Witchcore Outfit Novels & Stories

He was shirtless save for a red sash he wore across his chest that disappeared into a Three-Musketeers-style cloak. He withdrew a silver short sword from a belt he wore around his leather breeches. They were tucked into a pair of waders he’d probably stolen from Puss in Boots. In short, the faerie looked like a wanker. “What is the meaning of this?” he said in a voice sharp enough to cut throats. Rolling my eyes, I made a note to myself that if anyone ever summoned me using nefarious magics, I’d say something more original. “Rumpel Kracknuts?” Griff asked.

Sargis I was emotionless. The heavy fabric of my ceremonial robe was adorned with intricate golden embroidery that seemed to ripple like liquid gold in the light, creating a stunning contrast against the deep, royal purple that enveloped my form. This vibrant hue cascaded dramatically behind me, flowing like a regal banner that signified both honor and the immense burden of my duty. Resting atop my head, the crown was a masterful creation, its sharp edges caught the light in a way that made it seem almost alive, sparkling with a fierce radiance. Each jagged point and gem told a story of power, forged in the deep crucible of bloodshed and steeped in the weight of ancient legacies.

I yelled after her before the portal closed. I made my way back to my dorm to get ready for the game. My outfit comprised a white short-sleeve shirt and an Oz jersey. I paired it with some white Capri pants and some white flats. I went out a bit more this year and placed some warrior strips on my cheeks in our school colors of royal blue and gold. It matched the jersey well, but my hair kept getting into it. Eventually, getting fed up with it, I put it up in a high ponytail.

He had a long narrow face with a round chin and was clean-shaven. He wore a black armored robe with gold and red trim. On both the front and back of the robe was a Phoenix sleeping in the midst of a storm made entirely of sapphires. The shoulders were studded gold, as were the armored plates that covered the sides, back, and chest of the robe. He also wore black armored gauntlets and boots. From the scent of him, he was from one of the Eterna Phoenix Tribe. And from his worried demeanor, Kronos guessed it had been a while since he had seen battle.

I have a blue cape that reaches my knees, and long armored white boots that cover above my knees. Val wears almost the same design as mine, but her armored color combines red, black and yellow. Her cape is red, and her armor was black and yellow. “This is our battle attire, Azrael. Stop gawking at Alice's cleavage. Tsk.” Val said while smirking, and Azrael’s face turned beet red that made us laugh. Azrael is wearing a black armor attire which has a hidden weapon he could use in case of emergency. He requested that on the bladesmith and crafter.

Alex smirked. I smirked knowing his sister in law is the dark witch queen herself. "Pythia is your sister in law. The queen that was so easily taken down by a mere smoke spell." I smiled. "One she also overcame, and snatched up the one person you relied on most to get things done. Pick a piece of armor." Alex said stepping to the side to reveal four unique looking armor suits. I scanned my eyes across them until my eyes landed on one. It was silver with a front and back piece so that my torso and back would be covered. Two leg shields that would only cover the front part with the straps tied in the back but there was also a hat that had a drop down shield to cover my face. "I want that one."

Swish! Purple light flashed, and a weapon of the Ancestral God Rank—the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword—appeared in his hand. He looked at the enthusiastic Nico beside him and said, “Nico, I’ll leave Jadranka to you. Leave the rest of the powerful figures of the Sanctuary to me.”

– so Andrea put together an entire wardrobe full of options for me. Today I'm wearing a raspberry-colored silk skirt that flows like gossamer around my knees and a crisp linen dress shirt in white, rolled up to my elbows in neat cuffs. Around my neck is a small gold locket in an oval shape, and on my wrist is a delicate antique gold watch. On my feet are sensibly low-heeled black shoes. It doesn't feel like a very professional outfit to me; I'm used to either scrubs or plain black and gray suits. But Andrea insists that witch doctors are more colorful characters, and that looking pretty and slightly whimsical will help me gain the Alpha's trust.

The twins started pressing buttons and levers, as more supplies on the wall then a Glass stone tube appeared. Olive and Clover squealed in thrill, they walked in having the whole tube spin in a high speed. Once it slowed down they walked out fully dressed, head to toe battle suits, they wore tight silver jackets that reached below the hip. In the lower half they wore silver skinny leather pants, wearing spikes red ankle boots with chains all their bodies. Lastly chains formed into a crown of their cherry hair, as their red-ginger winds danced in and away in the distance as if they were real flames.

It reminds me of the outfit that I saw Gretel wear in the movie Hansel and Gretel. Almost the entire outfit is made of leather. The vest is covered in straps and buckles that I can hold various objects in. There are knee high, leather boots to match. Instead of black leather though it is all a light brown leather that is much softer than I am used to feeling. The outfit screams bad ass but the color helps tone it down enough that it does not seem too intimidating either. Hopefully, this will help the pack to accept me today.