Trollhunters Costumes Novels & Stories

The black fabric blended seamlessly with his dark fur, rendering him nearly invisible in the shadows. Tara was nearby, similarly clad in a sleek black outfit. Her movements were quick and precise as she strapped on her gear. She pulled the hood over her head, tucking in her hair to ensure nothing would catch or snag. Like Claud, her outfit covered her completely, with only her sharp, keen eyes visible. She tested the fit of her gloves, flexing her fingers and making minor adjustments to her mask.

"Okay. I'll say it tomorrow anyways..." Wednesday, the day after was cute. I dressed as Pocahontas. I know. I know.. but she's my favorite Disney character ever. When I asked Ogi what was is costume he answered... "Jacob Black from twilight... I got the hair down and this coat is similar to his." I laugh so hard. It was like him but with his hair loose. What? No effort! Cole Cook was dressed as Thor. A slimmer Thor. Hunter was hilarious as Joker and Britney as Harley Quinn. Cliché but okay...

Though that's fun, since we get to see the taste of fashion in everyone else. Hala like me has a certain tendency toward rare substance adornment, and keeps her pearl earrings on and a marching hair clasp with the matching shine and color. She has on a simple T-shirt and shorts like me, and also matched by Syl, Lu, and Keito. Thames has on a T-shirt too, but has a 4 shirt over it. Of course of differing colors and sizes, though same general clothing article. Though, Morgan, Tula, and Machiv's clothing though diverge from us, and they actually have on collared shirts, not that's anything bad, of course.

so did she. And it was easy to see why. Even though she had clothing on, numerous guys had stopped to openly stare at her radiant beauty. Her costume was simple, yet elegant, and she pulled it off wonderfully. She also was on the receiving end of some jealous glares that seemed to say, why didn’t I think of that? But to her credit, she ignored them and just focused on their fruitless searching. Finally, they found Tres hanging out with a pack of Vulcanites. Of Course. Their bespectacled friend was dressed as a Warcraft character with horns and an axe and he had a drink in hand.

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.

I said trying to quickly distract him from coming to the inevitable realization of the situation. He immediately glanced over my shoulder at what I was trying to hide. It felt like he was a stressed-out parent who happened to stumble upon a disobedient child’s mess. Now that we weren’t standing so close; I could see he was dressed in what seemed to be an alien warrior costume made up completely of some type of rose gold armor with matching gauntlets, spartan style armor vest, and black and rose gold futuristic combat pants and boots with straps that had some cool light effects that made it look like they were glowing. He even had a mask that looked like a cross between a clear high-tech face

Not to mention what they were wearing! While the rest of their rebellion were wearing tatty clothes that were either too big or too small, they were tarnished with mud and rips, but the five people at the front were wearing new, clean trainers with dark jeans and T-shirts… I mean who wears new trainers and Jeans to a fricking battle I scoffed in my head. They all stood sizing us up when a man who I believe must be Zara’s Uncle Rick, spoke up looking too fucking smug for my liking. ”Well, well, well, you must be Layton?”

He was her Hunter and now the seventh member of the council. In Sharra he always wore the common dress, which was brown or black trousers made of soft, breathable material, boots that went to his knees, a long-sleeved linen shirt and a leather vest. Tonight he had on jeans and a tight white tee shirt, which said he was just another teenager. Even though I knew he was older, born in the nineteen sixties, he was still gorgeous. If I hadn't been nervous about him being at my house, I would've been impressed.

“We are close to finding the truth.” “Are you that happy?” Elijah lifted a small smile when Shadow’s cheekbone lifted. Although Shadow didn’t take part in the brawl, she was wearing her sleeveless knee-length coat attached with a hoodie painted with a yellow and red snarl falcon logo at the back. Plus with the creepy smiling mask on the face. The majority of them didn’t know Shadow’s face and only the trusted members had the privilege to have seen one. “We are near the end. The useless territory dispute will end soon.”

Once I applied the foundation, she could almost pass for a completely normal person at first glance. "They're actually covered!" she exclaimed, touching her lips in amazement. "The previous makeup artists never managed to do this." I smiled. "This is special effects makeup. Not many people know how to do it." She pointed at her neck. "Make sure to cover the livor mortis marks here too, please." I complied. Noticing her slightly flat nose, I added contour and highlight, instantly giving her face a more defined look. Finally, I chose a soft, glossy peach-pink lip tint. It made her look like an innocent, pure young woman. The contrast would make her terrifying grin all the more shocking when sh