Mordecai Cosplay Novels & Stories

Rory yelled as I clenched my jaw, praying my parents wouldn't recognize the dress. I raced off to the door, pulling myself away from the chaos. Eddy followed me to the front door, where we soon faced my parents, Former Lord-Alpha Mordecai Starlyn and Former Lady-Luna Priscilla Starlyn. As we approached, I smiled at my parents, who stood on the threshold of the Manor now as servants and staff took their bags, their presence both comforting and intimidating. My father, simply Lord Mordecai now, looked just like me but an inch shorter. He wore a dark navy blue suit and held a cane with the family symbol—a star with a bat in the middle. His icy blue eyes assessed me.

I only hope Devin finds him in one piece. After a few more minutes of getting myself all set, I took up my bag and left the room. I made my way downstairs and into the hall area. Mordechai was on his phone and he turned around as he noticed my presence. He eyed me up and down before finally meeting my eyes. He didn't look bad himself in his black suit and navy blue tie ; his hair was also neat...extra neat.

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

It was none other than Morwenna the Krowonian doll. This time, Morwenna had not possessed Hedeon's body. It appeared in its true form—barely half a foot tall, dressed in a faded traditional outfit. Its face was painted with eerie red and white makeup. Though its black eyes held no life, the chill behind them thickened the air. A faint haze of black mist clung to Morwenna's frame, formed from devouring human vitality. With every breath she took, the surrounding air seemed to stiffen.

Barbie started. Zabdiel held up his hands in surrender. "Don't get too excited, Bao. I have a gift for Chloe." Chloe stood and faced Zabdiel. "Gift?" He turned to his side, making way for someone. A man in blue simple robes went inside and looked around. He had a long, unkept mustache and beard that he was almost unrecognizable. His dark long hair was tied in a ponytail at his back and he's holding a broad sword sheathed in a familiar snake-headed sheath. He's old, just like Master Levi, but still strong.

it was survival. The crowd’s cups clinked harder, the noise rising, until suddenly… it stilled. A hush swept through the room as a figure appeared. Mordecai. Not dressed in dark Mafia garb, but in white and gold, silk glimmering like sunlit ivory. His presence screamed wealth, indulgence, stolen empires. He climbed the stage, smirk curling like a blade, and took the mic.

he clicks his tongue, snapping his neck mockingly, causing the other two to snigger. “My oh, my. It is a shock,” Mordecai flashes a yellow-tinted smile towards Ash in a twisted form of delight, “-if it isn’t the Reaper himself. I was wondering when I’d get the chance to cross your path again,” he darts a sinister wink towards him, his eyebrows lowering with vengefulness, “-aren’t I a lucky boy.” “Leave him alone,” I step in front of my brother defensively, “-I swear down on the Moon Goddess, if any of you lay even a finger on him or any of these guys for that matter, I’ll rip you to shreds.”

The first thing I registered was broad shoulders, dark clothes stained with dried mud and something darker, a large hand wrapped carefully around mine. Then his face, those pale blue eyes. Mordecai. For a long moment, neither of us said anything. I stared at him, half convinced I was still in that dark, empty place I had been floating in before. He didn’t look like himself. His eyes were bloodshot like he had gone days without sleep. His hair was a mess, like he had run his hands through it too many times. Every line of his face looked tired in a way I had never seen on him.

Chapter Thirty Three POV: Sera Ashwood He came back the next morning exactly when he said he would which was the first thing that told me this was a man who did not make empty statements, and I was already downstairs and seated in the front room when Mira showed him in because I was not going to be the one walking into a room he was already standing in if I could help it. Alpha Mordecai was not what I expected from the name or the reputation. He was not visibly monstrous. He did not carry the obvious markers of something wrong the way you might expect a cursed man to carry them. He was tall and composed and he moved through my front room with the particular ease of someone who had never once

From a distance Mordecai shouted furiously as he exchanged guns with the men. “You really are an animal Theon, are you a hero? You're going to kill yourself, in a foreign place! ” he shouted and helped him exchange and answer with a gunshot. He immediately rolled over and hid in the big boxes that were there. He was about to force the girl to enter the private plane while her old grandfather's forehead was already furrowed. "Mordecai?" he calls the friend from the other line. “Dede ka? Putang ina mo, ah. ” its salt. Like him, it also hides from afar and is exhausting to look at.