Blackfire Starfire Costume Novels & Stories

Yuri's dress: metallic silver damask. My dress: shimmering midnight furs. The Blue Star. The Silver Star. The Black Star. The colors the Beast that had been tormenting me in my visions and onto my canvas spoke of. We were the stars.

Naraka Pati was confused. "You think the members of the Bhayangkara army are that weak? A fire like that can't kill me. Why? It's because my body is covered in panther armor that has the hardness of a black diamond. Plus, even your dirty fire rope moves are too easy to cut." Black Tiger stood with his chest puffed out. He stared intently at Naraka Pati. "Then I'll use another dirty trick!" Naraka Pati instantly transformed himself into a fire man.

I try not to stare, but my eyes are drawn to them as if pulled by a force greater than nature. At the head of their group is an exceptionally striking drake. His hair is as black as a raven’s wing, braided in multiple ropes, each one ornamented with flecks of glowing blue gems and ribbons that seem to be living plants…Starfire jasmine twisted itself in moving cords to create a living diadem of flowers. Like all of his people, he is exceptionally tall, with sharply carved cheekbones and ears coming to a long, fine point. He turns his head and as his eyes capture mine I realize that he knows I have been staring. He tips his head towards me, his eyes dancing in amusement as a close-lipped smir

My jaw was so tight the muscles ached. "I am the matter that displaces the air." "Then let us see if your cells can withstand the pressure." He raised his hand. He did not fire a beam of energy. He unleashed a kinetic displacement. Black Fire. It was not a thermal combustion. It was a corrupted, oily distortion of space that crackled with red static. It surged toward me, smelling of scorched protein and biological decay. My skin began to crawl, the hair on my arms standing up as the charge in the air intensified.

His claws were half-drawn, catching the firelight like shards of gold. He lunged. “Again,” he growled, the word barely human. Instinct surged. Selene gasped and lifted her hands. A blast of fire and frost erupted outward in a violent burst — gold and silver striking Rowan square in the chest. The impact sent him skidding back across the moss, his boots carving deep grooves in the floor. Smoke rose from his skin, curling into the air. And Rowan laughed. A wild, proud, feral sound that shook her more than any roar.

Aurelian did not respond. “You allowed interference.” Silence. Then the Archangel’s gaze shifted. To Kaelith. “You are the cause.” Kaelith placed a hand lightly over his chest. “Wow. Straight to blame. I like it.” The Archangel raised its hand. The realm responded. From nothing, a weapon formed. A whip. Not physical. Not entirely. It burned with a flame that did not flicker, did not spread, but consumed everything it touched. Its edges dissolved into mist, trailing something that did not belong to any known element.

The crunch of leather boots on fractured ice stopped right in front of her. A pair of exquisitely crafted black leather boots came into view, the vamps stitched with the golden Soulfire sigil of Black Rock royalty. Her gaze lifted slowly, settling on Lila’s perfectly made-up face. She was wrapped in an extravagant fire fox fur cloak, and beneath it, she wore the black-and-gold coronation gown of the Black Rock Queen. In this frozen wasteland where even the fiercest beasts lay dormant, Lila looked every inch the victor.

"She was the best thing in my life and living each day without her hurt more than you'd ever know. Then fast forward to that day. We were the only ones at home. I was in my room sleeping and the next thing I remain was the feeling of being scalded all over. I opened my eyes to see that my room was on fire. Serious fire, I couldn't even see anything except the fire. Panic and worry took over. I ran to where the door was admist the fire but it wouldn't open, wouldn't budge. My skin was starting to burn and someone was screaming maniacally. That person was me." God! My heart broke into a million pieces for her, for the small girl who did not deserve to go through what she had gone through. She

the third Firebirds adds and they all kept a sad face. The Firebirds are all dark green in colour, that had two horns close to their eyes, they had a little brightly coloured red strand of hair in front of their forehead. Their wings were vast and has stripes of green and yellow, huge claws on their toes, a bright red coloured throat cause they were meant to spit out fire. "Oh Brathon, may your gentle soul rest in peace," the first firebird said and lowered his left wing on the ground. The rest of the Firebirds did the same.

He throws a bullet of fire out behind the row of houses and ignites the darkness. Gray-yellow light is reflected in the trajectory of the fireball before it hits the ground, and the many lights turn into eyes as black as night. Too many who are now staring at them, baring their pointed sets of teeth. "Interesting”. The queen of the Bakorshaas appears in the glow of the fireball. Her face is twisted in a grotesque mask, marked by heavy eyebrows and a narrow, pointed chin. Her slim figure protrudes a whole head over even the tallest of the humans. “Who gave you this gift,