hands were covered in thick red scales while her knuckles had short dark spikes stretched out. Meanwhile, four halos rotated around her body. Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple.

From the points where they’d been struck, thin blue veins began to spread out under their scales, crawling like spiderwebs across their torsos. Sylph poison. Gildeon’s head came up, jaw tight. Across the field, the salamanders who’d been boxing in the remaining lower mortals along the far shore lay dead. From the haze of smoke and steam stepped a new line of figures. Sylphs advanced over the blood-soaked sand in perfect formation, white armor fluttering in the night breeze, their blue hair and blue eyes catching the moonlight. At their head walked Feviel, two white owls perched on his shoulders. He moved straight toward him and looked down at Old Man’s crushed body.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

She is excited about the possibility of finding her mate. As Selene walked to her ensuite, she stared at her bathtub longingly and sighs, she knows her mom is upset so she takes a quick shower. She puts on a silver silk dress her mom left out for her. It’s beautiful with the back opening up completely and small pearls lining the V shape form, the front of the dress is simple and fits her perfectly.

Then Selene appeared at the forest’s edge. A collective intake of breath rippled through the crowd, like the sound of wind through dry leaves. She wore a gown of layered white silk, simple and elegant, the fabric flowing around her ankles like mountain mist. She wore no jewels, no crown. She didn't need them. Her strength was a palpable thing, a radiance that moved with her.

And at his side, dressed in silks the color of blood and wealth, wearing a look of smug triumph, was Sylvia. She looked like a queen who had already won the war. Her smile was a sharp blade. Her eyes swept over Sun Palace, over our people, with a greedy, hungry pleasure. She was already counting our things, thinking of them as hers. I stood at the top of the castle steps with Thorne. I wore a gown of deep blue, like a night sky. My hair was woven with thin silver threads. My face was a perfect, polite mask. The mask of a gracious Luna, pleased to have guests.