Silvermist Cosplay Novels & Stories

Clara, myself, and ten others from Silvercrest and neighboring packs. Clara looked breathtaking, of course. Her gown was sapphire blue, her amber eyes glowing beneath the chandeliers. Diamonds gleamed at her throat and ears. Her hair was twisted into an elaborate updo that showcased the graceful line of her neck. She looked every inch the Luna Queen she claimed to be. By contrast, I felt like a fraud. The dress Clara had forced on me was undeniably beautiful. A deep silver gray that made my storm cloud eyes look almost mysterious. The neckline was high enough to conceal my mark, but elegant nonetheless. The seamstress had done an excellent job.

Fin stated rather than asked. The Priestess smiled, her ancient eyes twinkling with wisdom. "The goddess works in mysterious ways, young Maxwell. What you see with human eyes is not always what exists in the spiritual realm. In her true essence, Diamond is silver light, the reflection of the moon, the embodiment of the goddess's wisdom. The physical manifestation may appear white with markings, but her soul energy is pure silver."

Mirage’s P.O.V She wore a silver top with full sleeves and a tiara of sorts on her head with a large amethyst crystal in the centre. Cool, reserved and indifferent, she did look like the woman who would be cold enough to reject her son’s cries for help. However, I noticed that just as I was studying her, she was studying me as well. “You have our eyes.” She spoke to me unexpectedly. “Are you able to use Fae magic as well?”

Cara walked down the steps with a grin before I could race up the stairs to see my wife. “Good evening, Alpha. Silver will be down in a moment,” she told me, bowing her head and bearing her neck in respect. “I think you will be quite pleased with her appearance.” I was always pleased with Silver’s appearance but kept those words to myself. Moments later, Silver walked down the steps with a small bag and a smile on her face. My heart nearly jumped into my throat when I saw her. She wore a silky black dress that rested at her thighs and the straps went around her neck, pushing up her breasts; the long V-neck showed off her incredible cleavage. Her legs were long and smooth; the dress left no m

Devoted to her people. From the instant Artem and Lucy first wailed their throaty little cries of need, grey skin flourishing with healthy pink within seconds of emerging they have been adored by everyone. A blessing for all of us at Kallio. Unlike what Ayr mockingly predicted I have never succumbed to the orange-satsuma uniform. Mainly because Luna Cass changed it within a couple of months. The Silver Guard wears demure grey with a thick trim of orange, in remembrance of her father. I still see Ayr smirk at me every time I accompany Luna Cass to an Alpha Council though.

“It is. But we need rest. And if the prophecy’s correct, Silverlight might hold something we can use.” Aria sighed. “Then let’s move.” --- Silverlight Sanctuary The village of Silverlight sat in a shallow valley surrounded by shimmering trees—birches with silver-white bark and leaves that sparkled as though dusted with frost. The people here didn’t bow or offer deference when the group arrived; instead, they watched with quiet curiosity, their expressions wary but not hostile. “We don’t get many travelers this deep into Silverlight,” an older woman said as she stepped forward. Her eyes were pale violet, and her hair fell like moonlight down her back.

The heavy oak doors at the back of the cathedral swung open. Natalia walked down the aisle with a slow, hypnotic grace. She wore a gown of liquid silver that seemed to catch and refract every beam of sunlight piercing the cathedral ceiling. Her silver-white hair was woven with small sapphire beads that matched the crest of the New Order. She carried no weapons, but the sheer, effortless pressure of her royal aura made the front rows of Alphas instinctively bow their heads as she passed.

A shiver running down our spines. Walking into the bathroom, I removed my battle gear. I stared at myself in the mirror. My breasts were swollen, a light pink scar lined my lower abdomen. I had gotten my old body back for the most part. No stretch marks or a lot of weight. I had light traces of silver swirls all over my body. I ran my fingertips over them. They shined slightly. I thought they were beautiful, like silver tattoos. My hair was waist length and silver. My eyes were a pale silver, much like Selene’s. I almost looked like her. My skin glowed with the pale blue light. I got into the shower and washed quickly before getting out. Damon had left a T-shirt in the bathroom for me to wea

Jangling can be heard as she maneuvers it and then reveals a harness that she had been wearing, full of a multitude of weaponry that is both impressive and scary. As she puts it down, a glint flashes in my direction and the shine is so bright, it can only mean one thing, her blades are made of silver. Silas allows his nails to elongate into claws, and crouches down ready to attack, Red simply stares back at him, still wearing her cloak. "You may remove your cloak if you wish, Red." "Thank you, Alpha Hades, but I prefer to keep it on. My identity must remain unknown, and I hope that you will respect that."