Novel & Cerita Erza Outfits

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.”

King's hand slides across my shoulder causing me to turn. Comfort and strength show in his striking blue eyes. He's dressed in military fatigues in place of his usual "tear you apart" Shadow Warrior gear. The fatigue shirt stretches at the seams trying to cover his broad chest and shoulders. I prefer his leather chest straps for their practicality, and to be perfectly honest, they show his muscles to their best advantage. Today we're dressed in outpost military attire and covered from ankle to shoulder. If we shift to our Warrior forms, the material will shred and our Beasts won't care if we're nude. I spent too many years thinking I was human to want to show my naked bits and pieces to the

he said to her “Archery at night…. Marcus.” She laughed and he did too. “Makes it better.” ~~~~ As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the training grounds, Zyra stepped out of the mansion dressed in an outfit suitable for training. Her attire, a blend of form-fitting comfort and practicality, consisted of black leggings, a fitted tank top, and sturdy boots. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, ready for action. She felt a mix of anticipation and determination as she made her way to join the other pack members on the field.

Medias are bunch of leeches hiding in human form. They are always waiting to find a small fault and talk about it on and on for some little money and followers. Zara is dressed in a obsidian block colour ankle length dressed that is made from rich chiffon and has plain v-neckline, short regular sleeves, fitted waistline and back zipper. She has a huge catlike glasses covering half her face then rolled a blush pink veil around her shoulders with matching slippers then the small Gucci pink cross bag that stopped by her left hip. Though she wanted to dress to hide herself, she looks beautiful and eye-catching with her tall figure.

But again, that 'fat pig' fighting skill compared to Erza is still Zero! Ezra used her long slender legs to grip his neck and, at the same time, used her elbow to hit several noses, causing his whole body to stagger, constantly struggling in vain. Ezra didn't give him a chance to counterattack. She used the pistol in her hand and decisively shot the bodyguard's skull without mercy. Then she jumped to the ground, and the bodyguard's fat body also rolled. Emma was in the back, watching the whole process. In less than ten minutes, Erza killed two men with ease… It was like a habit repeated over and over again.

At the front of the detachment sat Ezra. He was not wearing his formal prince's attire or the diplomatic colors of an envoy. He wore scarred battle leather, his dark hair whipped by the mountain wind, two heavy blades strapped across his chest. He looked down from his mount at the dozens of rifles aimed at his heart with the cold, bored contempt of an immortal predator. Then his silver eyes found me emerging from the cluster of tents. He stared at my face... at the molten gold burning in my irises, at the blood soaking through the fresh white bandage wrapped around my left palm.

she said. Ereia's uniform differs from mine. Her uniform is a black and red checkered long-sleeve layer with a black sleeveless blazer with a checkered necktie with the logo of the academy. Her pleated black skirt with a red and white lining at the hem of the skirt was shorter than mine. It's almost the same as my uniform and the only difference is the color. But I like Ereia's uniform. “I like your uniform, Ere. It suits you!” I said, and she smiled widely.

ELORA I stared at my reflection in the mirror. These were clothes tailor-made for me from the richest fabrics in all of Stormrider. Yet, it felt completely out of place. I felt out of place. My new warrior attire was rich and properly fitted to make me look…simply amazing. It was a dark steel-blue tunic, fastened at the waist with a silver embroidered belt shaped like wolves’ fangs, high leather boots hugging my calves, and a cloak the color of moonless skies.

Even harder to forget. Azira opens the door, looking tentative as she steps inside. Every muscle in my body turns rigid, as she's not dressed in the SA uniform. Instead, she's in her sports kit, which means she must have been in Archer's combat class or gym. The SA sports kit for the girls comprises a too short skirt and too tight fucking top that leaves nothing to the imagination, especially with a curvy girl like Azira wearing it. Of course, Archer had a hand in the design because he's a dirty son of a bitch. "How can I help you, Miss Sidorov?" I ask, fighting against questionable urges clawing at my insides.

The fact that someone had dared to attack his mate—Hana—was an act of war, one that couldn’t go answered. The sound of the wardrobe door opening drew his attention, and when he turned to face her, his breath hitched slightly. Hana stepped out in a new outfit that was strikingly different from her usual elegant attire. She wore a fitted black leather jacket over a cropped tank top, paired with high-waisted black jeans that hugged her curves. The outfit had a rebellious, thuggish edge to it, a stark contrast to the delicate beauty she usually embodied. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her eyes gleamed with fierce determination.