Blackfire Starfire Costume Novels & Stories

The scent of pine and burning sage lingers in the air, meant to purify the moment. I stand near the fire, my heart pounding. My dress is deep crimson, the colour of passion and permanence. The bodice is fitted but not restrictive, embroidered with silver thread in the shape of swirling star patterns. A flowing cape falls from my shoulders, edged with Misfit and Starlight symbols-proof that two worlds are becoming one. Lyric, Luna, and Selena stand beside me, each adorned in dresses of dark blue and silver, their hair braided with tiny moonstone beads.

Lucifron was the son of the King's General, and next in line to command the royal troops. He was stoic and devoid of emotions. He used his days to train and become even stronger than his father, and he occupied his free time in the company of his only friends, with whom he managed to open his soul. Hanna with her fire dragon, Argenta. Nymphe with her elemental water dragon, Hydra. Dalkor and Valdar, the only fated fireheart couple between them, with their elemental fire dragons, Reese and Kai.

His extended ears were covered with silver fur and through his wavy silver locks, there was a tattoo of a green, vertical eye. Next to him were placed a pair of white-gold gauntlets and leather boots. He wore a pitch-black robe with silver embroidery over the ends of the sleeves and the hems of the robe and pants. Unlike the ceremonial robes he received previously, the Starry Black Majestic Battle Robe had a shorter length and the pants were baggier. Not only that, the clothes seemed to be made of spiritual materials in the sense that nothing stuck to them. Unless torn and ruined, Chen could practically wear them for as long as he wants!

"Elena, the entire city has been turned into a 'Null-Zone.' If you go in there, your 'Holy Fire' will be like a flare in a dark room. Every Husk within five miles will home in on your heartbeat." "Then I'll just have to make sure my heart doesn't skip a beat," I said, checking the seals on my makeshift tactical gear. I had traded my charred leather for a suit of "Stealth-Silk"—a prototype fabric that absorbed light and heat, originally designed to help wolfless spies move through the Blackwood forests. I looked at Leo and Ace. They were standing by the transmitter, their faces grim. They weren't crying. They were soldiers now, a transformation that was the cruelest "face-slap" of all.

That was hers. She clung to it. Fed it every ounce of fear, anger, love, and desperation she had. And slowly, the spark grew. White fire bloomed in her chest, rushing through her veins until her whole body glowed beneath her skin. Her eyes snapped open, blazing with silver-white flame. The hybrids staggered back as the campfire roared higher, drawn into her glow. The storm above parted in a perfect circle, revealing a sky streaked with alien constellations.

I cringed at the thought. After a quick military bath, that was a less than five-minute bath. I wore casual clothing and then left our mansion. I left at eight am exactly in my black race car towards Sebastian’s home. Okay I wasn’t that rich but that was one of the advantages of having rich foster parents.

Damien instantly surged forward and many wolves followed behind him as they full on attacked the Starfire wolves who retaliated and soon, a full on battle began to rage before my very eyes. “That won't hold them back for long, Zeke do something,” Kaiden yelled out and Zeke nodded with apprehension on his face as shadows crept out from the depths of the forest but as soon as they came for the Wolf spirits, they recoiled and disappeared in a blur. “Somethings wrong,” Zeke voiced out and my heartbeat came to a stop and my breathing stilled. “They hold within them the power of a star, they don't hold any shadows and therefore they cannot be hurt by shadows for they are soulless beasts,” my voice

The fire was not for warmth. It crackled in the center of the stone ring, a column of heat and hunger reaching toward the moonless sky. Around it, the wolves of Blackfang stood in a wide circle, their bodies painted in soot and ash, their eyes reflecting fire and fever. And Jasmine walked into that circle like a storm. Barefoot. Draped in nothing but a veil of crimson silk so sheer it dared the flames to light her skin. Her lips were wine-dark. Her hair spilled like shadow down her back. Every step was a sentence. Every glance, a sentence passed.

I listened and relished in the pain of her screams. I walked up to her thinking about the next thing I wanted to do. She was doubled over making me think she was still in pain until she grabbed my arm and shouted, “Acrid Shadow Thorns!” I felt the thorns stab into me and the fiery poison when she snapped her fingers. I fought against the pain as much as I could and tried to keep her close to me. “Starfire Blitz!” Before I could think to block the attack, I was sent flying back into the log we had slept next to. Darker thoughts! I need to fully immerse myself into those thoughts otherwise, she’s going to win.

The skies tore like silk set ablaze. Vaelith’s true form towered above the battlefield now, no longer cloaked in illusion or shadow. She was cosmic, a being made of collapsed galaxies and forgotten prayers, her hair a veil of void, her voice a gravitational command. And yet, standing beneath her, Liora did not kneel. She burned. Starfire wrapped around her in spiraling rings, not just light, but memory. Each flicker carried the lives of those who had come before her. Serenya. The Moon Priestesses. The lost wolves of the Starcourt. Even the ones her mother had failed.