Sylvie Cosplay Novels & Stories

My Beta, Calvin, laughed behind his hand, and I shot him a nasty look. Immediately, he straightened his stance. “It’s too frilly. It makes me look like I'm a pompom, and the shade is really not for my skin tone,” nagged Sylvie, enunciating each word in a sickeningly slow drawl. “We can adjust it,” tried the shop attendant. “It really won't take a lot of work, and we have it in other colors and-” “No no,” muttered Sylvie, looking at her reflection in the mirror. “At this point, we have tried every single fashion designer in this pack. I don't like it.”

Many carried real swords, axes, bows, spears. Silvia wore a dark blue dress with silver details, wrapped in a cloak down to her feet. A silver diadem circled her head, keeping the cloak hood in place, with a blue tear-shaped gem hanging between her eyebrows. She looked radiant, so happy, her eyes so bright, that fresh smile he remembered, only one step away from her warm, merry laughter. She was just gorgeous.

He went straight in front of Sirene, he is small so he lifts his head to greet Sirene properly. Such a cute black hamster! “Ahh, Little Black! It's nice to see you again! Come here, hug me.” Sirene buried Little Black on her chest, not minding everyone's stare at her. Sylvie who is always calm sat right beside Sirene. “Sirene, nice to see you again.” Unlike Little Black's childish manner, Sylvie was like an adult who was always calm as if she had not once got angry or annoyed. But has a cute soft voice that matches her soft small body that is covered with pure white soft fur, also, her big black sparkling eyes that looks adorable. Sylvie looks like royalty from her elegant aura and to her ca

Straightening the dress and checking to see if I was looking okay, I went outside. “ You look beautiful, “ Sylvia commented , picking out imaginary stuff from my hair. “ You're looking more pretty, Sylv, I love your hair. “ She really was dressed pretty. Her beautiful blue dress complimented her short brown hair making her look like some sort of princess. I, on the other hand, looked like a seamstress. It didn't matter anyways since the dresses would be torn into shreds if the mates were being matched and they each had to go and find when they would mate, they would each have to transform into their wolf.

Soft. Barely audible. “Is it her…?” “She’s the one…” “I felt it last night…” Sylvie ignored them. Her focus locked ahead. On Alexander. And the woman standing beside him. The moment Sylvie saw her— Something inside her reacted. Sharp. Immediate. Unmistakable. The woman looked fragile. Old. Her frame thin beneath layers of worn fabric. Her hair silver-white, falling loosely over her shoulders. But her eyes— They were not weak.

"Fine, suit yourself. But I'm telling you, you are winning no friends by being a martyr. Aurora is gone. If you don't pledge to Nalani soon, she'll find other ways to make you suffer." I hear Gerald huff, then he exits the room. He does not see me lingering behind the door. I wait until his footsteps are long out of earshot, then enter the room. Sylvie is standing in the corner, crying softly. She holds her face in her hands and I can see that her skin is dry and bruised, her knuckles swollen. "Sylvie," I say softly, trying to be respectful of her raw emotion. Taken completely by surprise, the woman jumps back from me, panic contorting her features.

She smiled, “How?” I said, “Queen Eden! We could really use your help right now.” Queen Eden appeared with a smile, “Hello, sweet Sylvie. Happy Birthday!” Sylvie smiled back at her, “Thank you, Queen Eden. How are you?” Queen Eden chuckles, “My sweet girl, always so polite and older than your age. I’m doing very well. How are you?” Sylvie smiled, “I’m good. I just have a couple questions for you.” Queen Eden smiled, “I think I know who those questions are about. Why don’t I let her tell you herself?” Sylvie smiled widely, “You can do that for me?” Queen Eden winked, “I would do anything in my power for such a sweet soul. Lara, come forth.” Lara appeared in front of Sylvie, knelt to her level

It always made me smile. There was a knock on the door finally and I practically flew out of Aidens lap to the door. Sylvia and I had become fairly close in the last week. Between her, Aidens mom and Vanessa I had learned more in one week than I feel I had my entire time in high school. I practically flung open the door to see Sylvia standing there in a tight black pleather corset dress with fishnet stockings that you could barely see with her knee high boots. She looked like a dominatrix almost in my opinion. Maybe it was because she just radiated that kind of energy. I pulled her into a tight hug and she laughed. "Hi cousin." She said hugging me back.

And at his side, dressed in silks the color of blood and wealth, wearing a look of smug triumph, was Sylvia. She looked like a queen who had already won the war. Her smile was a sharp blade. Her eyes swept over Sun Palace, over our people, with a greedy, hungry pleasure. She was already counting our things, thinking of them as hers. I stood at the top of the castle steps with Thorne. I wore a gown of deep blue, like a night sky. My hair was woven with thin silver threads. My face was a perfect, polite mask. The mask of a gracious Luna, pleased to have guests.

Then waited. It took a moment before the door swung open. Sylvie stood there, slightly startled, her eyes widening just a fraction when she saw him. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, strands escaping and framing her face. She was in a soft, silk pajamas. She was not expecting anyone that night. In that moment, she looked like everything he wanted to protect and everything he was afraid to lose. And for a brief, dangerous second, he forgot why he was there. She looked… soft. Unguarded. Beautiful in a way that had nothing to do with effort.