Korra Costume Novels & Stories

The thick layer of mountain mud was gone, but the scars on her face were as red and angry as ever, and she still wore her leather armor like a second skin. "It’s the wolf in me, Sora," I said, smoothed down the front of my dress. It was a deep, velvet green, the color of the pine needles in the heart of the Blackwood forest. It was heavy, warm, and far too expensive for a woman who had spent the last month sleeping on stone floors. "Besides, Killian doesn't seem to mind the smell." Sora snorted, walking into the room with that silent, predatory grace that made the Ghost Pack so terrifying. She stopped in front of me, her good eye scanning my face. She reached out, her rough, calloused thumb

I query as I watch my niece work, her nimble hands floating along the brightly gleaming bronze as she adjusts knobs and tightens screws. “Ursa’s source is still trying to contact Aunt Ona,” Kora mumbles around a tool clutched between her teeth as she makes a few more adjustments to a new suit she’s been crafting for Orion. “She won’t be back until after daybreak,” she groans. “She’s with her…companion.”

Kora checked herself in the mirror one more time, making sure that the demure image she was portraying really stood out. Instead of her usual red lipstick and heavy makeup, she opted to wear a natural look to show off her rosy cheeks. And she wore a flowy and simple sage dress with long sleeves. “Being sultry doesn’t seem to get anything more than a flirty comment from him. Maybe I’ll get a better reaction with this,” she told herself as she smiled at the reflection. This always worked when she wanted to tap into some of the men’s overprotectiveness and bravado.

She made sure the price was affordable and the restaurant wasn't too fancy before telling Cole it was her pick. Anne thought her choice was okay, Daniella had thought it was bland and boring. So, there stood Korina, she was presently in front of a mirror, a dark coloured short mermaid gown adorned her body fitting to it like a glove, her dreads were let down, she decided against makeup and opted for simple black wages for her feet. I look good, She complimented herself while doing a 360 degree turn in front of the mirror. She took one more look at herself and nodded in pure fulfillment at her appearance, grabbed a coat and headed out the door.

“Oh, come on. You can’t pretend you don’t care. He’s been watching you for days, Korra.” “He’s my commander,” Korra muttered, though her stomach fluttered at the mention of his name. “He watches everyone.” “Sure,” Mara teased, “and the moon only rises once a year.” She held up a dress of pale gray silk. “Wear this, it will match your eyes.” Korra hesitated, her fingertips brushing over the fabric. “I can’t wear something like that…” “You can,” Mara insisted. “And you will. The pack already talks about you, so you might as well give them something worth talking about.”

the journalist replied, returning the smile and feeling immediately at ease. The young Kora's long light brown hair was tied upwards with a braid up over her head, and minimal makeup on her face enhanced her gentle, Mediterranean features: two large, brown, almost dark green eyes, a small nose and full lips, gently wrapped in red lipstick, which recalled her dress. Her clothing was also less luxurious in the giant hall, filled with celebrities: it was a long red evening gown with an important neckline at the height of her uncovered shoulders, which hinted at her well-proportioned and trained physique, despite sitting position.

Packhouses are where most bullying happens. For obvious reasons, Zavion’s mansion was set on the top of the hill, looking over the entire pack. Cora bought herself a green classy gown and a shimmering blue for Nora. Esme got herself a black mini dress paired with a silver waist chain. I was yet to find something for me. In all honesty, I didn’t want to buy a dress but Aaron and Cora wouldn’t let me. I was looking through the hanging dresses when an arm shot out and placed something on the lower section right next to me, catching my attention. I glanced over to see it was a cloth. Curious, I picked it up. The thing unfurled to be a stunning teal green gown. It was an off-shoulder gown with a

“Are you okay though Helena, you’ve been a bit distant the last few days?” “I am now, it has been a funny couple of days but it’s all okay. Think I had all the dance nerves early,” and I gave her a jolly thumbs up and a big fake smile to make her giggle. “Ta-da, this is the one!” Bella announced and paraded a rich green corseted dress. a full fitted bodice, gold embroidery, flowing skirt, and small fitted sleeves. Kyra and me both gasped, it was fit for royalty! It was so extravagant I wouldn’t have been surprised if this was from a Luna’s wardrobe not Bella, a regular Beta girl. /When on earth was she planning to wear this/ Fyre remarked.

Leaves and moss-like fabric formed their clothes, wrapping around their bodies in natural patterns. Katana’s hair tumbled down in long, dark curls that shimmered with green and gold reflections from the firelight. The tribal symbols on her arms and face were deep brown now, almost like carved markings instead of glowing lines. Her eyes—still bright emerald—watched me with curiosity. I took a shaky breath, unsure if I should move. Corin stepped beside me, his hand brushing against mine in quiet reassurance. Katana’s gaze lingered on me for a long moment before she smiled faintly.

KC said wiggling her brows. “Trust us.” Keane giggled. “When we are done with Sofia and you, those two Alpha’s will be falling at your feet. “Kydence, punkin.” Kora called out to her. “This is your dress, well the Luna dress. Your aunt had it updated and altered to fit you.” She held the dress up against Kydence’s body. “Looks perfect.” “Wait, shouldn’t Sofia be wearing this dress?”