Korra Costume Novels & Stories

Shaking, I gasp for breath. Kora, his mate, comes forward. She looks beautiful, wearing a traditional gown of Undersea royalty, silks woven in shades of green and blue with hints of red and brown, and a simple diadem of shells. In her hands, she is holding a garment similar to her own, only dyed in deep purple and belted in gold. Gently, she wraps it around me like a robe and my body slowly stops shaking. With Orion's help, I can stand, but only if I lean heavily on his arm.

Slowly—because moving too fast might make her pounce—I turned on the stool. Kora stood in the arched doorway, arms folded beneath her chest, head tilted like she was studying something mildly disappointing. Her dark hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, not a strand out of place. She wore black leather pants and a fitted crimson top that looked more like armor than clothing. Everything about her screamed predator playing at civility. I slid off the stool and dipped my head the smallest fraction. Respect without groveling. I’d learned that balance the hard way. “Miss Kora,” I said, keeping my voice even despite the way my pulse roared in my ears. “What are you doing here?”

There were elves, dwarves and other magical creature that resided in Aratia there, along with an elemental or two, and among them he saw zarae, in full black gear as she pushed people back protecting someone, And that was when he saw her, He golden hair cascading down her head to her waist, face shinning like a new moon radiating with the force of the sun, slender form in a red gown with a golden belt round her waist and curves around the right places on her body. She seemed to be in a heated conversation with the men as her eyes darted around them in precision and accuracy, answering their questions but not actually replying, she had adapted well to the position of Ikira.

Both Liam and Thora looked back at the same time and saw Corie walking toward them. Corie was still wearing a vintage long dress that day. Her shiny hair was draped on her shoulders. She had minimal makeup on, and the skin under her neck was fair. Corie's voluminous curves under the collar of her dress were bouncing as she walked, making all the end unable to tear their gaze away.

Nodding slowly she told me that all elves regardless of status had gifts. “I will get changed and then you can transport me,” I mumbled, making her grin and nod. Slipping the gown on, I bit my bottom lip at the intricate golden design embroidered on it and noticed it matched Lark's suit that he had worn the night before. “Would you help me with the back?” I asked curiously and she nodded and zipped up the back. “You look amazing in the royal colors of the Dökkálfar court,” Katrina stated and my eyes widened as I looked at her.

She was 6'0" tall, obviously a wielder of herculian strength by the look of those sculpted muscles. Golden skin overlayed with faint scars, toned arms and a cinched waist flow into hips that can anchor a bear hug - or shatter a shield. Her long hair, ash-blonde and thick as rope, fell past her shoulders in loose waves. Icy-blue eyes glitter with fierce pride. A silver torque circling her neck and matching spirals on her calves. She looked like tribal royalty. Her attire was beautiful, too. A floor-length gown cut from deep charcoal leather, tailored to skim her sculpted curves while allowing full freedom of movement. Silver filigree traced the neckline and waist in bold tribal spirals, glint

“Girl, I’m so happy for you. But won’t Finn be asleep by the time you get home? If I can talk to him before you leave, that’ll be awesome.” I held a hand over the screen. “Finn!” “Yes, Mommy?” his footsteps grew louder as he ran up the stairs, Wren hot on his heels. I handed over the phone. “Aunt Cora wants to speak with you.” While they talked, I decided to browse through Cora’s dresses for something striking. Since she had no one to look after or sponsor, she could afford all the dresses and jewelry I could only dream about. Surfing through her closet, I picked out a gown that was red spaghetti strapped, fitted with white pearls embedded around the neckline and waist.

It wouldn’t hurt to just spend a little more time with her. A smile formed on my lips as I swung the door open. My eyes immediately caught sight of Korra—half-dressed. Her breasts perked up against her sexy lace bra. My jaw dropped to the floor as I froze in my tracks. "Oh my God!" Korra exclaimed, hurriedly grabbing her shirt to cover herself.

I nurse Gaia in the new rocking chair they brought in, before passing her to Bajaro. Avani and I get ready for the coronation ceremony. This is a formal affair and Avani puts on the formal attire of the elves. It’s looser than human clothing, so he’s not terribly uncomfortable, but I can tell that he’s not exactly comfortable either. His robes are black with gold trim to match my dress. My dress, on the other hand, is emerald-green to match Avani’s scales. The entire dress is trimmed with gold and we make a sharp-looking couple standing together.

He said this and walked out, his retreating form leaving the room. Hours later, after we had freshened up, Luca and Killain were having a meeting while I was left with a maid. She didn’t recognize me, so I guess that was a plus. Bored, I decided to take an evening stroll when I bumped into the one person I hate the most—Korra. She glared at me like I had grown two heads as I took in her simple chiffon blue dress and white gloves. She looked stunned, as if wondering where I had fallen from. Well… newsflash: I didn’t give a damn, and her expression was priceless.