Starfire Outfits Novels & Stories

Yuri's dress: metallic silver damask. My dress: shimmering midnight furs. The Blue Star. The Silver Star. The Black Star. The colors the Beast that had been tormenting me in my visions and onto my canvas spoke of. We were the stars.

Time did not flow in the Starry Realm; it pooled like liquid glass. Ten years in the mortal world amounted to nothing more than a few ripples across the surface of the Starry Lake. Seraphina sat cross-legged upon a crystalline stone that hovered inches above the water. Her transformation was complete. She wore a gown woven from the fabric of the night sky itself, constellations shifting along her sleeves with every movement. Her hair, a cascade of liquid starlight, floated gently in the zero-gravity aura of her sanctuary.

We change from the outpost fatigues to three red stripes and one officer's uniform. "The idea is for you to appear human," she says as she walks around each of us once we're dressed in the Federation gear. "It would help if you shrank six inches, lost fifty pounds, and took the scowls off your faces." Alden snickers. He's not accustomed to Marinah's battle humor.

This hairdo made her feel bad-ass and battle-prepared. Marigold sauntered in, and the feral wolves parted at the far end of the arena to let her pass. She had changed into a flare-red dress; the skirt flowed out in an asymmetrical waterfall with the hem higher in the front. Marigold wore white legging underneath with high tanned laced-up leather boots. If Nueva had gotten the memo, she would have worn her Fay body armour dress to match this fairy tale outfit. "I don't want to fight you!" Nueva called out over the loud cheers for the Rogue's heroine.

But when I went to see my parents, they were picking out a wedding dress for Autumn. Mom was beaming with a soft smile, pointing at a diamond-covered gown. "This one’s $300,000, but the design is stunning. Autie will look like a princess in it." Dad nodded beside her, sounding generous as he said, "Autie’s dowry can’t be shabby. Why don’t we transfer Gingy’s company and villa to her name? It’ll make a good impression on the Cordons too." I stood frozen at the doorway, feeling like someone had squeezed my heart hard enough to stop my breath.

“Because I do not intend to.” I stood and went to the wardrobe. My dresses hung in neat rows, fabrics in soft colors that once made sense for a Luna. Today they looked ridiculous. I pushed past them and reached for the darker section: the clothes I wore when I was running, fighting, bleeding. Black cargo pants. A fitted top that allowed movement. A leather jacket reinforced at the shoulders with light armor plates. Contemporary war, not some pretty fantasy ball.

She stood straight, watching her reflection in the mirror as her sewing assistant finished adjusting the shoulder straps of her black shirt. There was a lot of serenity in her expression, even if her ever so impetuous brown eyes were still there. Karila Aistarabaw held out her arms wide, feeling the gloved woman's delicate hands tugging at the last remnants of fabric so that the shirt completely covered the waistcoat she wore underneath her clothes.

Too bad, I had to waste it on this party. I numbly walked down the stairs and back down outside to the white Lamborghini truck that stood waiting. When I opened the door, Star was already in the backseat, on her phone. She wore a simple champagne-colored dress and heels as well, a designer Lucian had delivered to her a few months ago. Her hair cascaded all over her shoulders beautifully, in contrast to the dress. On seeing her, I forced a smile onto my face, to stop her from being too worried.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts and tossed my hair into a giant messy bun before I rushed out to see Val coming back into the room showered and in a big bath towel … “ Ready to see your night attire?” I nodded eagerly as she ushered me into the dressing room. “Tadaaa!!!!” Hanging on the wall in front of me was a high-cut body suit and a pair of baggy cargo pants… The pant was army green just like the soldier uniform and the body suit was black. I love the combination and it was perfect for the bonfire. Val had thought of everything. “ Val, this is breathtaking. I love it. When did you get it.”

He was dressed as a fiery phoenix, his costume a dazzling array of orange and red feathers, with wings attached to his arms that shimmered and shined under the lights. Storm and Rain joined in, twirling me around in a dizzying circle of color and music. Storm was dressed as a majestic storm god, his costume a powerful combination of dark blues and grays, with lightning bolts embroidered on his hooded cloak and a crown of thunderbolts on his head. Rain, on the other hand, was dressed as a mysterious and elusive rain spirit, his costume a shimmering array of blues and greens, with water droplets embroidered on his sleeves and a crown of mist on his head.