Silvermist Cosplay Novels & Stories

Silver Dust? My hand froze in mid-air. "Good. Keep giving her the injections. Double the dose. She can't get her wolf back, not until Selene completes the succession and claims her birthright as Alpha of the Red Fang pack." That was Kael's voice. My mate. My Alpha. "But Alpha, prolonged exposure to Silver Dust will shatter her wolf's soul…" "I said, keep injecting her! She thinks it’s Lunar Essence to help her recover. She’ll never suspect a thing."

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

“Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must have been laughing. “Do you know what it means?” Corvus asked. “You said something during the ceremony about bloodlines. About things that should have stayed hidden.”

“Girls. Let's make Mrs. Silver the most beautiful woman for her wedding.” I watched in horror as my eyes fell on a pair of gleaming scissors lying beside the big boxes of makeup kits on the table. And before I could scream for help, the five of them dashed towards me with occupied arms and a huge smile on their faces. ***** “Do you like it, Mrs Silver?” I was still panting, chest still heaving as I nodded vigorously. “Is something wrong?” Michelle asked, her face scrunched with worry as she immediately dashed to my rescue, checking my temperature for any possible means of fever or something.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

I sit and allow them to do their thing but I can't stop feeling that something big is about to happen. An hour later, I stand in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection of a woman I barely recognize. The woman they turned me into. My dress is deep silver, shimmering like moonlight on my skin. Delicate embroidery trails along the bodice, forming patterns of wolves and stars. My hair cascades in soft waves, strands woven with tiny silver chains that glint whenever I move. I turn to the girls, suspicious. "Okay. Spill. What is this for?"

"Why is the entire neutral ballroom paralyzed in total silence?" I demanded, letting my clear, glass-like silver eyes scan the frozen crowd as my boots cleared the ancestral archway of Moonhollow Ridge. Not a single wolf breathed. Every predatory gaze in the hall snapped to the grand threshold, completely captivated by the sheer, effortless dominance radiating from my frame. My delicate facial lines were soft, yet my silver-tipped lashes framed eyes that held the sharp brilliance of a hunting blade. I was draped in a lake-blue ceremonial gown, the hem infused with micro-crystals that caught the torchlight with every stride—making my wolf appear as though she were trailing a glowing river of

Four hours later, Pink Misty’s look was completed. The stylists were able to reenact the look exactly as described in the original work. At the top of her long black hair was a split in the center. The lower part of her hair was completely pulled to the back while the outer section was tied into thin, long braids. Three thin, silver chains were placed above her forehead, and her face had extremely light yet elegant makeup on. Wearing a white tulle dress, her perfectly aligned collar bones were bare. Xyla Quest seemed to be covered by a layer of white mist from head to toe. Indeed, she looked like a fairy more than anything else.

This time from Violet, she placed a hand on Samantha’s arm as she lowered her hand. “I am Samantha Silver. The AL-PHA of the SilverFang pack. I’ll thank you to not call me Luna, or ‘Hot Little Lady’ I demand the same respect from you that I have offered you. You may call me Alpha Sam or Alpha Samantha, whichever you prefer.” Her eyes flashed again, as more silver flecks appeared in her eyes. Another stronger wave of warning flooded the room and a few betas shifted nervously in their places.