Mordecai Cosplay の小説・ストーリー

Even though she was scared of the mist that was surrounding her, slightly worried that it was poisonous, Moira still glared at the mist as if she could see who was hiding behind the thin veil of the mist. She unsheathed her claws as her eyes flashed wolf before she growled threateningly, “ Step out or I will make you.” Her threat seemed to have worked which made the person who was hiding in the shadows walk out of the mist. It was a man, dressed in those long robes that the wizards wore, his face covered with a mask that had the mark of King on it, the lips that were drawn on the mask were stretched in a smile that resembled weirdly like that of a clown making the mask look even more ironic

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

It is my time to take revenge on my cheater's ex-wife and his other man. I waited for the mass to be finished and let the people leave the church before I got inside and I sat at the front and looked at the altar. It has been a long time since I didn’t visit the church. My questions are suddenly gone and I also don’t know what to say. My mind suddenly went blank when I sat and faced the altar. I took a deep breath and I looked around as I heard cries, prayers, and agonies. I saw five people inside the church sitting at the back, while the others were getting inside and looking at me. I looked closer at them because there was something about them. They don’t look like normal people. They look

he said, and I was about to hit him when I suddenly coughed. “Are you alright?” he asked so I immediately nodded and it’s quickly lost my cough. I looked at him and examined him from head to toe. His hair turned into red, and it reached up to the shoulders, it was tied to a ponytail, and a cloth was wrapped around his forehead. What he was wearing— was like what the ancient people were wearing. Like princes in the show. “Are you a cosplayer?” I asked him. He grinned and laughed at the same time pushing my forehead with his two fingers so I immediately jokingly kicked him in the arm.

His head clean-shaven, he could easily pass as a valid Ring member, if it wasn't for those damning hazel-green eyes. “This is Marcus,” Morris introduces. “He’s a good kid and hasn’t been out in years. He should help you blend right in.” As if on cue, Marcus slips on a pair of shades. Contemplating, I study him, his composure, his clothing. Between the combat boots, the black cargo pants, and the white t-shirt, the shades seal the deal. Well, he’s not wrong. “Alright,” I say. “Let’s go.”

Too quiet. “You’ve grown soft, Helios,” Mordecai drawled, his voice laced with false sympathy. “Mating an Omega… what a shame.” A low growl rumbled in my chest, but I kept my posture relaxed, my expression unreadable. Mordecai chuckled. “Then again, I suppose it makes sense. Omegas were never meant to be warriors. They serve a different purpose.” He exhaled slowly, eyes gleaming with something ugly. “In my pack, the unmated warriors would have thoroughly enjoyed breaking her in...”

Sumire accepted it and smiled beguilingly. "Sumire." the maiden briefly introduces herself. "Such an honor to meet a goddess like you," he then brought Sumire's hand to his lips. And soft lips gently landed on her hand. Dieu's similarly colored eyes wearing a sly smile darted on Mort from the distance who had been looking at them ever since. Mort stood there in his expensive black tuxedo. His tux was exquisitely cut and a perfect match for his cold and mysterious manners. His pair of pools of death were emotionless narrow squint beneath his black half mask defining his masculine prominent pointed nose. He oozes a menacing aura and it indicates his presence but the maiden failed to notice Mor

If I hadn’t jumped in the fight, maybe things would’ve ended differently for all of us, and maybe Lukas wouldn’t have had such a critical injury. I twisted my fingers together, then rubbed the skin on my arm where someone from the congregation had taken my blood for testing. When Moe noticed my nervousness, he bumped his shoulder against mine and smiled at me. “Don’t worry. Everything will be all right.” I had never seen Moe in a three-piece suit before. His salt and peppered hair had returned to its vampire-black colour and was slicked back in an elegant old fashion. Watching him walk without a limp or how he carried himself with the supernatural way most creatures did was strange. It was f

“Oh, this mortal’s body is destined to perish for a new ‘me’ to be born. Once the scars heal, all mysteries will be solved. “I declare my beauty to the world. I’ll get past all this craziness and be reborn, get past all this craziness and be reborn, get past all this craziness and be reborn…” Josh sang, and the crowd cheered wildly for him. Josh had on the intricate makeup that all his fans loved. The front half of his hair was slightly curled, and there were strands of silver highlighted hair. He was wearing a glossy, black formal coat on the outside and a black t-shirt on the inside, paired with black, skin-tight jeans. His good looks captivated everyone’s attention.