Starfire Costume Novels & Stories

In less than half a day, Severin's portrait became the talk of the entire Starry Sky Battlespace. On a large and life-rich planet deep within the cosmic expanse sat a level seven paragon. He was a young man dressed in a silver robe. Cloud patterns made of golden silk were embroidered on the silver robes. He had just withdrawn his divine senses from the jade slip on his waist.

Steam vented from the hydraulic pipes, creating a thick mist on the concrete floor. Jackson Sterling stepped out of the lead vehicle. He wasn't wearing a tuxedo or a tactical vest today. He was wearing a form-fitting, pressurized flight suit made of dark carbon-fiber mesh. It looked like armor from the future. "Showtime," Jackson whispered. As the mist cleared, the beast inside the hangar was revealed. It wasn't a standard NASA rocket. It was a predator. The Black Star. A sleek, triangular spacecraft, painted matte black to absorb radar waves and starlight. It didn't look like it was built by human hands; it looked like it was carved from obsidian.

Justin laughed. “And with you,” I chuckled, hanging up. “Justin still freaking out?” Forrest asked where he was sitting on the floor already in his costume, minus the Darth Vader helmet. “Yep. Justin needs anxiety medication,” I sighed, walking over, leaning on the back of the sofa to watch the progress. Hikari was already racing around in his little Luke Skywalker costume, making swishing sounds as he swung his lightsaber. Ryū was in baby Yoda costume: green knitted booties, a brown knitted robe with matching diaper cover, a green long sleeve sleeper to keep him warm, and a green knitted cap to look like Yoda wears covered his dark locks.

skin. It was ridiculous. It was glorious. The armor was polished gold with glowing blue runic etchings. Massive pauldrons shaped like lion heads sat on his shoulders, breathing digital steam. Every time he moved, little sparkles of light trailed behind him like fairy dust. "You look like a disco ball had a baby with a tank," Jinx laughed. She was sitting on the edge of the holographic table, her avatar swinging its legs. She was wearing her new "Shadow-Stalker" set—sleek, violet leather with a hood that trailed smoke and a mask that displayed a shifting 8-bit emote. Currently, it was a xD face.

“Star, you’ve been here for a week. We don’t know your real name and we haven’t been able to get any bloodwork to make sure that your body is healing from the drugs in your system. I’m worried about you.” After several moments, Star leans forward and grabs the bag. To my extreme relief, she starts to get dressed. I look up to see that she’s basically swallowed in the clothes that I gave her and something about the fact that she’s in one of my old Arcadia U sweatshirts makes my wolf preen. I’m so engrossed in just looking at her in my clothing that I don’t catch what she says at first. “What?” “Ciara. My name’s Ciara.”

"And you two were trying to make more? You already have your hands full. Here let me help you." By the end of the morning, we have them all categorized and named. Phaera, Jana, Azar, Aalia, Kaien, Eedana, Nova, and Nox. All of them are children of the stars and not a matching set of abilities between them. Phaedra is a universal dragon, or so we think, and Kaien is a mixture of starfire and earth--like a comet. Jana is a sun dragon, so we named her for her grandmother and Eedana is another plasma dragon like her cousin Ursa. Aalia is our little phoenix.

Ignoring their formalities, I pushed open the door without hesitation. "Star, I—" My words faltered as I took in the sight before me. Astraea stood before me, in the midst of dressing herself. But what caught my attention wasn't her attire—it was the bandages that covered her body, like a second skin. It dawned on me then why she had been wearing long sleeves and high-necked dresses ever since we returned from Toron. “Orion, I'm dressing,” she stated calmly, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of weariness and determination.

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.

She slipped off her shoes and walked over to find her grandmother happily flipping through a letter in her hands. "Grandma, what are you looking at?" she asked curiously, moving closer. "Last time we went to the costume shop and dressed up, remember? They just sent over the prints from that photoshoot," her grandmother said, handing Stellar the envelope. "Look how beautifully they turned out!" Stellar began flipping through the photos one by one. But when she reached a particular shot, her fingers paused, and her expression shifted. It was a photo of her and Stephen. She wore a deep crimson velvet gown, embroidered with a soaring gold crest across the bodice. Delicate pearls lined the should

My fetus and I have only one chance together. Looking up, I saw that the hall door was slightly still ajar as I approached it. My heart was racing, so I decided to take a quick look inside. My dearest friend Vivian was on the raised platform as I peered inside. Her presence in the hallway had escaped my attention due to my intense agony. Suddenly, she was standing there, her body covered in silk, her brown hair pulled up in a majestic braid, her stunning face glistening in the lights. It was a hairdo that only Luna from Wildfire Pack could pull off, and I knew it would be considered treason for any other individual to wear. As half of my hair to my head was also scorched and it looked absurd