Ciel Phantomhive Cosplay Novels & Stories

I complained, hands on my hips. Seven and Seleira were down in the field handling the rest of the she-wolves, while we were up on this hill doing backflips. It felt absurd. Zayn smirked. “I promise, it’s not a joke. Trust me, this is essential training.” “Essential? Really? Because it feels more like a circus act!” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “Hey, if you wanted to be a clown, you could’ve just said so,” he teased, crossing his arms. “But seriously, you’ll thank me later.”

The black couch blends perfectly, accentuated by the dark drapes, the black rug, and the black coffee table in the centre. “You see life in colors,” I murmur, taking a small sip and letting the heat burn my throat. “But that won’t get you the survival you want.” "I am not searching for survival," she shoots back, but I know as much as she does that that is a lie. Her limbs quiver as she moves towards the wall on one side. Maya is scared, but she has grown so used to hiding every bit of emotion that the last thing on her mind is letting me through the walls she has erected.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

She didn't waiver as she reached my Luna, I followed behind trying to be as small as possible so maybe she wouldn't be as angry with me. "Luna Cathy of the dark woods pack I would like to make a request of you if I may. My name is Clarissa, I am from the Blue Moon pack and I know my pack will be joining you later this evening but I was speaking with Rouge here at school and I was wondering if it is okay if I help make her presentable for the meeting of my pack later? I wont be in your way and I have some clothes and makeup in my car that would work amazing on her and I'm sure my Alpha would love to hear you allowed me to help her since she is a potiental member of our pack." Clarissa spoke s

The outfits look pretty good and decent, but the real head looker was my makeup. Despite my normal attire, my makeup makes you want to question your taste. My eyelid was covered in pink and glittery eyes shadow and paired with peacock eyelashes and very very dark eyeliner. My lips were also purple with lots and lots of glitter, and my blush was so red that it makes me look like one of those Asian dolls. As Felisha, I also wore my pink wig.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

Celeste By the time I'm done with my makeup, I feel like danger. A femme fatale that isn’t to be messed with. My face is caked in foundation, the skin around my eyes a lot darker than they used to be. My lips are blood red, contrasting sharply with my black hair. I twirl in front of the mirror, and only then did I realise that this makeup looks too familiar. It reminds me of Valerie. This is the exact look she went with on Alpha Kai’s welcome party into the council. I know because I had photographed her to send to Vivienne.

Cosplay Theme: The Dark Swordsman. "You look cool," Harper laughed. She was dressed as a Cyber-Valkyrie (silver armor, neon wings). It hid her real weapons perfectly. "Blend in, Sebastian. Everyone here is wearing a costume. If we dress like normal civilians, the facial recognition will flag us instantly. The algorithms ignore 'fictional characters'." Jack walked behind them. He refused to wear a costume. Instead, he was carrying a massive, life-sized plushie of a Pikachu-like creature. "It shields my heat signature," Jack grumbled, hugging the yellow monstrosity. "Don't ask."

I budged but it didn't do anything. "You are not going there without a plan. We don't even know what she looks like." He said. He does have a point, going there without a plan is suicide. "You don't need to do this." The young boy said. "Kid, the princess of the clan is as important as an elder. The princess keeps the balance of each clan, you guys need her." Zale explained. Zale is smart, good-looking, a little bit innocent, and is kind. Thank goodness he is like this because I have no patience to explain these kinds of things. He is also explaining to the children that I am in a bad mood because of the story they told us. "Anyways, do you kids know what she looks like? Or what her name is?

Faced with the Martello Celio's hammering, he directly stretched out his phantasm, and the phantom of a large hand appeared in mid-air, wrapping itself fiercely around the hammer. "Yaa—" Jade let out a delicate cry as her body transformed in mid-air. The Martello Celio swung higher, and with her waist bent like a big bow, her entire body displayed incredible flexibility and explosive power. At that point, a dark golden pattern appeared on every side of Martello Celio, like some strange totem. Even Jade didn't notice that she had an identical totem at her brow. The Martello Celio's speed increased instantly. "That's...What is it?"