Cosmo Cosplay Novels & Stories

Celeste Valentina Morau and Remy Tsatoke waited in the corridor—dressed for the dance. Celeste wore a floor-length black gown with crimson velvet accents—silver fang embroidery along the neckline, twin platinum tails high and playful, Lakeside Rams hoodie swapped for elegance. She looked sixteen but radiated Daywalker power—sunlight and lightning in human form. Remy stood beside her—black suit with crimson tie, silver beads in his braided hair, fang wristband matching the group’s. Coyote grin lazy, eyes gold-ringed storm-gray. Celeste smiled—small, knowing.

Alyia's POV. "These clothes aren't matched for what I will do today! For God's sake, Cosmos?! A cocktail dress? High heels? I have so many tapings and shoots that I have to attend to and you'll tell me that you bought these?", I said as I massage my head because these clothes in front of me is giving me a headache. "I just pulled anything that I laid my eyes on your closet, ma'am.", Cosmos said while bowing his head.

They were all motionless, waiting. I saw Cosmo standing behind me, with his Creations behind him. His rainbow eyes were staring straight into my soul. He wore a soft, dark- green hoodie and plain, faded black longs. Even his shoes were plain, black sneakers. Nothing about him or the other Soul Stealers stood out against the background. They were simple and forgettable. “You are seeing this too, right?” I muttered to Venin. “They aren’t bleeding” Venin pondered, then looked to me in amusement “you didn’t kill them, after all.”

She suddenly felt restless, so Lydia increased her pace to go deeper into the forest, following the sounds. When she arrived, she saw her mother was standing in front of a white-haired omega with strange spheres hovering around him. ‘Who’s that omega?’ she was cringing to see Noah’s weird hybrid look. ‘Why does he look like a cheesy cosplayer I see so often in comic-con?’ Lydia tried to figure out what anime character’s role that Noah played, ‘if you wanna do a cosplay, at least do it with style, not just putting on some random white-wig and calling yourself an anime character!’

I snapped. But she didn’t shrink. She didn’t do what ninety percent of candidates did when I barked. Instead, she stepped further into the room, each footsteps she took felt sure and deliberate. When she walked toward the overhead light, it brushed her shape, outlining her in a faint halo my brain couldn’t yet interpret fully. “I’m Aria Carter,” she said simply. Jonah’s brow shot up. “So it’s true, you’ve decided to join us?!” He said excitedly.

said him while helping me tie the strapless strap on my back, then he stroked my back seductively. "Tell me, why Romeo and Juliet?" He asked the role we chose. The party we are going to is a cosplay party with select roles from all of William Shakespeare's works. Right now, we dress up like Romeo and Juliet. A long, fluffy blue dress with a low chest, was already on the sofa. Ozgur looked at my upper breasts that were sticking out from within the strappless, his eyes were closed with passion, as if he had forgotten the question he had just asked.

"I'll say. They're going to a club full of weird teenagers right now." "What do you mean a club with weird teenagers?" "Yeah, they go to a club that requires every visitor to wear certain clothes that can disguise their identity." "Ah, you mean the cosplayer club?" said Randall. "What is a close-player club?" Jace frowned even more. Mike and Randall looked at each other like idiots when they heard Jace's question. Rain was standing in front of the club entrance in a Princess Jasmine outfit that was transparent in some parts. Beside her was Benjamin, wearing a pirate costume with a blindfold.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i