Terrifier 2 Angel Warrior Costume Novels & Stories

The mask kept me safe, kept my father’s spies guessing. Then the air shifted, like a storm cloud rolling over the sun. A hush fell over the arena, the music stuttering to a stop, as a new carriage appeared at the gates—black as midnight, its sides carved with wings that glowed with an eerie, silver light. The crowd parted, their whispers dying, and my stomach twisted, the orb pulsing hot against my chest. The Angel King stepped out, his silver hair catching the lantern light like a halo, his white robes flowing like liquid starlight. His wings, massive and shimmering, were folded tight against his back, but they seemed to hum with a power that made the air crackle. Nobody had expected him. N

Rubble tumbled, men screamed, and the courtyard’s survivors scattered in terror. Nyra’s eyes blazed. “Hold... ” A white light split the sky. Wings of silver and gold unfurled above the Citadel’s walls, casting a halo of brilliance that banished the smoke. Every sword froze. Every heart skipped. The angel descended, massive, radiant, strides measured as though the earth itself bowed beneath him. He touched down in the center of the courtyard, unharmed by debris, unblinking in starlit dawn. His armor shimmered with celestial runes; a halo of living light circled his brow. He carried no weapon, yet his presence was a storm waiting to break.

ELORA I stared at my reflection in the mirror. These were clothes tailor-made for me from the richest fabrics in all of Stormrider. Yet, it felt completely out of place. I felt out of place. My new warrior attire was rich and properly fitted to make me look…simply amazing. It was a dark steel-blue tunic, fastened at the waist with a silver embroidered belt shaped like wolves’ fangs, high leather boots hugging my calves, and a cloak the color of moonless skies.

Angel bit her lip nervously as she walked out of her room. She told herself that she didn't need to think about how Xander would react to her appearance tonight. She didn't dress up for him. She did it for herself. "I'm ready. We can leave now.” Xander looked away from his phone screen as Angel's sweet voice floated around his ears. He gaped at Angel in her new look. Her new hair framed her face perfectly. The halter-neck dress she wore hugged her collarbone, highlighting her perky breasts. The best part of all was her matte red lip. It really fit her image as a bold woman.

She was a coward and I couldn't wait to beat her face up into a bloody pulp. "AND CHALLENGING OUR QUEEN IS ANGEL!" -My replacement. I took off my signature jacket and threw it into the crowd as I always did, except now, whilst my eyes didn't leave Angel's. This left me with my stepbrother's hoodie now. I had been fighting with it on all night and it was stained with so much blood and sweat but there was still some blood I wanted on the hoodie before I washed it tomorrow. Hers.

I say to whoever cares to hear. “Todd will not mind! He’s handing the card over to you for a reason.” Leslie calls to me and then she gasps. “Oh my goodness! Bun, you have to see this!” Rosalie exclaims, stepping out. I move toward her and so does Amanda, clutching a bright leopard pantsuit in her hands. “Wow!” Amanda says admiringly at the costume Rosalie is holding up. It’s a pretty white angel costume, short with frilly ends, and a lacy white pantyhose to accompany it. Angel wings are carved into the corseted top part, adorned with silver stones. It is breathtaking.

At least, that was the hope. After a quick shower—not quite the same as a waterfall—Angel donned a set of new undergarments. She made sure to wear a bra this time and chose a pair of white capri pants—made in China, not Capri, which made no sense—a silky, Mediterranean blue, flouncy, half-halter top, and a pair of matching sandals. How much more fun it was to wear a full set of Human clothes than just the tops she normally wore. Maybe she ought to think about pajamas. Once dressed, Angel headed up the stone path to Logan’s lanai where another set of problems awaited her.

She pointed at the massive operating table in the lab, shouting excitedly, "Take a look! My masterpiece! Tyrant Angel!" "Tyrant Angel?" Jake followed her gesture, and his pupils constricted slightly. The Tyrant, once a hulking mass of a zombie, now looked even more grotesque and terrifying. Its back now bore a pair of massive, rotting flesh wings. Those wings had come from a Harpy captured earlier, the blood vessels still pulsing visibly, as if they'd fully fused into the Tyrant's body. "Grrr..." The Tyrant Angel let out a low growl, its wings suddenly spreading wide, kicking up a burst of wind — and it actually hovered in midair inside the cage!

Power bursts forth from each seal until it sails off and searches for its masters. As soon as the power clears, my sisters appear before me. Each one is wearing angelic armor that is similar to mine. The armor covers them from head to toe. Their helmets have angelic wings molded on the sides and half-masks shaped like a dove's face. The only thing you can see is their glowing eyes and the bottom half of their faces. However, I don’t need to see their faces to know what their human exteriors look like. I know that War has hone-colored eyes, Death has scarlet-colored hair, and Pestilence’s eyes are two different colors.

The girl exclaimed, visibly petrified. “Damn it!” Angel said as she released a sky full of petals. Since she had received her mother’s Goddess of Nature legacy, her special powers were more in touch with nature. Each and every one of these petals she made was a deadly weapon. Suddenly, a voice shrieked loudly. “Summer! Be careful!” ‘Summer?’ Angel turned her head and was met with a horrific sight. Summer was surrounded by four Iron Demons at the time. They used their swords to set up a sword formation, trapping Summer entirely. These swords were radiating law power too. Hence there really was no way out of that.