Erza Costumes Novels & Stories

Zara’s POV The night of the Council Gala didn't arrive with the soft transition of twilight; it slammed into the estate like a declaration of war. I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling triptych mirror in my suite, barely recognizing the woman staring back. The bruised-plum velvet was no longer a dress; it was a second skin, a dark armor that shimmered with a dangerous, oily light under the crystal chandeliers. The internal corset was tightened to the point of structural pain, forcing my spine into a regal, unyielding line that felt as if it might snap if I breathed too deeply. My hair was a polished helmet of midnight, and my lips were painted a shade of red so deep it looked like oxygena

ELIZABETH: The night air was electric with anticipation as I slipped into my costume, a stunning batwoman outfit that hugged my curves just right. I couldn’t help but admire myself in the mirror, the way the black fabric shimmered under the dim light, making me feel both fierce and glamorous. Beside me, my best friend Cheryl was putting the final touches on her Cleopatra costume. The golden accents of her outfit sparkled like sunlight, and her dramatic eye makeup only added to the regal vibe she radiated.

Behind them, others stood at attention, all dressed with purpose. Heth, ReNew, Idris, and Professor E were adorned in military garb—each stitch earned through trial. Argun’s uniform bore the deep blue of a high-ranking officer, his badge glinting beneath the chamber lights, bearing not only his title but the weight of countless silent sacrifices. Even the hound at his feet wore a collar embroidered with the realm’s crest—a subtle but potent reminder that every creature under Destiny’s rule was prepared to defend her legacy.

Quickly, Leon hides his smile by drinking out of his goblet before his father or mother could notice, though his little brother sees everything. Zesh stands up once the masonry takes his leave to the end of one of the tables. The loyal family outfits consist of a long black sleeve shirt with the hydra insignia on the chest. They wear brown pants and a red sash. The women wore red dresses with a black ribbon wrapping around their waist. The fabric they have is smooth like silk but slick and light making it plausible to move whereas traditional dress prohibited movement with the addition of a corset. Zesh's hand rises in the air and with his other hand, he holds the lord's goblet. Sparks begin

She was wearing a cage cuff-like bracelet. Zerzus put some light make up on her face since she's already gorgeous even without make-up. He put some retouch, braided her hair and put some light liptint on her lips. After all of that, Zerzus grabbe the viel and covered it on her face as she was standing still. MEANWHILE, in the Zerges station, Valerian didn't also complain when Zerges give him the whie tuxedo, put some gel on his hair and give him a retouch. He was wearing a black shoes.

The square was packed with young werewolves who’d come to sign up, the air thick with the acrid stench of sweat, cheap tobacco, and raucous, vulgar jeers. Eira wore her faded grey linen gown, covered by a coarse wool cloak with its hood pulled low over her face. Serena walked at her side, her signature pale green leather armor standing out starkly against the sea of burly, rough-hewn men clad in drab grey and black hides. Ahead of them in line, every single one of the waiting warriors was a man standing well over six and a half feet tall, their bulging muscles straining against the seams of their leather armor.

Celia “What?” I stared blankly at Grace as she stood in front of me, holding a training gear in her hand. “Your prince wants me to wear that?” I raised an eyebrow. The training armor was skin fit and though it covered every inch of my skin, it seemed to be made of spandex or something. No way was I going to wear that. I usually sweated buckets and wanted some air to reach my lungs and my skin preferably. I would always wonder how the girls managed to wear such tight costumes and jump up and down.

“You deserve more than one day of freedom, Zeph. But I’m glad I could give you this one.” We parted, and I wiped my eyes quickly. “Let’s change before I start crying in heels.” Erika laughed and nodded. I quickly removed the clothes again, and I tugged on my male uniform—like slipping back into armor. The girl in the mirror faded. I was Prince Zephyr again. Erika fastened her final button and turned toward me. “Well, I should get going before mother gets mad.” I nodded and grabbed her cloak. “I’ll walk you out.”

They wore a mask, so they wouldn’t attract attention while getting inside the location. Rieska wore a swirling black gown accented with silver, her dark mask sculpted like a raven, covering the upper half of her face. She let her hair flowed loosely with small braids on each side of her ear. And Zenus in his black armor and mask of a black panther. His twin swords were resting on his back. In comparison, Eleand chose a high collar black jacket with gold embroidery. His delicate gold mask carved a dragon’s head. He was confident in his faerie form minus the wings.

Zera didn't know if the young man was comforting her or making her nervous, but for her it was comfort from the man so she slowly looked up before gently nodding. "Hmmm," she agreed. Josh and the others looked at each other before sighing. There is nothing they can do because it seems that what Adrison said was right, if that was the mission they would leave it to the bravest one. "So it's settled, we will enter CSU tomorrow," he said as he took out his uniform and handed it to them one by one. Their eyes widened when they saw that. A white polo shirt with a black blazer over it and they also have a necktie, Zera's is the same, the only difference is her thigh-length skirt.