Blackfire Starfire Costume Novels & Stories

I stepped forward, power coiling up my spine like a whip. “You don’t touch him.” “You already did,” she said. And before I could strike—before I could scream— The spiral lit with fire. White-hot. Blinding. Ancient. I felt something rip open in my chest. Something old. Something mine. And everything went black. Link I caught her before she hit the ground. Her body was burning—skin too hot, mark glowing like molten gold. Her eyes fluttered. Her pulse pounded. The cult was gone. Smoke and dust.

The radiant was so bright that Cruella had to cover her eyes and when it stopped, she opened it back. Her eyes widened on seeing the young woman before her. She was clothed in a white stainless garment but it still didn't hide her perfect figure. Her hair was no longer grey like it was when she was an elderly woman but now silver and it was very long, stopping at her knees. Cruella knew she had seen this cave before when she was younger but never asked about it since she was more concerned with getting her powers. This was the dark cave, the home of the silver haired witch.

He was still hurt, and giving Trix the silent treatment. She pat down her uncomfortable outfit that reminded her of Katara from Avatar but fire nation style. She wore black baggy pants that were pushed closer to her skin at her ankle by her boots. The red, cotton dress like clothing that covered her upper half fell pass her knee and hugged her upper body. It had two high slits on either side and a small black leather armor of sorts over it. That all was paired with a belt that was designated for her weapons. The sight of it sent shivers down her spine. “Fear not, much less equip as you have gone and return,” Lord Kys said as he approached the wide eyed girl.

The line ran fast towards Cia and then the woman flinched in a split second. The grin on his face made his appearance even more stunning. Her flowing silver hair, and her black clothes now slowly turned into a black silk dress. When change after change in Cia's body was completed, five fires originating from the five function points of her body came out—smolderingly shining on the Earth.

Her dark glower was ominous as she tossed her hair over her shoulder in preparation for a fight. I’m not going to fight you bird-woman. You’re not even in my weight class. He laughed as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. She stood before the fire, panting heavily. Wearing no more clothes than the flimsy spider-webbing. The makeshift cloth draped around her and folded over her shoulders. Blissfully unaware it was utterly transparent near the light. Her lovely, silvered mane glowed like sunlight in the orange illumination of the fire behind her. Framing delicate shoulders in a halo of fire.

he said with a smirk as he gently cupped her cheek to get her to look at him. “Who are you? What do you want? Please let me go,” Saphira begged as she struggled to break free from her restraints, which caused the male to laugh softly. “As for who I am, I’m Felix Dawnheart. As for what I want, it is you. The Moon Goddess made a mistake in having you become mates with Xavier Hellfire,” Felix said. Saphira whimpered and shook her head. “That isn’t true. She doesn’t make mistakes. She put me with Xavier for a reason,” Saphira said.

His white teeth suited his brown skin. "I'm Zanc!" he managed to say. "I was not really a fire starter, but my chemical level to start a fire is high. I'm Flammable!" he chuckled and walked back to chat with the punk boy. Wait… what kind of power was that? Elemental breakdowns? High ammonia? What type of disease does Zanc have? It was actually strange for Lucas to meet some people that we're also able to start some fire just like him. "Then? Who are you? Answer us!" the boy with the black leather jacket shouted at Lucas, much to his shock. He was so edgy and hot-tempered. He hasn't even ceased his narrow vision until now.

drastic. His gaze rose from the angry red flames that matched the color of his hair and found Cassy across the gathering. She was in black. They all were. Her dark hair blended into the black scarf she had wrapped around it as a sign of her respect and as the priestess chanted the prayers that would follow the dead to the great beyond, a teardrop slid from her eyes, down her right cheek.

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

Austin's gaze first landed on my face, then my chest, my waist, and finally, to the center of my thighs. "Hey, are you having a miscarriage?" I looked down at once and nearly fainted from embarrassment. My blood had seeped right through my clothes! Also, what sort of stupid question was he asking? I turned red with embarrassment. I wanted to cry because of how ashamed and embarrassed I was. Austin suddenly leaped up and grabbed a school jacket from the tree branches before handing it to me. "Use this to cover up," he said. As it turned out, he had left his uniform hanging in the tree branches. That explained why he had been walking toward me just now.