Riza Hawkeye Cosplay Novels & Stories

Zeve’s eyes started glowing and turned to golden from hazel. Ria. She sprinted towards Hikari at an invisible speed and reached out to grab his sword. She grabbed the air. Hikari emerged behind her with his wolf glaring at her. She turned with a jolt. His sword sliced through the ribbon, holding her hair together as she sidestepped, avoiding his blade to meet her skin. She twirled with her scattered hair, hugging her body. “What a pain!” She snarled, heaving. She lunged at Hikari, attacking his legs. He jumped in the air.

A smile glints on my lips. *Hailey Randle, Keep Jay to yourself because Rizz is mine. If you ever come for my Rizz, I'll make you disappear.*

Rizor yells. At that moment Klara and Ri run back into the cave. Rizor begins to levitate and red essence emanates from his form and his eyes turn red. Kyra breaks her concentration and the entire cave shakes. "I'm done playing these games!" He yells and then he aims a ball of light at Ri.

she whispered, though her voice cracked like a dropped glass. The transformation was remarkable, eerily so. She wore a handcrafted wig of jet-black strands, identical to Izora’s cascading waves. Her eyes, once hazel, now glimmered with green-gold contact lenses. A subtle, expertly drawn cut rested beneath her left eye, mimicking the faint scar Izora had carried for years. Her dress was a duplicate: the champagne silk gown Izora had worn to their last royal gala, hugging Rita’s slender curves like it belonged to someone braver. A delicate gray shawl draped over her shoulders, whispering against the silk as she walked.

Rozralas left the room leaving Nevera alone in the room with Hiro. Staring at the face of Hiro, he smiled once again and touched the side of his face that made him ugly. His shoulder length white hair grew longer and reached his waistline. He bent his body so that his face was close to that of Hiro's that almost their nose were nearly touching. Using one of his sharp fingers that looks like claws, he tore open one of the flesh of Hiro's upper arm, trailing the arm down to Hiro's finger, opening up more flesh the more. The other half of Nevera's face that was untouched changed and staring back at Hiro's sleeping face was Hiro himself. A low, menacing sound rumbled in his throat, his smile twi

He’s been my little wingman through all of this. I scan the crowd again and spot the red and black. Of course Alice is Harley Quinn. I smile to myself as I walk over and look her up and down. She’s got on the classic Harley costume. Not the new one from Suicide Squad, but the black and red jester outfit that hugs her lush full curves in all the right places and makes my mouth water. Her hair is down, and the dark curls frame her face. She’s not wearing her glasses, and her eye makeup is heavy. She looks like a nerd's wet dream, and I’m having a hard time walking a straight line to her.

The door was slightly ajar. Just as I reached out to push it open, the door swung outward, and Beta Commander Raze Blackclaw stumbled out into the hallway. Raze looked like a ghost. Dark purple bags hung beneath his bloodshot eyes, his hair was a messy wild mane, and his leather armor was half-unbuckled. He looked like a wolf who had survived a ten-day border siege with no food. "Raze?" I gasped, stepping back. "What happened to you?" Raze looked at me like I was an angel descending from the heavens to save his soul.

This was the first time Yoshiki came to this world and someone knocked on the door rather politely, wondering who the person responsible may be. Yoshiki walked up to the door and opened it. There standing behind it was a man, long black hair, one eye wearing an eye patch, and very tall, and next to him was a woman, black long hair, a straight elegant nose, almond blue eyes, Aria kade, cannon fodder 2.0.

“Maya’s waiting. Let’s go.” “Do you think we should tell her?” Lila asked and I shook my head. “Maya may be our friend but at the end of the day she’s a Raven. I think we should keep this between us.” Lila and I pushed through the crowded lower entrance until I finally spotted Maya waiting near the security checkpoint. She was impossible to miss. Maya stood there completely decked out in Ravens merchandise, wearing a cropped black Ravens jacket over a blue jersey with matching blue face glitter that shimmered beneath her eyes while a giant foam raven claw rested under her arm.

She knew that this upcoming gathering had the potential to bring a momentary respite and the much-needed comfort that Damon deserved. Riya meticulously put the finishing touches on her makeup, ensuring her appearance reflected a combination of effortless style and approachability. She wore a soft, comfortable hoodie that was one of her favorites, paired with well-fitted skinny jeans that accentuated her figure. Pulling her hair back into a high ponytail, she exuded a sense of confidence as she prepared for the day ahead.