Korra Costume Novels & Stories

Out of the dreadful darkness, emerged a Kora fully dressed in her apparel of a white flowing gown. Her majestic white gown was adorned with glittering precious stones. In her right hand was a golden staff. She cast her gaze at the werewolves and whispered in the air in a tiny little voice only she could hear. The werewolves whimpered like scared little puppies and fled from the scene. Detective White narrowed his gaze on her. “Why did you save me?” He expresses surprise.

“We’ll make you glow tonight, Liora!” I was still recovering from the trauma of hot wax when a soft knock sounded on the door. Corra entered gracefully, carrying something draped over her arms. My heart raced to see a dress, white like snowfall. Its fabric was soft and elegant that looked as light as moonlight. The embroidery was detailed and delicate, the silver thread shimmering like stardust. There was also a jewelry box with it. “My little moonlight,” she said warmly, stepping closer, “this belonged to Eluvia.”

In front of a full-length mirror, Cora was watching her own reflection. Cora couldn't help but smile as she watched her very different self on this particular day. Cora was wearing a long flowing dress of ruby pink color. On both of her exposed shoulders, there was a circular translucent fabric with luxurious trinkets. When reflected in the sunlight, the luxurious trinkets would light up and show their radiance. While looking at the design of the dress on her body, Cora stroked her belly. She was already eight months pregnant. Cora is very excited and can't wait to witness the birth of her child next month.

When he caught me staring, he licked them. I shuddered and looked away. Not one of these people were normal. And to Queen Nymera’s left, there she was. Korra. The prince’s fiancée. Former fiancée. The woman who’d been practically wrapped around Vasska less than twenty-four hours ago, all possessive grace and perfume. Now she stood quietly at the queen’s side, draped in red. Her dark hair coiled into an intricate knot at her nape, chin tilted with just enough poise.

Kora confirmed this yesterday when I inquired from her if she had seen my mate and her response had been a fierce 'NO'. "Your Highness," Kora came into view from the wardrobe, bearing a shimmering turquoise gown intricately woven with diamonds from head to toe. From the waist went down on a smooth fishy slope that I was sure when I wore it, would magnify my waistline. One couldn't help but stare open-mouthed at it. I haven't seen the gown before. I had intended to wear the red gown Charlotte picked up herself for me the last time we went shopping. Not this.

Harvey frowned before thinking about the situation. “Did you find out who the woman was?” Arlet hesitated momentarily. “I did try. I also got the six Hermit Families to help… “But we couldn’t figure out who she was. “That said, she wore traditional clothing. The people around her were the same, with swords hanging on their waists. They looked completely out of place compared to everyone else. “Many people do cosplay nowadays, but I don’t think that’s the case here. “The woman’s name was Kora, I think.”

I snarled, my chest rising and falling in quick succession. Now left to ourselves, I crossed my hands on my chest, staring into space as anger coursed through my veins. “Sit, let me do the finishing touches.” Kora said and without making any fuss, I did as she had said. While I sulked, Kora fastened the last button on the elegant white gown. The dress was stunning, lace detailing, an open-back design, and a fit that hugged my body in all the right places. Any other woman might have felt like a princess at this moment.

The engine cuts off, and for a heartbeat, no one moves. A hum in the distance. The faint rumble of wheels on gravel. My breath catches before I can stop. Then the door opens. And there she is. Korra steps out of the car like she owns the ground it pulls up on. She's dressed in all black, of course—clean lines, tailored fit, tactical but sleek. The sun catches on the shine of her black boots, her hair loose and wavy around her shoulders, flowing down to her back. It's glossy, thick and wild. Her tattoos peek from beneath the cuffs of her sleeves, curling down her fingers like inked armour.

Zero gave Elle a once over, "A dress on," Right. Elle was still wearing that dress from the ball and it was voluminous. "Boss, Are you here to...Train?" Korra glanced between Zero and Elle who simply yawned. "Something like that." With a nod, Korra leaped away from them till she was out of sight. They continued their walk and passed new small huts till Zero walked into one. Without another word, she peeled off every ounce of clothing from her body and wore one that was hanging from the wall in the hut. Arielle wasn't too surprised to find lots of scars on Zero's body.

In front of Kendra Colson's face, she began to draw, and within two minutes she drew an outline. "Miss Kendra, what do you think of this?" Arielle pushed her outline to Kendra Colson. Kendra Colson looked at Arielle in surprise, "Miss Arielle you designed it for us?" Arielle bent her lips, "According to your company's requirements, I think this is okay." Arielle took the paper over again and began to refine the outline. She painted a cultural-style cotton- jacket. The top is a cotton-padded jacket with a slanted front, with flowers painted on it, a loop of fur on the neckline and cuffs, and a short skirt attached below.