Erza Outfits Novels & Stories

she descended the platform. The indicated packs’ main fighter, the substitutes and supports headed towards the ring. The main fighters were shirtless and wearing shorts and wristbands while substitutes wore transparent crop tops and loose pants along with their armbands. The supports wore white t-shirts and black joggers along with various coloured ribbons tied around their heads. Erion’s substitute fighter, a tall, slim and dark-skinned man with dyed golden, braided hair, was the first to go up.

Erza POV Winter is coming, and I've been looking for a warm coat in my wardrobe, but there's nothing there. All I have is a bunch of old, colorful clothes that my cousin left behind. I hesitated momentarily and then put on a simple hoodie and jeans. I hope it helps me through the harsh winter. "Hurry up, stupid!" A bitter voice resounded above my head. I didn't need to look to know it was Erina, my cousin. She stood before me, wearing a new warm coat she had just bought a few days ago.

Valeria “Can you move?” Grimm asks. “Barely.” I squirm in the middle of the line, trying to unstick the leather clothes from my skin. The Firing Armada’s uniform—padded black leather pants and a long‑sleeved shirt made for those of us who don’t shift. Meant to blunt incoming damage. My hair is pulled into a slick bun, everything forced into place. “My balls can’t breathe,” Grimm whispers, tugging at the leather around his crotch.

Zayed's face was beaming with happiness whenever he was talking about his daughters. Zoya was holding Zaisha in her arms and sitting on a couch. Zaisha was wearing a red colour baby frock and looking extremely adorable. Zoya's daughters were curiously touching Zaisha's face and giggling. Zoya laughed seeing their reactions. Everyone was happy except Erina and her family members. Erina was wearing a maroon colour saree with a golden blouse and her body was dolled up with jewellery. But, sadness was clouded her face as she isn't allowed to hold her babies except feeding them.

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.

Kita said, pointing with her head to the door leading outside. “The rain and wind will be freezing out there, you can’t be serious,” Ean scoffed, looking to the door, hearing the winds still loudly blowing outside, then looking back to Kita with a scowl. “I will be doing the same,” she replied, having already stripped off her leather armour pieces and outer clothing, revealing a tight black top that only just covered her breasts and black shorts that were barely large enough to cover her lower extremities, she had an entire body of lean defined muscle with corded muscles on her arms and legs showing a body that had endured many years of fighting and training.

But she did have an odd aura. Selene stood before me, clad in the section 5 Army uniform, a garment renowned for its lightweight and form-fitting design. The fabric seemed to seamlessly conform to her body, almost as if it were a second skin. I remembered hearing that when you shift, it feels like you're naked due to the liberating sensation the fabric provides. It's a beautiful design that ensures comfort and flexibility during shifts. Plus, it magically reappears on your body when you shift back—a practical detail that minimizes the risk of being caught naked.

“I thought we weren’t scheduled for another week?” “I can’t wait a week. I want it perfect. And I want you to test it out.” The outfit didn’t look like some over-the-top, sci-fi armor. It looked like…a cool jacket. Sleek. Black. Comfortable. The trousers were just as simple, but the material shimmered faintly under the lab lights. It could’ve passed for any casual outfit. Eliza shoved it into my hands. “Put it on.” I arched a brow. “You’re really in a rush today.”

Today was the beginning of something new—her first day of combat training with Alessandro. She kept her outfit simple: a fitted tank top, leggings, a light jacket, and sturdy running shoes. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, out of the way but still cascading down her back like a silken banner. As she stepped out of the mansion’s grand doorway, the quiet crunch of her footsteps on the gravel echoed faintly in the stillness. “You’re up early, Erika.” The familiar voice made her pause mid-step. She turned to see Dunia standing in the shadow of the entryway, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

Ersa “Ersa! Warming up already?” Seraph said from behind me. When I turned to look, she was wearing some kind of peculiar cloth. “Yes. That’s… new,” I replied, commenting on her outfit. “Oh, you noticed? I bought it from the human world last year. It’s called a hoodie.” She stood beside me and fell into a loose, energetic stretch. "Did you know even bikinis came from them? They’re absolute geniuses. Honestly, their creativity is phenomenal—if only they weren't our prey.”