Thomas Apocalypse Costume Novels & Stories

With that Zeus waved his hand at the door keepers, signaling them to open the doors. In walked a feeble looking Thomas who seemed to need help as he slowly made his way to a seat. All eyes turned to look toward him. Loud gasps echoed off the stone walls as members of the council took in Thomas’s' seemingly weakened state. He reminded me of a zombie with grayed skin. His once plump cheeks were sunk in, and he had dark circles around his eyes. His lips were pale and chapped. The once strong and fit half-blood God wasn’t even a shadow of what he once was.

"I was hoping that you could wear this one." Crossing my arms over my chest, I roll my bottom lip between my teeth and suck in a breath of air. "I just said no fancy dress." "It is tradition," Thomas retorts and he unzips the dress bag to reveal a dark emerald green dress. The fabric shimmers and sparkles under the lights of the closet as Thomas pulls it out of the bag. It is covered in thousands of tiny little crystals. It looks custom-made. "Thomas," I gasp. "I can't accept this."

The man she fell in love with and had had children with. "I don't believe they pose a threat. They are only half breeds, there is a possibility they will never come into that side of their genetics." He continued, slumping his shoulders at the response he received. "Understood." He said in defeat. Thomas had his back turned towards her bound body with his phone pressed to his ear. Frustration and sorrow etched in the muscles of his back. If it were not for his voice, she never would have recognized him. Clad in a black leather trench coat and gloves covering his fingers, combat boots laced over leather pants and, she would assume a black t-shirt covered his chest. She noticed a silver blade

Colorful flowers were thrown every few steps, scattering the petals across the ground and covering the dirty snow along the path. Thomas rode at the head of the procession, dressed in a deep sky-blue tunic embroidered with mythical beasts. A black-and-white fox fur cloak draped over his shoulders. His tanned skin carried a certain boldness, different from the fair complexions of other noble sons in the capital. The contrast made his sharp features even more striking. His eyes were steady, his purpose clear. Behind him rode a group of young men from his family, while Alice and Opal, along with a few other ladies of the household, sat comfortably in the carriage.

I nodded towards him, “wants to be a Vampire.” “Oh?” Thomas asked, raising an eyebrow at him. I looked over at Thomas and noticed he was in his usual dark black business suit, and his hair still looked brown with a little bit of gray speckles, naked only to the human eye. He was holding himself up, and looking like he was about to interrogate Paul; which he was going to do anyway.

His voice outed his smile and this time I turned around to face him. “You saw?” It was all I could manage for my odd behavior. “Don’t worry, I am not judging you,” he smirked, lifting his palms up. “Come with me, you need to get some fresh warm clothes.” Thomas led me into the garage and as I followed him, I inspected his dirty clothes. He wore one of those well-known overalls in dark blue with white stripes. It was strange to see him in something so different from what I was used to. The dark stains all over him did not dim his attractive and charming looks.

Marcus left for the mortal world after saying this to Kerlin. But it was daytime in the mortal world, and he was in an odd place. He had no idea where to go or how to locate his brother. He walked through the streets, looking here and there. "How fated to their habits these people are." Inside, he mumbled. After seeing him, the girls over there began to gossip. Of course, they will gossip because the look he was wearing could make anyone fall in love with him. He was dressed in a black robe with a shawl collar that covered his back. His regal appearance was enhanced by golden armour and a one-of-a-kind golden-designed sword.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Natasha’s eyes widened immediately. The words caught her completely off guard. Aaron said it so naturally too, like it was the simplest thing in the world. A faint heat spread across Natasha’s cheeks before she could stop it. She smiled softly and stepped aside. “Good morning.” Aaron walked inside. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored gray suit that fit him almost too well. Even after the collapse of civilization, Aaron still carried himself like the world had never truly fallen apart. In one hand, he carried several shopping bags. Beside him were two medium-sized suitcases. The apartment instantly felt smaller with him inside it.

The troubling thought that weighed on me aside from my constant nightmares and fear of getting caught, was that every day, I didn’t know whose child would be rushed in, what sickness they would have, or if they would survive. I let out a silent curse when I bumped into a hard wall. “I’m so sorry,” I groaned inwardly when I recognized Thomas's voice. Nope it wasn't a hard wall, but Thomas. It just had to be Thomas. I forced a smile and looked at him. “Dr. Thomas, I didn’t realize you were in today.” It was his day off, and I was surprised to see him here. He stepped back slightly, allowing me to take him in. He wore a black cashmere shirt with gray pants, his hair was neatly styled, and his b

Rowan's territory was indeed remote and desolate, but it was nothing like I'd imagined. Word had spread that Rowan and I were coming, because many beastmen crowded the roadside holding gifts they wanted to present to us. They all looked well-fed and healthy, their eyes bright. Even the little ones and elderly were plump and rosy-cheeked. Since the apocalypse began, all the clans had struggled to survive. Food was barely enough to get by, and many older beastmen had starved to death. Those who survived were skin and bones. However, everything was completely different here.