Sylvie Cosplay Novels & Stories

Long enough that she had not even been born yet. Silas looked down at the top of her head. Her hair was silver-gray, like his, but in the morning light, it held a layer of pale gold—the refraction of sunlight on light-colored hair. "No more waiting. She's already come back." Sylvie turned her head to look at him. Her ash-blue eyes were bright and gleaming in the morning light. She looked at him for a moment, then looked down at her own hands.

The makeup on her face was already melting off, and her massive lips made her appear more like a clown than anything else. “S-so, I can go… right?” Sylvia slowly rose to her feet, her eyes pleading for mercy. ‘If I let her go, she could expose my identity and plan.’ However, Rey couldn’t bring himself to kill Sylvia. Instead, he opted for a safer approach. ‘[Sleep].’ In an instant, Sylvia collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud. Her head collided with the hard floor, causing a loud echo to reverberate in the room. ‘A-ahh... that’ll hurt.’ Rey winced slightly.

Rhydor “Father, how do I look?” Sylvia twirled playfully, her eyes gleaming with excitement. I looked at her and took in her appearance. Sylvia wore a fitted, deep maroon training set,tight but flexible pants tucked into sleek black combat boots, and a sleeveless leather vest over a long-sleeved black shirt. The vest bore our pack’s insignia, etched in silver across her chest. Her hair was tied into a tight braid, and thin, protective leather guards wrapped around her forearms. She looked every bit like someone ready to take on the battlefield,not just a spoiled Alpha’s daughter.

Right now , I had packed my hair up in a bum and I had worn a short and a top , I wasn’t dressed as a princess I had dressed up as Sylvia as this was one of her clothes . The door to my room opened and Sylvia peeped her head in the moment she sees me , I see the smile on her face . You look ready princess now let’s get to work . I jumped out of bed exictedtly as I approached get and then we both help out of the castle . After spending a day in the castle without doing a thing , u knew that I couldn’t do that anymore and I asked asked Sylvia that I wanted to do whatever work she had going on because I was bored .

Hard. Clean. Bones snap. Muscles twist. Heat floods my veins. Sylvie tears free and lands in the clearing—white‑silver fur, bright eyes, alive. Elias sees her. He freezes. Not because he didn’t know she existed— but because he’s never seen her. His breath catches. His eyes widen once. Recognition, not surprise. Sylvie turns her head toward him, slow and deliberate, moonlight sliding over her fur. Elias’s voice is low, steady.

(Emi’s POV) A man dressed in a high-end suit and tie shows up at 'Sylvie’s Sweets' with a bouquet of flowers and beautifully packaged boxes just as I restock the shelves with some newly baked goodies. Sylvie is manning the counter, ringing out a customer and stops mid action to stare at the lavish display. The customer that Sylvie is helping turns to the front, noticing Sylvie’s expression and lack of action. The other customers also look up from what they’re doing to watch the man approach the counter.

I directed traffic, whispered instructions for makeshift tourniquets, identified which herbs in the decorative wall sconces were actually useful. Across the hall, Kai moved like a man caught in a nightmare. His own wounds were a secondary concern, his eyes, however, kept flicking to the corner by the tall, stained-glass window. Sylvie. She had not moved since Kai set her down. She stood with her back to the cold stone wall, her stolen sword now sheathed at her side, her arms crossed. The furious energy that had vibrated through her on the battlefield was gone, replaced by a stillness so complete it was unnerving. It was the stillness of deep water, of a predator waiting for the perfect momen

She moved backwards when she realized it was the lady who was appearing in her real form. This time, she was without a cloak, and when she was in her human form, she didn’t look nice at all. One could tell that she could act wicked. “Surprised to see me?” She said, and blurted out a wicked laughter. Sylvia’s breath ceased a little bit as she felt frozen and unsure of what to do or how to kill her. “Can’t you just let me kill you?” Sylvia asked, looking like a puppy who has to face a lion.

Lily chirped before hanging up. Sylvia placed her phone down and took a deep breath. She needed this—some time with her friend to clear her head. She got up from the bed and walked over to her closet, flipping through her clothes. After a moment of deliberation, she selected a casual yet stylish outfit that made her feel confident. She quickly changed, feeling the fabric settle comfortably against her skin.

Lacey shrieked angrily as she tried her utmost to break free. "Jerry Andrews is nothing. Does he dare compare himself to Lord Caspian? You kidnapped Lord Caspian's mother, so death awaits you!" Sylvia said in disdain. "Get the hell away from me. I'm going to call my father and tell him you have the nerve to kidnap me!" Lacey kept on screaming in anger. Sylvia did not bother replying to her. She went over to Sherry and lowered her head. "Ms. Sherry, I'm Sylvia Frost, one of Caspian's guards. I'm sorry that you had to witness such a shocking scene."