Sero Cosplay Novels & Stories

she asks as she should be walking towards them. “Niffa no!” Rico shouted as she look back towards him, he was nodding his head sideways while his eyes were pleading her not to go. She was confused about what was happening, but she remembered that they were in a great light. They suddenly saw Seres crawling in front of them while his skin are burning slowly. “You! How dare you use the great light to defeat me!” Seres said as his flesh are melting. They were shocked as they watch his flesh melts and slowly turn into a skeleton. Then they felt a sudden burning sensation on their skin.

He could spot her with just a glance. His throat itched for tequila, he was addicted to that shit. Just as he turned to make his order, he heard a very unpleasant chuckle. "Look who showed up," His jaw knotted in anger as he turned to stare at his nemesis. The first thing that caught his eye was Sergio's attire. An all-black attire. Sergio hated black. He was more into the flashy colors and bling. "I see you decided to go all out in trying to be me," Ghost scoffed. Black was his thing. Sergio had copied his dress sense just to fuck with his mind tonight.

Although I am not sure if he will manage to dodge the people as he has a unique and huge build and his tattoos, they are too much to be ignored. I decided not to indulge in these thoughts and stepped out of the car. As I walked in, I found Sera. Dressed into a pink shimmery dress, her blonde hair style into perfect curls while she was holding a white mask around her eyes. However, upon seeing me, her lips curled up into a smile. I have no doubt that she can recognize me. "You are late." She slapped my shoulder. "Sorry-" I leaned down to whisper, "I needed some time to camouflage myself." I winked, making her grin.

“He’s a wild card. He’s dangerous.” “And so is Erethar,” Amaria replied. “Serros is the only one who’s fought him and survived.” “He’s unstable,” Vaelith snapped. “He’d burn down the heavens just to light a cigarette.” A slow, dry clap echoed through the hall. Every head turned. Serros stood in the archway, cloaked in shadows, tall and lean with silver-white hair that curled wildly around his shoulders. His eyes were a violent shade of violet, glowing faintly in the dim light. A smirk twisted his lips.

“’Suppose that sounds nice. Thanks, Boss. We can find her later.” Hinges squeaked as someone pushed the door open. Sera was standing on the threshold. She wasn’t the vision in red, but she had braided her hair into one long rope down her back and was dressed in a light pink gown that made me question where in hell she had plans to go. Sera blinked in confusion, looking between me and Tommaso. “Who are you talking about?”

We had been so deep in conversation that neither of us had heard the Eater sneak up on us. We trained our weapons on it ready to defend ourselves. However, when I got a good look at it, my trigger finger suddenly stopped working. The creature was a young girl who looked no more than sixteen. The translucent pallor of her skin allowed the blue and red vessels underneath to pop like they were all going to burst at once. Her clothes looked freshly washed which was extremely unusual these days. Her brown hair was shorn short, but unevenly like she had fidgeted a lot during the haircut. Or tried to fight to suck out the trimmer's soul during the session.

Sera twisted in front of her mirror, her red curls bouncing with each twist. “If I get hotter with this beauty, the moon goddess might descend to claim me herself hahahaha.” she expressed loudly. “Come on Ivy” Sera’s voice rang out, full of fun moments as she twisted in front of me, her Peach short dress shaking with each twist, and her glowing curly hair bounced. “Are you going to stand there looking like sacred meat who is about to be dead?”I gave her a half smile. “You know I don't like crowds.” Sitting on the edge of her bed, still undecided, still holding the same plain white dress I had pulled from my wardrobe.

he said. Elara stepped closer—slipped her hand into his. “Let them watch.” Liora took his other hand. “Let them talk.” Ravenna slung an arm around his shoulders. “Let them try to tear it apart.” Seraphina rested her head against his arm. “They won’t succeed.” Nico squeezed their hands. “No,” he agreed quietly. “They won’t.” The outfits hung ready—black, crimson, silver, violet, charcoal, leather, fangs.

It was a paradise for those who craved excitement and a hell for the weak. The four of them stepped into the party like characters from a nocturnal fairy tale. Kieran was in a jet-black tuxedo that accentuated her tall, elegant figure, making her look even more formidable. She wore a black hawk mask that covered the upper half of her face, revealing only her beautifully shaped lips and cold, sharp gray eyes that were like blades. Seren was in a fiery, form-fitting, blood-red long dress that challenged every eye. She wore a fox mask adorned with red feathers, revealing a cunning smile and dark brown eyes that blazed with a playful fire.

There stands by the end of the hallway, Joy-i. "Didn't think you'd actually come here swan." Joy-i toys with her hair, twirling it around with her finger. As one of the models of Rubylust, they are often found to be dashing, always ready to be photographed and in style. Oh, Joy-i is more than ready to be photographed alright. For a war theme. Cerise gulps, hesitating to make the first move. Joy-i is ready for combat. Her boots thick and under her jacket is a visible bulletproof vest. Cerise has no more energy left from all the fighting outside, she's exhausted yet she still has to fight once more.