Novel & Cerita Witchcore Outfit

I didn't have the time to come here nor any reason to visit. The door of the house opens and Winston Wright comes out wearing a simple gray polo shirt, khaki slacks and brown shoes. I looked down at what I was wearing. It seems I'm a bit overdressed for this party. I take off my suit jacket and tie and gave it to my Beta, Marcus, who was standing behind me.

For example, the Knight Division, I’ve decided for them to still maintained a little bit of their plates armor for a part of their Uniform. After all, Fantasma is a fantasy world and I wanted to stick with the theme, beside it looks rather good anyway. The most flashy uniform of all, I supposed is the Mage Division, not only they have a palette colour of blue and white, but they also have a short cape on their right shoulders and also naturally a standard issued military grade wand on their hips. These fulfill my imagination of how a modern military Wizard should looks like.

Torch smiled at me "we have a lot to talk about." When I turned, I saw that Torch had a black metal arm where his silver hand used to be; seven massive shoulder spikes jutting out that he had gone to the lengths to decorate with baubles, bells, and tinsel. He wore a white halo of thorns around his head, which matched the ones wrapped around his wrists. His red shirt depicted a small child being eaten by a silver beast, that I guessed was Korvin. His silver shorts had black outlines of spiked plants down the sides, which were repeated across his white shoes.

Try as I might, I couldn’t help but trail my gaze over every inch of him, my body clenching and unclenching. Each Wolf God was dressed to the nines. Silken undershirts, each a different hue plucked straight from the night sky, overlaid with velvet jackets etched in sparkling silver. Azrael’s was a violet that bordered on maroon, while Draco’s was a deep azure. Orion’s was several shades lighter, as cold as his impenetrable gaze. Their polished shoes gleaned as brightly as their eyes, though without the bursts of magic I caught here and there. I’d been rendered speechless when I emerged from the bedroom suite and caught their enraptured stares.

Around my waist rested a utility belt, with rope, extra ammunition, a pocket sized first aid kit, and a bottle of fluid with the label wolfs bane sat on the front. Lewis’s outfit matched mine, except his was black and more like a field cop, whereas mine resembled that of a medieval warrior. “Fuck me…” he swallowed thickly before stepping towards me ever so slightly, in awe. What was wrong with him, was the armor not a good fit. “We should probably go…” he spoke as I finished scooping my hair into a high ponytail and tied my steel capped boots. “…Before I rip those clothes off you, and make you mine, again.” He growled, nothing but teasing and lust present in his tone.

I couldn't have asked a better mate if I had dreamed him up myself. Looking in the mirror, I can see why Wyatt picked this for me to wear. The tight leather crop top with the leather skirt makes me look like something out of a BDSM movie. All I need is my whip. I leave the shield off and walk out of the closet. I already had my own black boots to complete the outfit. When Wyatt sees me, his mouth falls open. "So this is what you had in mind to see me fighting in, huh?" I ask, spinning around. Wyatt groans as he walks over in his warrior gear, and I pretend not to pay attention to how sexy he looks in only the black pants and shield.

If I had to face this drakaina alone I know I would have likely fainted. Behind the Queen are two attendants. One male and one female and both very young. They are wearing matching outfits of pale blue silk, their wings small and folded behind them. The drake has a warm glow about him, like captured sunlight, his skin a tawny brown like days spent too long on a beach. His hair looks like a fallen star, starting with black at the roots and extending out in every direction with a fade from black into purple then red, orange, and finally pale blonde. His eyes are coal black.

" Two men, one tall and one short, stood in front of the door. The light bounced back so Lily couldn't see the faces of the two men clearly. The guy Lily was going to marry was probably the tall guy standing in the middle of that door. He wears a black suit, his hair is tied in a ponytail, his body is well proportioned. But for some reason, his whole body exuded a coldness that made everyone around him feel fear and submission. In particular, on his hand there is a very prominent red necklace, because there is also a rather large gold wolf attached.

ELORA I stared at my reflection in the mirror. These were clothes tailor-made for me from the richest fabrics in all of Stormrider. Yet, it felt completely out of place. I felt out of place. My new warrior attire was rich and properly fitted to make me look…simply amazing. It was a dark steel-blue tunic, fastened at the waist with a silver embroidered belt shaped like wolves’ fangs, high leather boots hugging my calves, and a cloak the color of moonless skies.

I was now dressed in the traditional werewolf Alpha attire. To be honest, it was very revealing. The top was some sort of black one-arm tank top that covered the top half of my abdomen. It was decorated with the ancient pack logo in gold and a few floral golden designs as well. It had a string of cloth that went around my body and connected to my pants. The pants were white and huge, it was like a skirt on each leg and they were very low set. They covered my shoes which were a very simple sock-like and surprisingly comfortable fit.