Ruby Lane Fear Street Costume Novels & Stories

“I understand, Luna Queen.” “Perfect. So, take out the bust a bit, and we’ll be all set.” I motion to the basic gown resting on a rack on the far side of the room, swaying in the tropical breeze filtering through the curtains. “I’ll also need a few lightweight cloaks. Beige is fine, maybe a gray one.” She looks directly at me, and the fear in her eyes makes me bite my tongue. I get it. I realize it a second too late. My mind roves back in time to being in that terrible fortress with all of those ghostly, unmoving people in their gray cloaks.

The only ones not yet ready were Skyller and Christian. " Wow, Rose, are you determined to kill someone from the heart today? " Liam sneered. " I hope I find someone worth it," I crooned. My costume consisted of a white tulle bodice encrusted with various sparkly pebbles and a tulle tutu skirt that didn't even reach halfway up my thighs. In the back I wore a pair of white wings and a halo on my head.

Short enough to be daring, long enough to be allowed on campus. The next drawer. Cashmere sweaters. Cream, charcoal, navy colors. He had erased me. Elena Vance from Ohio was gone in her place was a doll made of expensive fabric and fear. I felt a scream building in my throat, but I swallowed it down, screaming wouldn't help, I feel totally dumb and helpless, survival was the only thing that mattered to me right now. I grabbed a gray pleated skirt and a black turtleneck. I put them on quickly, my hands shaking and I pulled on a pair of thick black tights and the boots I had worn yesterday.

Blue came to his face and continued licking. “Do something, Audrey. Get this thing away from me,” Bane yelped. I did even bulge from where I stood, instead, I just watched their adorability. So far, this was so adorable. … As usual, Charlie and Sarah had dressed me up for the occasion. A part of me mourned when I saw the color they had clothed me with; an off-shoulder short black gown with few embroidery on it. I silently wondered if the people in this pack were secretly vampires. Why didn’t they wear bright colors? It couldn’t hurt, could it?

Whoever was in my way should prepare to get beaten down. The Luna’s entered with two huge men in security outfits. They were rough looking with scars on their faces. They did not look like they were here to play but I didn’t care. I would take them out without a sweat. “Are you sure this is how you want to go down Luna?” Lily stepped forward with her hands patting down her large evening gown which scraped against the floor. It’s light blue color going against the light pink of her minions. “Trust me, this won’t end well. Do you want to be beaten during your children’s induction to the pack? That would be embarrassing.”

Lily whispered, her fingers digging into the fabric of her evening gown. The dress was a masterpiece of midnight-blue velvet. It clung to her curves and flared out at the floor, making her skin look like cream against the dark fabric. She looked regal. She looked expensive. But inside, her heart was a frantic drum, beating a rhythm of pure terror.

The ghost was wearing a blue body fit short dress. Her face was full of blood and her eye bags were very dark. Her long black hair was very messy and he looked at me angrily. "Aaaaaa! Mommy!" I run to the kitchen in fear. "Mommy!" I mumbled while running. I don't know where to go and I don't know what to do. I'm trembling in fear, gosh I'm so scared. Mommy save me, oh my gosh. I think I'm going back to USA just exactly right now.

“Fear keeps people obedient.” My throat closed. Obedient. “Bring the dress,” my uncle said. “Let her see what’s waiting for her.” Footsteps approached my door. I scrambled backward, heart pounding, palms slick with sweat. My body felt heavy, sluggish, like fear had soaked into my bones. The lock rattled. Metal scraped against metal. Something slid under the door. I stared at it for a long moment before forcing myself to move. A dress. A wedding dress. My hands shook as I reached for it. The fabric was soft—too soft for someone like me. Cream-colored, delicate, beautiful in a way that made my chest ache. It smelled faintly of soap and something expensive, unfamiliar.

I finished in no time and went through the old man’s daughter’s things, I couldn't wear my stinky white gown anymore. May her soul rest in peace. I came out in a red crop top and shorts that hung on my thick thighs, “I’m ready.” I threw my head back, moving my hair to the side. “Hmm,” Thane stood up and headed for the door. “Let’s go.” I walked past the three of them on the couch, our eyes meeting each other. I specifically couldn’t tell whether they were looking at my butt, or my eyes. As soon as I got outside, I pulled out my little mask from my pocket and put it over my face. Despite everything I had bragged on, I was still scared of these monsters.

I replied, my voice cold and hard as the blade at my thigh. I wasn't wearing white. I was dressed in the deep, midnight crimson of the Blood Pack, a dress of reinforced silk and leather that hugged the curves Jackson had once called a "burden". My hair was braided back with silver wire, and on my brow sat a thin circlet of blackened iron—the mark of a Luna who had walked through hell and brought the fire back with her.