Jayden Apocalypse Costume Novels & Stories

‎ ‎An hour later, we stood by the camp exit. ‎ ‎We looked... different. ‎ ‎Rhea had raided the "Human Donations" bin, clothes scavenged from the city dumpsters or stolen from clotheslines. ‎ ‎Kaelen wore dark jeans and a black hoodie that hid his face. Vexa wore a long trench coat to conceal her sling and her weapons. Jinx looked like a normal, scruffy street kid in a beanie cap. ‎ ‎And I wore a simple black dress and boots, my hair loose to cover the Mating Mark on my neck.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Natasha’s eyes widened immediately. The words caught her completely off guard. Aaron said it so naturally too, like it was the simplest thing in the world. A faint heat spread across Natasha’s cheeks before she could stop it. She smiled softly and stepped aside. “Good morning.” Aaron walked inside. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored gray suit that fit him almost too well. Even after the collapse of civilization, Aaron still carried himself like the world had never truly fallen apart. In one hand, he carried several shopping bags. Beside him were two medium-sized suitcases. The apartment instantly felt smaller with him inside it.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

She was wearing a camouflage poncho that was three sizes too big, and she had wrapped her pink laptop in layers of lead foil and bubble wrap. "If my baby dies," Haley muttered, clutching the laptop to her chest, "I am suing the jungle." Then, Ben waddled in. Silence fell over the hangar. Ben Carter was wearing... a suit. A mechanical, bulky, plastic-looking suit that resembled a cross between a deep-sea diving rig and a knock-off Iron Man costume painted camouflage green. It had solar panels on the shoulders, a water filtration tube near the mouth, and countless pouches.

“Don't let them touch you.” Jayden, for his part, was like an exploding volcano. His eyes, filled with a fury that made me tremble, fixed on the hooded figures. His body was surrounded by a fire that was not a normal color but a bright blue, a blue that made me feel that he was a force of nature. “Don't come any closer!” He shouted a warning.

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

He said, and with that, departed from the room. Lydia's dress arrived twenty minutes after Jayden left while she was stepping out of the bathroom, where she had gone to take a quick shower. Ingrid helped her dress up faster, and ten minutes before the one hour given, Lydia descended the stairs in a simple sundress that stopped above her knee and a pair of three-inch platform heels that accommodated her feet and gave her balance. Jayden was already waiting for her, and he wore a white polo and khaki trousers. This was her first time seeing him in a casual outfit, and they looked just as good as his formal ones.

* No signature marked the bottom, but the emblem of a serpent entwined within a crescent moon burned into the corner told her everything she needed to know—Jaiden. --- When Tristan finally returned, the sight of him set her heart aflame; he stood shirtless, droplets of morning dew glistening on his toned skin, tension radiating from him like heat from a fire. Autumn, however, was already clad in her battle attire: form-fitting black jeans that hugged her curves, sturdy combat boots, and a loose off-shoulder top that billowed softly. Her eyes sparkled with determination, their sharpness mirroring the fierce energy that radiated from her aura.

Ava said as she sauntered over to Aiden but noticed Jasper was following right behind her. "Jasper?" She paused. "I'd like to meet this neighbor of yours." He said without any trace of emotion in his voice. Aiden must've noticed them talking as he stepped out of the black Corolla looking like the Greek God he was. He was donning a black leather jacket, white shirt, and black cargo pants with big black boots. His hair was up in a bun and she noticed a chain around his neck that dangled on his upper chest.

“Mom! Where’s my black jacket? The one with the hood?” “Who wants to know?” “Me, Jacob! Ashley has his!” “You never wear it, so I hung it in the basement!” “Shit.” “What did you say?” “I said, dang it.” “Uh-huh.” Ashley got his leather jacket, a tight white T-shirt, and blues jeans he could roll up the cuffs on and a pair of black motorcycle boots. This would be his 1950's street-tough costume. Jacob wanted his black hooded jacket to dress up as a serial killer with a ghost face mask and a huge plastic butcher knife. Both had torn their room to pieces trying to find everything.