Ruby Lane Fear Street Costume Novels & Stories

She shook her head at me when I attempted to open the door. "Get dressed Ferris. Hurry! How much time do we have?" I whisper yelled but Ferris stood in her spot, her eyes filled with fear. She reached for another cloak on the seater and threw the light black material at me. "Wear this over the blue. You'll blend easily in the darkness. Hide your hair."

Stuart shut the car door and stood to the side to wait for Jepherson. Above the tunnel, Raeleigh's skirt flew about as the bleak autumn wind blew through the air and over the fallen leaves on the ground. She wore a moonlight blue, long-sleeved dress designed as a one piece shirt skirt outfit which set off her elegant temperament. Her long hair was styled into several large curls, with blond highlights dyed into her hair. A black ribbon shaped like a male's tie, similar to the one around the collar of the dress, tied up her long hair, the very image of an elf amidst the breeze.

Elena's POV The mask was a delicate, laser-cut piece of obsidian lace that felt like a spider clinging to my face with cold, spindly legs. It obscured my eyes, casting the world into a fractured, shadowy peripheral where every guest looked like a potential executioner. In the mirror, I didn’t recognize the woman staring back. The dress for tonight was a deep, blood-red velvet—a color of passion, or perhaps a color of warning. It was heavy, the skirt rustling with a low, ominous sound every time I moved, echoing the frantic, erratic throb of my heart.

I even used Leon’s favorite jasmine body wash even though it made me feel sick, because I needed to smell like his wife again, not like Julian’s mistake. My makeup next, it was light, but a flawless armor. Concealer over the faint marks on my throat, and soft red lipstick, sharp and thin enough to cut glass. I let my hair down in loose waves so it hid whatever was left of the hickeys that I was too scared to look at. As for my dress, I wore a blood-red, backless dress, with slit so high it was basically a suggestion. If I was walking into hell tonight, I was doing it looking like the fire that he wants me to be.

“That’s all your mother’s fine handiwork. She’s made costumes that make all of us look just like our heroes, didn’t she? You look just like Dorothy Gale. Your brother looks just like Lofty—.” Lily’s tinkling infectious laughter filled the room as she swept in from the hallway. “Oh my word! I didn’t think you could get anymore intimidating but I stand corrected.” Hurrying around to the front of Sarah, still rooted to her spot, she grinned. “And look at you! You’re a perfect Dorothy, right down to your shoes!” With his hands stuffed in his trouser pockets, Justin followed the red cloaked Lily into the room. For his costume, they'd created a faux fur hooded ruff that fit across the tops of his

And yet when I'd first met her, she had been a timid little waif. Tyler did a ballet pirouette that was just a little too perfect which meant that once upon a time my deadly little Angel of Death had probably taken lessons. It intrigued me and again I found myself wondering who my friends had been before coming into contact with the vampires. Her frightening outfit consisted of a floral cotton dress, cashmere sweater, white stockings, and baby doll shoes. Her black hair was stripped of all hairspray and gel and fell in soft waves behind her ears. Instead of the stark makeup she normally wore, she now donned soft little girl neutral makeup that almost seemed as if she wasn't wearing anything.

Lana was dressed in a vibrant crimson Bohemian-style maxi dress, adorned with feathers of the same hue along the hem. The square neckline complemented her flawless skin, making her look incredibly unique and eye-catching. With minimal makeup and her long hair flowing naturally, the only adornment on her face was a red spider lily placed between her brows. Despite her subtle appearance, she radiated a fiery aura that was captivating. Playfully, Lana knocked on Chris' head and teased, "Feeling quite daring today, aren't you? Flirting with someone like me, the esteemed Ms. Clark?" Chris quickly raised his hands in defense, saying, "No, no, I was just expressing my admiration, I promise."

I could see the blood drained from her face. My eyes lingered on her, Skylar is dressed in an elegant, flowing gown of deep emerald green which is the color of the pack’s symbol, with intricate gold embroidery that signifies her status as the soon-to-be Luna. Her hair is styled in loose waves, dropped down her back, and a delicate tiara rests on her head, a precursor to the crown she is soon to wear. Despite her regal appearance, her eyes betray her anxiety, and her movements are stiff with barely concealed fear which makes me happy.

My best friends burst in, arms full of fabric and excitement. “Aurora!” Selene exclaimed, chasing Xander out of the room. “Wait until you see what we've brought for you!” They unveiled a dress that took my breath away. It was a masterpiece, combining elements from various supernatural traditions. It sparkled like a vampire's skin in sunlight, while the skirt flowed like water, reminiscent of the fluidity of werewolf transformation. The dress had beautiful, fairy-like stitching around the bottom, and hidden within the fabric were magical symbols for love and safety.

Bree pressed. “And I didn’t pick a dress,” I admitted. “I froze. My wolf kept pulling toward them. The street sigils sparked every time one of them got close. It felt like someone tied threads through my bones and pulled. Then I imagined walking into your dinner dressed like a Luna, with everyone staring, and my skin tried to crawl off.” Nora squeezed my fingers. “You aren’t wrong for protecting yourself.” “You aren’t,” Lila echoed, though she pouted. “But you cannot wear warrior leggings to my party.”