Novel & Cerita Deku's Hero Costume

There are three land origins that were classified in the Krystalline Academy: Deirdre with its inhabitants are called peasants, Markus with its denizens, and Vestia with its residents. Deirdre peasants are wearing a white robe with green and yellow linings that looked like vines with a circling one at the back of their robes and a parakeet bird at the center. Chloe knew that the parakeet bird was a common bird in Deirdre and it symbolizes stealth. Deirdre has been the only land associated with pure nature. No wonder it was designed like vines. Markus denizens had their robes designed with metallic gray. Two swords were cross at the back of their robes, signifying the mighty hands of Markus'

skin. It was ridiculous. It was glorious. The armor was polished gold with glowing blue runic etchings. Massive pauldrons shaped like lion heads sat on his shoulders, breathing digital steam. Every time he moved, little sparkles of light trailed behind him like fairy dust. "You look like a disco ball had a baby with a tank," Jinx laughed. She was sitting on the edge of the holographic table, her avatar swinging its legs. She was wearing her new "Shadow-Stalker" set—sleek, violet leather with a hood that trailed smoke and a mask that displayed a shifting 8-bit emote. Currently, it was a xD face.

There were clothes of different types and huge heroic armors that shone in splendor for Quickstep to choose from. "Please pick what you want, Your Excellency. These clothes are especially soft and the armors would fit your regal self perfectly. Both clothes and armors also contain magical enchantments that would provide adequate defense, Your Excellency" Ezedius enticed the bald immortal to wear something. It was very unusual for a person to prance about in his birthday garb. He thought that it was so inappropriate for an immortal to show all that he has for everyone's inspection. Ezedius was a man and he too, was uncomfortable with the fashion sense of this bald immortal.

Rhae had awoken that morning with a throbbing headache. When she looked around the room, she found herself in her chambers, Ambrose nowhere to be seen. Soon, they would be leaving, flying on the backs of their Draekons to their own Kingdom. Rhae flung herself out of bed, trying to fight the dizziness that overcame her body. She threw on a combat suit that had been laid out for her, padded with thick draekon scales as Armour. The scales were a deep purple, reflecting hues of green in a different light. She threw on her boots, tied her hair in a plait so it wouldn't knot in the wind, and bolted out the door.

Clouds churned like boiling ash, and the wind carried the scent of blood not yet spilled. Lyric stood tall in front of the courtyard, flanked by warriors dressed in black leathers, their eyes glowing faintly with power. She was dressed in violet and silver, a queen in every stride. Across the field stood Kade. He was taller than Aeron, broader, with hair tied back and a jagged scar splitting his lower lip. Behind him stretched a legion of rogue werewolves—scarred, wild-eyed, many of them carrying strange weapons enchanted with forbidden magic.

Maybe this was just a dream, and when I woke up, I’d be in a normal room. My eyes snapped open when I heard the door open, and I screamed when I saw a huge figure enter. I threw a pillow at him, and he blocked it with his large arms. “Eda! Eda! It’s me!” I froze at the sound of his familiar voice. The whole room suddenly lit up, and my eyes widened when I saw Cygnus—but he looked different. He was wearing armor the same color as my dress, but it shimmered between gold and purple. The armor made him look even bigger, with a cape at the back and a gold medallion embedded on his chest with some symbol engraved. The armor had spiral designs, and a large sword hung at his waist.

Then my eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar figure coming with the soldiers, wearing light blue armour with a feathered hat, the colour similar to the feather we found that night—the hat which belongs to the murderer. Of course... how did I forget? The Western clan always wore that attire with a sky-blue feather hat. And that person is non-other... my best friend, Duchess Winter.

All of them would change if Darius won. Five days. The fifth day before the red blood moon came fast. I woke before dawn. Didn’t sleep. Hadn’t slept since the note. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her. Ruby. In a cave. With him. I prepared. The attire was ceremonial, but functional. Black leather armor, fitted, spelled to turn blades. No helmet. The elders hated helmets. Said it hid your eyes. Said a leader should be seen. A cloak, deep crimson, clasped at the throat with the academy crest—a silver wolf on a field of black. At my hip, not a sword. A sidearm. Silver rounds. For him. For her, if it came to it.

Which happened to be jeans and Ghost’s t-shirt. “How is it fair, my Duchess, that you look this good when you’ve just rolled out of bed?” I could see the tent in his pants even through the duvet still around his waist. “Could say the same thing to you,” I smirked. “Right! Get up, shit to do. Runs to plan. If the Henchmen are going to back me up, I’ll need you and Rogue in Ragnarök in a couple hours.” “Oooh, I’m honoured that I get to be in a Valkyrie meet,” he winked.

LIKE FATHER LIKE DAUGHTER. A Decade Later. "Duke!" Keondra called out. "C'mon boy!" She clapped, looking around. She wore a cropped top hoodie which left her stomach bare as her waist disappeared into the baggy pants. Her hair was in a rough bun at the nape of her neck while a few strands fell to her face and some behind her little pointy ears. “I know you're in here, you stubborn creature.” Duke jumped on her from behind and they both crashed to the marbled floor. He stood over her on his four as he passionately licked her face.