Erza Scarlet Outfit Novels & Stories

The pair stared each other down — one inscrutable, the other sardonic. There were no words to mark the occasion, but the silent challenge between them buzzed in the air like static electricity. Sydney smiled, pleased, and turned away walking to her own team. In the midst of all this Scarlet, not caring that she was gaining an audience, held her head high and resumed her fitting. Designers rushed to dress Scarlet in her signature outfit that included a tight black jumpsuit alongside a lace bodice with hand-beaded embellishments and a long side slit. The look was completed by her powerful statement earrings along with her auburn hair tied in a high ponytail.

She dressed carefully, power wrapped in silk. Black fitted trousers. A dark crimson blouse that clung just enough to remind everyone she wasn’t a fucking child. Her boots clicked against the dorm floor as she moved, her spine straight, her chin lifted. Her wolf murmured, almost amused. I can sense it. Today’s going to be insane. Scarlet paused at the mirror. “Crazy… or lucky?” "Both," her wolf replied. Scarlet smiled faintly then she opened the door. Blade was standing right there, leaning casually against the wall like he owned the damn place.

"Before they start playing" "Do you want to wear this, Bella?". She shook her head. "No, Tasha, he gave it to you". I smiled sadly at her. "I'll just go wear it". I stood up still holding the green jersey as I went out of the sports stand heading to the restroom. I stopped outside considering something, if I wear this jersey then my arms would show revealing my scars. I decided to wear the green jersey over my long sleeved grey shirt. Well it fits me well.

As Skye showers, I started to cover up the Hickeys that Skye's left on my neck, and then I put on some light makeup to compliment my outfit. I'm wearing the outfit that I bought from Zion Earlier. Then Skye emerges from the walk-in closet, and damn she is hot. She's wearing light brown high-waisted slack pants along with a white crop top and light brown blazer completed with gold jewelry and White heels. Skye smiled at me and extended her hand, "Let's go???"

Luckily the waist of the dress was covered and her secret will remain safe. But she doesn't know about the one on her face. " Ma'am ! We were asked to do the make up. Come!" And that's when she gives them a small smile and take the makeup bag from their hands. "I will handle it. Thank you." And that's when she leaves for the vanity, making the make up team to look at her back in surprise. Judging her abilities. If only they knew that the girl was no ordinary person. If she can hide her traumatic past behind her beautiful smile, sadness behind her eyes and a 3.52 cm scar from the eyes of this world.

Isa was behind me all through grabbing anything I did and offering to do them till she finally gave up and assisted me instead. People started to arrive at the pack house In beautiful attires and cars. Wow, it’s really a big occasion here in Scarlet. I am starting to look odd here so I went in to get dressed. It is really hard to choose from the really hot dresses in front of me. One is a long gold-colored strapless gown with an open that stopped at mid-thigh. The second one is a cream-colored flower design free flawed, dress with a tiny hand that stops right under my kneel and the last one is a black huggy dress that stops right before my knee, I fell in love at the first sight and right th

The clock struck 7 pm, marking the completion of their preparations. Storm, with his comb-over black hair style and impeccably groomed jawline, looked dashing in his black tuxedo. Meanwhile, Scarlet descended the stairs in a mesmerizing light blue mermaid evening gown, accentuating her figure. She carried a clutch bag adorned with white pearls, a perfect match for her attire. This exquisite gown had been personally tailored by the renowned designer, Summer Carter, known for her exceptional creations in the bustling city of New York.

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

“Including royalty from our most valued allies. Please join me in welcoming Princess Kaia Valdris of the Crimson Moon Pack!” Spotlight blazed across my face. I stepped forward with fluid grace, ignoring the stunned silence from those who remembered the broken girl I used to be. As I moved toward the platform, something extraordinary happened. Ancient marks began to glow beneath my skin—silver lines that traced intricate patterns up my arms and across my décolletage. The mark of true royal bloodlines, power that hadn't been seen in centuries. The entire hall gasped. I reached the platform and turned to face the crowd, my marks still pulsing with otherworldly light. When I spoke, my voice carr