Blackfire Starfire Costume Novels & Stories

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.

You have no idea! Nathan staggered to his feet as he sent a fleet of ground spears flying at me. I snapped my fingers and my jewel vanished. With just a thought, I set it in sword form right behind Nathan and attacked him with the simple swipe of my finger. Just to add to his misery, “Starfire Blitz!” I hissed as hundreds of drops surrounded him. I snapped my fingers and they exploded in a magnificent display.

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.

Cain begins to feel irritated looking at Onyx acting all formal. “Stop acting politely and all formal. It’s disgusting.” Cain says abruptly. Onyx loses his patient and stares at him fiercely. He is boiling with anger. Suddenly, his suit is steaming and gas emits throughout his body. Then, a crimson fire burns the entire suit and traces to his hair. When the fire has burnt out, Onyx appearance has changed. He’s wearing a black hooded-singlet, a black trouser with chain hanging from one of the pocket, and a pair of black leather boots with belts strap all over it. His iris shifts from amber to electric blue.

The black army has got him on his knees and with a knife to his throat. She has to help them. Indra lights the yellow sunlight in her eyes, and concentrate so intensely it feels like she's going to perish by her own power. The light is becoming brighter and brighter. She turns her gaze to one of the black creatures and hears a sizzling sound erupt from its skin. Within seconds, he catches fire, but the fire quickly fades and gets replaced by thousands of tiny fireflies flickering underneath the black rubbery skin, before bursting into the air as the demon disintegrate and vanish completely.

I throw my arm out, and it slams into Zek’s chest, stopping him from going through the fire into her territory. "You Bitch!" My mate yells in a bone-chilling tone. I see a sickly-looking woman with silver hair. She is wearing a black dress and has weird symbols carved into her skin. Her eyes are a fluorescent yellow, glowing at us. I notice a red stone glowing and dangling from her neck, but I don’t know what it is.

And I couldn't help the naughty thoughts crossing my mind. The girls and I went shopping for our costumes. We decided that this time, we needed to wear something different. Odette always wears the same thing to every costume party or Halloween; vampire or zombie vampire. Starliss is always a sugar fairy. You know, pink to the core with a fluffy bubble skirt and large wings. If she's not pink, she's lavender or yellow. As for me, I'm always the biker with one leg of her oversized nineteenth-century pants cut to my knees. Wearing a concert tee with Anne-Marie's face printed on it, or a skull, skeleton legs or food, a rainbow ripped jacket, and an astronaut helmet. Don't ask me what I am becaus

A firey voice sounded in my ear. I stared pleadingly at the firece damsel; she was wearing a bralett on a frilly skirt with black leggings and a pair of pencil heels. Her shoulder-length black hair was flying around on her face because of the windy atmosphere, her fair skin and her hazel pair of eyes were shining brightly, and she looked extremely beautiful but fiery at the same time. "I'm sorry!" I quickly blurted it out, not wanting to offend the fire lady further. "Please pardon her, Jahi, she has a session with Don Thierry last night that's-"