Erza Scarlet Outfit Novels & Stories

Evandros lost his steps and fell on the dirty ground covered with dead leaves. Once he got to his senses and raised his head, his pupils shrank. "SCARLET." He yelled at the top of his lungs, scarlet held the sword in her left hand as blood dripped down from her right arm. Her right sleeve was torn up and big claw marks can be seen on her white arm through which blood was pouring out like a rainfall.

Emptiness crept into her soul and she landed on the floor with a thud cursing her fate. “Are you sure? I don’t think it will work.” Emerald murmured in Scarlet’s ears. She was dressed in a warrior dress with a bluish-purple long gown with a deep cut starting from her navel and ending in between her legs matched with radiant purple pants and high ankle boots. The gown was held in place with a polar white waistband that was tucked with many tiny weapons. Her long hair cascaded down to her knees shimmering the ocean blue color with occasional tints of purple and green. What a beautiful sight!

This one was a far fetch one, but I figured I would ask anyway. “Done.” She quickly responds, “Anything else?” I am thrown for a loop at how fast she agreed to that one. The others shouldn’t be a problem. “Yes. The outfit that you wanted me to wear isn’t going to do.” “That is what all of our treasures wear, Aria.” I roll my eyes, “I understand you need to sell sex, Scarlett. It’s just that the color wasn’t very appealing. Do you have one in a royal blue or violet color? You know, to make my eyes pop.” I giggle.

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

Asher gestured, went to take a gander at the steps, the sides of his mouth somewhat raised. Few minutes later, scarlet came downstairs, Asher raised his eyelids, and the edges of his mouth jerked two times. Why is dressed this way? Scarlet was wearing a long down coat and some pants, very much like a displaced person in the city. Taking a gander at Rubby once more, Asher held his temple for some time. It's past the point of no return for her to change clothes now. Is better for them to leave now if not, Rubby will be distraught as damnation.

“Scarlet? What are you doing here?” “Hi Xavier. You look dashing as always,” she commented, making me glare at her. Valarie gaped at the sudden shift in Scarlet’s behavior, like she was not being a bitch just two seconds ago. Xavier was dressed in a white crisp formal t-shirt paired with a navy blue suit.

This will be the worst case of blue balls I have ever had. By the time I made it to the closet, Scarlet had put on a bra and was pulling up black leather pants. She had sitting out black combat boots and a black tank top. She even pulled her hair back into a side braid. I pulled out what I wear to every hunt and got dressed. She moved around and I watched her put a short machete looking knife in her boots. Damn, she is like prepared for everything. We finished up and I looked over at her, standing at the door, leaning against the wall, waiting. Her arms were folded under her chest and the leather she had on was damn fucking sexy as well. She was watching me move around.

"But you are not getting anything else to wear!" Scarlett scowled and banged the door shut. She opened the cupboard again and stared inside. Those would look ridiculous on her. She took a deep unwanted breath and took out a blood red coloured dress with black lacings. She got out of her bathrobe and had so much difficulty in wearing the dress but she didn't dare call for help. In half an hour she was done. She left her hair open and got out of her room. Right on cue, Zane, Mick and Helen got out of theirs

Zara replied, handing it over to me. I carefully tore open the envelope, my heart pounding in my chest as I unfolded the papers inside. It was Natalie's autopsy results, a stark reminder of the tragedy that had rocked our pack. Rushing back upstairs, I rummaged through my wardrobe until I found the perfect outfit - a vibrant ensemble consisting of yellow, red, and white floral palazzo pants paired with a snug white long-sleeved top. I carefully tucked the top into the pants for a polished look before slipping into my favorite red sandals.

“Come eat!” “Give me one minute, and I’ll join you.” “It’s just nuggets and mac and cheese,” Scarlet says almost apologetically. She’s still wearing the denim shorts she had on earlier but has added a button-up flannel shirt over her tank top. Her blonde hair is in a messy braid, with loose strands hanging around her face. Even a blind man would notice how gorgeous she is. “Some of our favorites,” I say and take off my shoes. I’m still in uniform with my gun strapped to my utility belt around my waist. I go upstairs to lock it up and change into gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt.