Steven Stone Cosplay Novels & Stories

They were all motionless, waiting. I saw Cosmo standing behind me, with his Creations behind him. His rainbow eyes were staring straight into my soul. He wore a soft, dark- green hoodie and plain, faded black longs. Even his shoes were plain, black sneakers. Nothing about him or the other Soul Stealers stood out against the background. They were simple and forgettable. “You are seeing this too, right?” I muttered to Venin. “They aren’t bleeding” Venin pondered, then looked to me in amusement “you didn’t kill them, after all.”

Mia exclaimed enthralled. “I guess, we had the same idea,” Linc explained and raised an eyebrow. There was Steven. He was a vampire. I felt a little bit disappointed, because he didn’t guess what my costume would be, because we didn’t have the same idea. But it wasn’t his fault. How could he tell what I was going to wear. But still... “Hey!” I exclaimed and he smiled, putting his hand over my shoulder. “Ready to party?” Steven asked all of us.

“I am the son of Alpha Christian Stoneclaw of the StoneClaw pack, and I need your help.” I stood up, but Thane’s hands stopped me as he hesitantly approached the man. “What happened, sir?” The man fell to his knees, looking like he might faint right then and there. “My pack… everyone… they were killed. Fire… that’s all I saw.” His voice was weak, but with a stare towards my direction, he said. “I am Steven Stoneclaw, the last survivor of the StoneClaw pack.”

Grabbing me in a tight hug. My name is Atlas Moun. I am 19 years old and I am the Alpha of the Moon Stone Pack. I was in my office going over my current pack reports when my phone began to ring. I picked up my cell phone and looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Alpha Drake from the Lunar Eclipse Pack calling. "I wonder what he wants?" I asked myself as I picked up my cell phone to answer his call. "Hello Alpha Atlas. Speaking, how can I help you, Alpha Drake?" I asked.

"Xavier, I swear I'll kill you" "Wow, I mean wow. New matters arising, Jason?" Stone laughed in disbelief "Jason? Standing for a "non-Rose?" It's Stacy, we are talking about here. I thought you were no fan of ladies" he laughed the more. "Laugh all you want! My mind's made up" he walked away from the table when Stone halted him with his words. "Seems you have forgotten Crystal. I haven't, I still have the clip" a sinister grin lured on his face

They looked young, vibrant, and terrifyingly real. Marcus Steele and Chen Wei. They were dressed in simple, timeless robes of woven light. Marcus wore the amber of the Wolf, and my father wore the sapphire of the Ghost. They were smiling, but it wasn't the smile of parents greeting their children; it was the smile of engineers seeing their prototype finally work.

"Just be there. *** I slip into our quarters, the clock ticking past 2:55 p.m. Dropping onto the sofa, I wait, the anticipation a subtle thrum in my veins. Margo's routine is a precision drill – gym, home, shower – and today's no different. Today, though, we're gearing up for more than just her post-workout cool down; we're preparing for a trip to New York City. A trap set for Preston. The door swings open, and Margo steps in, her gym bag slung over one shoulder. She halts mid-stride, eyes darting across the room to where I sit, disguised and nearly unrecognizable. Her body tenses as she backpedals slightly, confusion etched into her features. "Uh, excuse me, but who the hell are you?" A chu

All of the rings are still made of gold. Regardless, Stevens beauty really strikes me there. He has honey gold hair, unlike his brothers. It’s swept back off from his face except for a single curl that bounces in front of his right eye. His eyes are this hazy blue-green just like his brothers. His veer more towards green on the outside. His nose is straight and gently. He’s all the soft parts of his harsh older brothers, a delicate mash of Neil and the twins. His limbs are more lean than the twin’s and longer than Neil’s. His body looks delicate like it could snap. He’s a poetic looking man and I find myself staring in that moment.

"Trust me on this one. Stone is not going to let you out of his sight for a single second tonight." That statement turned out to be a massive understatement. Stone found me the exact second my sneakers hit the bottom step of the wooden stairs. He was leaning casually against the far wall, wearing his own full leather vest. He held a cold bottle of beer in his large, tattooed hand, looking every single inch like the dangerous, powerful president that he was. The moment his dark, intense eyes landed on my body, they lit up with a sudden flash of something deeply possessive and incredibly hungry. It made my breath catch in my throat.

— Fuck me. "That can be arranged," Stone whispers close to my ear. I harden. I didn't even know he was so close. When did he get so close? "What exactly are you looking for?" If you haven't noticed, you're short and petite. Maybe something from Krew or Kai fits better. I shake my head. — No, I need of it to cover my ass. Block me. I order, taking off my tank top and tucking one of her sleeves short. Although it is large, I place it a little in front of the