Starfire Titans Costume Novels & Stories

Cory was suddenly struck by an idea. Titan, your Axe! Its ten thousand fold strike! Use it! It’s time to use the Fire Weapons. We’re at the end, said Cory, feeling a sense of foreboding as she said the word “end”. The end of the quest, I mean, she clarified. The Beta Wolf lay down to make it easier for Sprout to slide down from his back. The minute man landed in the snow with a soft plop. Cory watched Sprout shake the snow off of him as he righted himself. Titan shifted. In a few seconds, his fur vanished to reveal smooth skin and his bones rearranged themselves. Cory shut her eyes and held out his bundle of clothes to him. She was carrying the few belongings they had salvaged from the tent

'This is why I go around this place. A female voice came from the trees. "I'm sorry I didn't greet you sooner Death." Titania's voice seemed to flow around the group. "I'm on a mission. I'll talk with you when I come back through." Death sighed. 'Liar.' Lucifer thought. Titania leapt from the trees and floated softly before touching the ground. Titania was equal in height with Lucifer. Her silky black hair, tinged with green seemed to match the verdant area. Her skin was radiant with its light tone and smoothness. Her low cut green dress and large chest seemed to move with every word. Her emerald eyes darted between the various members of the team.

"Alright, alright." The Titans attempting to disable the nuclear warhead were also growing smarter, leaping into the air at strange angles to try and get a lucky shot past our shields. With half my shield gone I had to rotate my Sentinel's body to catch the bullets, shells, or plasma before anything embedded itself into my partially exposed cockpit. I took a moment to get a good look at what I was facing. One Titan, identical to the one we'd destroyed, sported four railguns, each barrel the size of a bus. It hung to the rear of the group, giving cover fire and trying to sneak shots past my Sentinel's shield.

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.

* No signature marked the bottom, but the emblem of a serpent entwined within a crescent moon burned into the corner told her everything she needed to know—Jaiden. --- When Tristan finally returned, the sight of him set her heart aflame; he stood shirtless, droplets of morning dew glistening on his toned skin, tension radiating from him like heat from a fire. Autumn, however, was already clad in her battle attire: form-fitting black jeans that hugged her curves, sturdy combat boots, and a loose off-shoulder top that billowed softly. Her eyes sparkled with determination, their sharpness mirroring the fierce energy that radiated from her aura.

"About time, boss." The voice boomed like thunder. Tank was already there, doing one-armed pushups in his massive power armor. The avatar was a seven-foot hulk of industrial yellow plating, hazard stripes, and hydraulic pistons. One arm ended in a five-fingered manipulator; the other was a rotary minigun barrel that spun idly. "I have a pregnant girlfriend, Tank," Ren said, his voice modulated by the system to a deep, distorted rasp. "I have a schedule."

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.