Silvermist Cosplay Novels & Stories

The two come to stand side by side in front of us. “Silver and gold. How beautiful,” she says, as if she’s in a trance. I, however, hear Aolis, Lily, and Buppig all suck in air. When I turn to look at them, Ailduin is smiling at Madelyn. The other three look to be in shock. “Buppig…” Lily says. “On it,” Buppig says, rushing back inside. Lucero isn’t exactly silver, she’s more white, but next to GoldMoon, there is a silvery tone to her coat.

Until the corridor wrapped its arms around her like the mother who no longer could. She was eighteen when Trisha was named heir. They stood side by side on the dais, both cloaked in silver, though Trisha’s gleamed with golden thread and a sapphire brooch fastened above her heart. Trixie wore no sigil. Just fabric. Just form. Just a shadow beside a star. “Don’t be upset,” Trisha whispered behind her smile. “This was always going to be my path. You’re not... equipped for it.” Trixie kept her eyes forward.

A crown of twisted silver branches adorned his head, small crystal flowers blooming along its curves, some petals closing while others opened as if breathing. To his right sat Queen Elara Silverleaf, her beauty both ethereal and unsettling in its perfection. Her hair cascaded down her back in waves that shifted between platinum and pale lavender, adorned with tiny luminescent butterflies that occasionally took flight before returning to their perch. The fabric of her gown constantly shifting between deep purple and midnight blue.

Lydia stood in front of her full-length mirror, staring at her reflection. She knew the figure gazing back at her was herself, but she felt conflicted about believing it. The long, sleeveless silver dress she wore sparkled with diamonds, and her tiny arms gleamed as if she had polished them all day to impress. The dress gracefully covered her neck, with the fabric draping down her bare back, adding to her elegance.

Two days before the ceremony, Karl returned home. He acted as if Natalie had never appeared, as if our confrontation had been a dream. "Stop looking at your phone and try on the ceremonial pendant," he said, holding out an engraved silver pendant meant to be worn during our mating run. I opened the box, glanced at it briefly, then closed it without removing the necklace. "If it's suitable, take it." Karl frowned at my dismissive attitude. "There's nothing between Natalie and me. Can you stop being so hostile toward a young Omega who's lost everything?"

"She needs to look like a storm cloud before the lightning strikes! Bianca, check the seams on the silver!" ​They had outdone themselves. The outfit was a structural masterpiece. Over my shoulders, I wore a heavy, dramatically draped, dark charcoal wool wrap that covered me completely—looking like a burnt, protective, and imposing shell. But underneath, Chris had built a breathtaking, liquid-silver structured dress that clung to my body like molten metal. It was backless, sharp, and brilliantly executed to mirror Chris's concept of "rising from the ashes." My makeup was fierce, featuring sharp metallic eyeliner and a deep, glossy dark lip.

Would she stumble on her feet upon seeing them? But! Their imaginations never happened. What they were anticipating would never happen! What was worse was the sight they saw after the entrance door slowly opened as it gradually showed their leader's physique. Silver, who is currently wearing his usual black attire and silver mask, was walking carefully with a small build wrapped to his upper body with her head on his neck like a small puppy being carried by its owner. The small body obviously belonged to a woman that is why everyone was stupefied as if they were all electrified by the scene.

I laugh loudly. “Silver!” A loud voice said, making me stop laughing. I looked at the person that shouted his name. It was a really curvy girl wearing an extremely short black gown with no hand, a strapless gown. She was wearing very ridiculous high heels, and her face was packed with makeup. She has black hair that is straight and shining, and she also has brown eyes. She is very beautiful, but with all the makeup on, she looks like a clown. She has an amazing figure and looks like a runway model, but I don’t like her, especially the way she was smiling at my mate. “Hey, Silver,” she said, moving closer to him and kissing him right on his lips.

she replies. “Thank you.” Everyone has their hair and make up done at this point. We are all digging in to dinner before we all put on our dresses. Carrie finishes eating first and starts getting the dresses out of their bags. I am stunned to see my dress as she pulls it out of the bag. The main color is silver and is layered with black tulle. From about the waist up is covered in a design of black roses and various leaf designs all connected together. Same with the sleeve design. The roses have silver glitter on them.