Erza Costumes Novels & Stories

FIRA'S POV Eira said that she was going out today. She did not say where she was going so I concluded that she would enjoy the day although we still had no news about our father. I just wore a white crop top shirt, blue pants and white shoes. These were Zephyrus' gift since he was always in the city. He told me that if I wanted to go there, I should dress up according to their clothes. Our dress in Elemental Kingdom was a red uniform, a skirt and the garment of the omega. Zephyrus said it was fine to wear, but it would look like a uniform somewhere so I strictly need to use what he gave.

He needs to word harder to take her back. Feeling nervous once she stepped into the pack house. It's been so long everything is still the same, even the ugly decorations Elisa had put up were gone. She was wearing one of Hildegard's leather armor and acted as one of Lauriel's guards. This way Eris won't be able to recognize her scent and the helmet covering her face.

Even if I didn't really deserve it. When we were upstairs, we stood by and waited for Miss Aza. All the doors were locked, the curtains on the windows pulled. The house was very ominous, and the fact that Esther claimed she was hearing things made me shiver. Finally, Aza came up the staircase with a basket of items covered with a blanket. She stared at us, arms filled with boxed of treats. "Y'all brought the right clothing?" she asked. We all nodded. I went over the outfit I chose; Erzulie loves the colors pink, blue, and lavender. I chose to wear blue. I wasn't sure what everyone else wore.

Erza left her earlier after helping her dress for the party. She donned an empire cut gown, fleshy-white color, embroidered with pink tiny roses and sequined with silver Swarovski crystal beads. It had a three-inch trail, enough for her to manage when walking. To her relief, the gown was modest enough to cover the swell of her breasts, but it had a slit above the knee exposing the soft skin of her legs. She blushed at the sight of her own reflection. The dress was beautiful indeed. To own such a thing like this was an honor. Surely, she wouldn’t hesitate to ask Lady Faye again where she had procured such a creation.

Little did they know that those were midieval costumes that were to be used for the cast of the Snow White show. After dressing themselves they were called by Kiesty through the bracelet. Within a minute they bore weapons made from Zaenosh and transported there to complete their mission. Two had swords, and the rest had giant hammers. Smirking, they all nodded their heads to agree in one thing: "Let's finish her game." ***

And there was a dead dragon to be taken care of. --- Two days later: “She’s here,” said Ludwig. Brishor adjusted his fur cloak for the thousandth time. Chezzal was standing right next to him, all dressed up and looking just as nervous. Both of them had decided to wear white pants and white shirt with gold trims and gold cuffs. While Brishor wore his royal red cape that had royal insignia embroidered on the back, Chezzal wore the General’s navy-blue cape with royal insignia. Both were looking… mesmerizing.

Still, I got positive responses when I was announced as their Queen; now, it was becoming real. I turned my back to the mirror, admiring the beautiful velvet cape embroidered with the symbol of Eradon—a majestic wolf. The door opened, and Zephyr walked in, smiling at me. ‘’Hey,’’ he muttered as his eyes searched through my body. ‘’You look beautiful!’’ ‘’you don’t look bad yourself,’’ I told him as I took in his beautiful royal regalia, a tailored black suit accentuating his broad shoulders. He also had a cape like mine bearing the symbol of Eradon.

Chapter 8 Zara did not panic. Panic was a luxury reserved for people who hadn't spent the last five years preparing for war. Instead, she ended the call with Priya, walked smoothly into her massive walk-in closet, and selected her armor. She chose a tailored, razor-sharp suit in deep charcoal, paired with a pair of terrifyingly high stilettos. She applied a coat of matte red lipstick with a steady, unshakeable hand. By the time her private driver pulled up to the Frost Industries building, the terrified, heartbroken twenty-two-year-old girl was locked securely in a box in the back of her mind. Only the CEO remained.

But a knowing. This was what Kael had burned for. Ruby approached from the other side, dressed in the new colors of the Guard—deep midnight blue threaded with starlight silver. Her blades hung across her back, ceremonial today but sharp as ever. She did not smile, but her chin lifted with pride. "They came," she murmured. Zara nodded. "They had to." On the dais, the murmurs of the crowd quieted as Elira turned to face them. Her voice rang clear, though her lips barely moved.

They were all‌ in‍ a spectrum‍ of black, navy, and deep burgundy‍—elegant‌, severe, and utterly‍ safe. “Mr. Sterl⁠ing’s team provided a palett‌e,” Colette ex‍plained. “We must project an imag⁠e of sophistica‍tion and‌ s‌tabil‍ity‌.” Elara’s heart sank. S⁠he ran a hand over th‍e exquisite fabrics, but they felt cold and foreign⁠. They were‌ costumes for⁠ the part she was be⁠ing forced to play. Then, her gaze snag⁠ged on a flash of color at the ve‌ry end of the ra‌ck. It‌ was a gown of‍ deep, emera‌ld green, the colo⁠r of a forest⁠ a⁠t t⁠wilight.