Dave Strider Cosplay Novels & Stories

*Xaveir’s POV The first thing I notice about Noah Striker when the cops drag him to the other side of the booth is that he has grown a beard. His orange jumpsuit is fitted closely to his body, he has lost weight, and his hair has grown but it is the beard that I notice because the beard makes him look like he had been when he wore the disguise of Jake.

It was obvious enough that he was the only one not moved by the music. As they got near, his eyes met with David’s. Surprise flickered over David's eyebrows before it shifted into a rigid smile. The man didn’t look particularly thrilled to see him Well, that made the two of them. If it weren’t for the deal on the table, Ollie wouldn’t have bothered to show up either. “It’s a surprise seeing you here, Ollie Kane,” David said once they’re face to face. “This doesn’t seem like your type of scene.”

Ignoring her reaction, Xaverie simply tugged on Xyrielle’s arm while saying, “Come on, let’s go see what Young Master Laidler looks like!” When they got there, they were just in time to see the tall man getting out of the car. With long hair and a thin figure, Stetson seemed to have a perpetual sharp gaze in his eyes. To be quite frank, he looked like he had just stepped out from some anime. He certainly felt like an anime character as well. After all, from what everyone could tell, looking deeper into his past would definitely be intimidating due to all his legendary experiences.

I know this cologne. I stepped aside from the person and looked up. I trembled as the bottle of water fell from my hands. Standing before me is the very devil himself wearing all black and his hair was hidden under a black beanie. His Forest-green eyes adopted a red shade. On the front of his jeans, gun projects. His boots look dirty and have a muddy stain on them. "Lando," I whispered too quietly. "Yea baby." His lips curved into a crooked smirk. How did he get in? And where is Dave?

“Show him in.” A minute later, Dave walked into the study. He was wearing a simple dark shirt and trousers; it was not his school uniform, and it made him look older. He didn’t glance at Lizzie’s eager face or Carina’s nervous one. His eyes went straight to Valour, then switched to me for like a second. “Valour. Carina,” he nodded politely. “Dave,” Valour said, forcing a painful smile. “To what do we owe this… visit?”

I went downstairs and I saw him and Dave all dressed up. Dave was wearing a blue jean and a black top paring it with a white converse. He looks hot and young, this is the first time I am seeing him dressing casually since I got here. He looks so hot, his hair was not gelled, it was left messy on his head. So he has messy hair, he doesn't even look like a dad, he looks young and single. I looked at Dave junior and he was wearing a cream trousers with black top. He wore blue shocks with black looking expensive converse, they look so cute.

“It is about power and the Moon Goddess. About claiming your place as the White Wolf. Everyone in that clearing is going to see you and they are going to understand exactly what you are.” Now I stood in front of the mirror in the pack house and barely recognized myself. My red hair had been styled in loose waves that fell past my shoulders. Someone had woven tiny white flowers through the strands. My makeup was subtle but made my hazel eyes look almost otherworldly I swear. The dress fit perfectly, hugging my curves before flowing out into a long train. I looked like a bride. It terrified me. “You look absolutely stunning,” Jax said from the doorway. I turned and found him staring at me with

We made sure that no one would recognize us tonight. This may sound absurd but Dave was in his pajamas, while I am wearing an oversized t-shirt. This was not my usual outfit when I go to this place, but for the sake of this case, I am willing to look funny. As for Dave, I knew he was uncomfortable, even though it was his idea all along. Zanaya and Arya were wearing weird clothes too. Zanaya was wearing an old skirt that reached her toes while Arya was wearing short skirts with heavy make up.

Priest Stryker Owens is one of the toughest men I’ve ever met. He and I have known each other for years. As a matter of fact, he became my mentor when I joined the Confradia and was my former CO when I was in the Seals. The bastard is as tough as nails. His real name is Decker Owens. We call him Stryker because he’s a genius strategist. He would strike at our enemies with singularly, deadly intent. The man is bigger than life, and I owe him a great deal, including my eyesight. He was the one that recommended me for the experimental eye surgery. Stryker is taller than I am, measuring six feet six inches and heavily muscled. He’s in his early forties with a short haircut and a five o’clock sha

"You look beautiful," Dave praised with admiration as he scanned Aurora's appearance from head to toe. Aurora was wearing black skinny jeans and a long-sleeved white t-shirt. Dave preferred Aurora's look with minimal makeup, her brown-blonde hair tied back in a ponytail like this. Aurora looked like a teenager, while Dave seemed more like an older brother or, more accurately, an uncle. "I might really be turning into a pedophile," Dave muttered to himself with a amused smile.