Starfire Rave Outfit Novels & Stories

Brice was standing next to my table, wearing a lavender shirt with a purple tie. I had noticed earlier that Starla’s dress was purple. I had absently wondered if that was the color I’d see if she was part of my pack. Raven’s eyes are violet, so I have a shade of purple already in the river, but the color Starla was wearing was different. It was the sort of purple one associates with royalty. And Brice, standing there looking at me expectantly, wearing a similar shade, looked more like a prince than I had ever seen him look like one before.

"Shotgun! I call shotgun!" Tank was bouncing around the lobby, which was no longer the serene boardroom. To match the night's mood, Ren had purchased a "Garage" skin for the lobby. The walls were covered in neon graffiti, oil drums burned with digital fire, and the air echoed with the sound of revving engines. Tank was wearing a new skin: "The Road Warrior." It was aggressive and loud—spiked shoulder pads, a mohawk made of holographic flames, and a leather jacket that said BORN TO FRAG on the back.

Rafe “Ahh, here she comes,” at Melanie’s words, my eyes darted through the crowd looking for Raven. It takes only a moment for the crowd to part, and there she is. I want to laugh, but I hold it in. Only Raven would wear the color of her namesake. White or pastel colors are traditional for mating ceremonies, like my white suit, but I chose to add a black tie in honor of my mate, which I’m pleased to see, goes well with her black lace dress and the white shawl she’s added.

There are also bottles of Bacardi and Vodka, fresh lemons, and ice cubes in a stainless container. We’re all wearing the theme outfit. Aster wore a dark gray sleeveless satin set that was paired with plain pants. Indeed, I'm not the only one looking sexy here tonight. We all know that girls are fascinating and captivating! This doesn’t feel like an ordinary sleepover. Next to Aster is Kaelyn, who’s wearing a contrast lace lapel-neck satin blouse and trousers PJ set. Only one button is fastened, so her stomach is visible—and she’s quite the mover.

Just stars, and us, and the low embers from a mesquite fire that refuses to die. We’re in a loose circle again, but this time nobody’s lying down. We’re standing. Shoulder to shoulder. Seras in full Armor of Inferno, helmet off, space buns glowing soft gold. Lucian half-shifted (wings out, eyes electric). Kayo with all nine tails fanned like a battle standard. Rowan in the center, sleeves rolled up, chalk and blood on his fingers from the final circle he just drew around all of us. Remy beside me, braids loose, wearing the black tank I stole from him sophomore year and never gave back.

But she did have an odd aura. Selene stood before me, clad in the section 5 Army uniform, a garment renowned for its lightweight and form-fitting design. The fabric seemed to seamlessly conform to her body, almost as if it were a second skin. I remembered hearing that when you shift, it feels like you're naked due to the liberating sensation the fabric provides. It's a beautiful design that ensures comfort and flexibility during shifts. Plus, it magically reappears on your body when you shift back—a practical detail that minimizes the risk of being caught naked.

Today was the day I was supposed to join the training. I pushed aside the soft, delicate dresses that Jay liked me to wear, and I reached for the boldest, most commanding attire that I had, a warrior set that was made especially for a Luna—it was sleek, it was imposing, and it was made for battle. The dark material, a combination of leather and light armor plating, was embroidered with intricate designs that featured gold and silver, all signs of power and dominance. The attire fit me to perfection, hugging my physique not to highlight its beauty but its power, which was something that Jay hated.

No one even thought about suggesting a veil, and she was grateful, but she did have a small tiara sitting on top of her head. The dress was an ivory satin halter with a low cut back. The skirt was straight and had a slit going all the way to her waist. When she moved, the slit opened and revealed a lace ombre rainbow. She had feared that she would be put in heels. Instead, she wore a pair of ivory Doc Martin’s with rainbow laces. The door behind her opened and Riffraff stepped in and closed the door behind him. He wore black jeans, an ivory shirt, his cut and motorcycle boots. He smiled at her as his eyes swept over her. Quickly he walked over and wrapped his arms around her.

She felt panic start to rise as she realized what this could mean. Is the prince really interested in her? Her thoughts were racing at a thousand miles per hour. She accepted the offer and closed the door. Taking a deep breath, she walked back over to her bed, sitting down cross-legged. What was she supposed to wear? She looked at her few choices which included the outfit she was currently wearing, and two others. One if which beino night wear. Seeing the night wear wasn't a good option it was between the first two. The first was a simple brown dress. The second was a pair of old jeans and a band shirt.

When we arrived two days ago, leaving only a few people behind in Silverhide to make sure the animals are tended to in our absence, the wide, open space had been nothing but rolling plains. Now, it’s a city of canvas tents and twinkling lights, the air spiced with smoke and the smells of meals being cooked at each fire. Songs mingle as I walk through the festival with Aviva on my arm. I’m wearing a normal outfit. Well, not normal, actually. Mom forced me into a suit and tie with the Crescent Falls royal banner and all of my metals from my years as a warrior draped over my shoulders. Aviva is wearing that white, fur-lined dress again and a pair of new sheep-skin boots Freya and Mercy made for