Witchcore Outfit Novels & Stories

I can only assume that it's a werewolf. I quickly wore the white pants, feeling their thick material hugging my body snuggly. I put on a black shirt and slipped on the white jersey with the same thick and comfy material. I took a pair of brown ankle boots and slipped them on. This looked like Alexander's outfit, only without the cape. I squeaked when I felt strong arms snaking around my waist, a hot kiss being placed against my neck. "This fits you so well. You look stunning, my little warrior." I smiled and leaned my body against his. "Am I going to get a sword?"

You know, I hadn’t planned on arriving in the Shadow Court forest in a business casual outfit. In fact, I had been carefully planning how to maximize the space in my pack to get in as many slip dresses and leather armor in as I could. A light sweater, jeans, and ankle boots were not on the list. Unfortunately, this is where I am. Dressed like I’m going to meet my boyfriend’s parents for the first time, chasing a panicking witch through the fog that seems to have draped itself from the trees of The Wither – the forest that we are obviously running through.

Then she opened the other side of the wardrobe, thrilled and nervous about what she had found. The same thing Im doing with the kings armor, she said, gathering a heavy tangle of goods into her arms. She donned a pair of wide leather pants, a thick leather tunic, a pair of chain-mail gloves, leather slippers that were certainly too big but that shed have to make work, and a bronze chest guard made of overlapping metal plates. The same black, fire-breathing dragon on the helmet was embroidered on the front of the tunic. It was hard to believe that anyone could fight a war under the weight of these clothes, but Lu Xin knew that the king didnt really fight--he only led battles from the seat of

My two favorite scents, cherries and chocolate, were making my mouth water as we walked up to the house. When we reached the house, I saw the most beautiful woman with long blond hair, picking berries from bushes in her back yard. When she looked up, I gasped as her cornflower blue eyes looked at me with feelings that I couldn’t identify. Before I knew it, she produced a dagger and launched it toward me. I looked behind me as I heard something fall. It was a dark warlock. Wow. She’s amazing. Zion is roaring, “Mate! Mate! Mate!” She sighed, “If you would like to shift, there are some shorts in the hollowed-out part of the tree directly behind you.” I walked over to the tree line and shifted a

"How...?" I chew on the inside of my cheek, at a loss for words. I'll just have to tweak her memory later. For now, I turn my attention to the Hunters or WVH, as Winter calls them. They advance with unhurried steps, dressed to kill—literally. Their sleek, charcoal gray outfits hug their muscular bodies like a second skin, while dark grey armor plates enhance their silhouette, covering all the important bits like chest, back, shoulders, forearms, and shins. Their utility belts, laden with pouches and holsters, hold an array of weapons and tools that make me gulp.

Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised since everything in the VR world was surreal. What confused me was that the armor hadn’t been listed in the designs. His armor was very fitting for him. There was a bit of a bad-boy charm, while still retaining his mature disposition. Although he wasn’t wearing a suit, in a sense, his new attire could be considered a suit of a sort. Luka was dressed in all black, with a few silver accents over various parts of his outfit. It consisted of a black trench coat, made of soft leather. The front collar of the coat folded back, with a silver and black design of a wolf on both flaps.

I peek out through the windows, and the sun's already up. As I step out of the bathroom and peruse through my wardrobe for the perfect outfit, I remember Lux's warning. Come dressed for war. I nod and take out tight leather pants, a white shirt, a leather corset, and heavy boots. If only she knew I'm coming dressed for escape.

He swept his dark hair to the side, laying it down neatly and I have to admit, the outfit just kind of fits him, personality-wise. He turns to me with a grin. “You look good too, Wen.” He looks at my white flowing gown and my large feathery wings. My hair is in a braided updo with curls falling around my shoulders. I have a golden halo floating above my head thanks to a carefully hidden headband. Morana gave me some golden makeup, that actually looks pretty cool. I was skeptical at first when she suggested it, but it matches the costume and it doesn't clash with my skin tone too bad. My skin is a little too pale to pull it off all the time, but for one night I feel like I can work it.

With the information that Sapphire had gathered on the Dark Wolves, they aimed to find her clothing that would help her blend in. The outfits were primarily black and more modest than what the Bloody Sapphire preferred. While the Bloody Sapphire insisted she showcase her legs, regardless of the weather, the Dark Wolves prioritized practicality. Her wardrobe now consisted mostly of black jeans or pants, turtlenecks, and thermals, complemented by a long, dark grey wool coat. There was nothing vibrant to draw attention.

Dawn has arrived as they prepare for some weapons to take, they dressed up like a warrior. Niffa in her braided tail hair matched her white sweatshirt and black pants as she put on her long dark boots then she grabbed her bow and arrow. “Still stick to that bow and arrow huh,” Rico said as he put on his long dark boots, he had the same outfit as Niffa but he put on his dark cape looking mysterious like before. He pulls the huge toolbox under the desk.