Novel & Cerita Modern Vampire Costume Male

Klein Markov bellowed and the guards followed begrudgingly. “Goddess,” I whispered, watching the dark-haired rogue wave his hands and the soldiers scattering with his motion. He was back in his usual brown trench coat with thick ivory fur in its shoulders and dark pants that emphasized the lithe muscles of his thighs and calf. He was handsome no doubt…in a vampire-reaper sort of way. “Don't just stand around there slacking off bozo! Move it! We're burning daylight!” Markov screeched, jabbing his finger in a guard’s face before the guard moseyed off, scowling.

(PRIMROSE POV) I stared at myself without emotion in the mirror wearing my black costume again as a vampire. My black long sleeve dress covering my white skin reaches below my knees with my black boots on. Over it is my black cloak with its huge hood that can cover my whole face.

I shrugged. “How fortunate for me.” He smiled, slipping into the chair. He was dressed better than most of the people here. I doubted he was a student dressed in a slim fit two-tone wine red and charcoal gray dress shirt and charcoal dress slacks that highlighted a trim but toned physique, black wingtip shoes, and a watch that likely cost over a thousand. He had style, and how he carried himself exuded confidence and sex appeal. I worried I was falling into a vampire’s trap for a moment, but as he set his glass of scotch down, our hands brushed, and I knew he wasn’t a vampire.

Mavery said. “You’ve seen this, my Mave,” the little one said. The surprises kept coming. This little one knew of Mavery’s future visions. Not something he thought anyone besides him and his own knew. “Yes,” Mavery said. Who was this deadly being his mavery had just bequeathed him to, and why did mavery trust her with their existence and her secret? He opened his mouth about to speak when one of his people launched at the little one, taking a bite from her waist. He watched in a trance as the little one’s body stretched up and back, her head falling back just a bit as her feet lifted on tiptoe. That’s when he noticed she was wearing ballet shoes like his mavery. She struck a pose of beauty,

Startled, I whirl towards the source of the stranger’s voice. “Oh no.” I glare at him with the sullen distaste of someone who’s stepped barefoot into something squishy and warm. “How did you get in here?” The human-shaped equivalent of Tessa’s filthy, slimy ball grins at me malevolently, gray eyes set in a grayer face sweeping the length of my body from head to foot and back. He’s dark haired, and like all vampires, unnaturally thin and bony looking, dressed in a black leather duster, a Nirvana t-shirt and jeans and wears a god-awful ugly pair of primitively simple sheepskin boots either smudged or stained in irregular streaks with something black. The cold sharpness of his dead, gray eyes a

Mortals engage in it for the pure joy of it. The intensity of his passion knocked her off balance, and she cautiously took a step back. "Lover's dispute?The lyrical speech washed over them both like silken liquid. A vampire had emerged from the darkness. He wore knee-breeches, a dark blue habit à la française with shining gold frog-and-button fastenings, and a flaring skirt, all in period-appropriate attire. The exquisite coat's neck and cuffs were adorned with lavish lace falls. He didn't have a powdered wig on, but his long, smooth golden hair was gathered in a velvet queue around his nape. His ethereal features and brilliant blue eyes would have blended in just as well if they had been pa

If only I had any other choice, I would not have chosen him as my mate for tonight. "Umm.Nice, get up." I beamed, trying to sound nice, and conceal the expression of mockery edging inside me to show up. After seeing him, I could even say that I had never seen a vampire like him. I was sure if I had ever introduced him into my realm as a vampire, they would kill him with the sharp knives of judgment and would refuse to admit the fact I told them. Clad in formal three-piece black and white striped pants with a powder blue undershirt, and a black bow tied around his neck which was so loose that he could not help but adjust it from time to time. He was looking for anything close to a clown but n

“Unlikely Rudina, he is a big fan of yours and has been waiting for you for a long time” Just as I was about to suggest sending out a search party, a loud thud echoes around the room followed by the steel doors swinging open with force and almost hitting the walls behind them. A man steps into the room, blood splattered across his face and clothes whilst black hair curtained his face. He was a vampire, his red eyes a tell tale sign but he isn’t dressed like the others, he wears casual jeans and a white tshirt, a chain around his neck but what’s more is how he is carrying Marco’s head under his arm like a bowling ball.

the other male vampire says, slumping to the ground. “You’re just now figuring that out?” the old vampire retorts. He’s dressed in all black, and his dark hair is effortlessly swept back. I’d be blind not to see the beauty of this lifeless man standing in front of me. “And a powerful one at that. You’re lucky, Adam. She could have killed you.”

I muttered, and he sighed. "Most vampires wear black or gray. You are not the exception. Not only are your eyes a giveaway... your pale skin, fangs, and eyes. We cover the eyes with the shades, but even with them, it is easy to see that you are a vampire; the color black makes you look paler. A hunter could spot you a mile away, and I bet Asteria would kill us if anything happens to you," He finished, and even when I hated the idea, I knew they were trying to do what was best for the mission, so I complied, and we stopped at a gift shop. Of course, my luck there were no plain button-downs, heck, there were no button-downs at all, just stupid colorful shirts with more colorful letters across