Flynn Rider Outfit Novels & Stories

But this wasn't the Lyra he knew. Her hair was black with defiant streaks of rainbows at the tip. She wore a biker leather jacket on leather pants complemented with huge spiky boots. Her lips had been painted black and her eyes a darker shade. "Lyra?" When he'd called her name the men rose to their feet, ready to attack but she halted them. "Who the hell are you?!" A guy with neck length hair asked. "I know him Flynn. No need to get all worked up." She replied with a smile.

Ginny asked. I nodded. “Yep. Harley asked me to start the race. I get to wave the flag to let the drivers know the race is on.” “Hence the skimpy outfit,” Benji said sourly. Ginny giggled in the back seat as I looked down at myself. I wasn’t dressed skimpily. I had on a pair of high-waisted leather leggings, thigh-high black boots, and a black crop top. Only a couple inches of my stomach was showing, and it was above the belly button area. The black denim jacket I had on also hid some of the skin. “This is not a skimpy outfit.”

"I'll need you to find something Ari has worn recently that hasn't been washed. Dirty socks or pajamas. Something she'd have worn close to the skin." This Flynn could handle. "She brought laundry down this morning. I don't think it got started yet." He bolted for the laundry room and dug through her hamper. Thank God, they'd started on guest sheets first. Back in the kitchen he held out the white, pink, and gold fabric with Princess of Sassytown printed on the side. "They're the socks she wore horseback riding the other day."

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.

The next morning, the horses were saddled and waiting outside the mansion. The sky was still a bit dark when Layla emerged with Riven, dressed in a thick sweater and jeans. There was a lovely fur coat covering her shoulders, keeping her warm. Riven who didn't feel the bite of the cold was dressed in black with a matching black trench coat. They would ride towards the other packs on the horses with Cade, Caleb, Knox and the other lycan warriors. The rest would go ahead in their beast form.

For several hours now, the weight of what we were about to do settled over the room like a storm cloud. Ryker returned to the room, having just gotten through mind-linking with Astrid. He folded his arms over his chest, drawing my eyes to his dark getup. The combat fatigues of dark camouflage had been spelled to help us blend into our surroundings. “She’s not thrilled about staying behind, but the family are keeping her busy.”