Walking Dead Carl Costume Novels & Stories

He knows that she won't smile for him or because of him. He walked into the forest and saw dead body of the Vampire whom he killed last night. Augustus looked at the dead body and smirked. He was returning home last night with Valerina's stuff when Carl crossed his path. "Woah!... Is it really you or am I dreaming?" Carl chuckled when he saw Augustus with bags of human stuff. Augustus stopped and rolled his eyes, he doesn't want to dirty his hand and clothes by his blood. "Is this really a human stuff?... Do you have a human pet or something?.."

(CARLTON’S POV) I’m wearing Caleb’s style tonight. I’m dressed like him, look like him, and act like him. He’s been dead for two days. But it feels like yesterday. You can see him through my eyeliner and smell him through my perfume. Oleander cologne itches my skin, but I'm still wearing the scent. It reminds me of him. I’m dressed as a ghost. For him. Though I always possessed a soft candor, I refused to call it ‘Feminine.’ Boardrooms and white-collar arenas are no place for a ‘Faggot’ as Mom would say.

He walked to where she was and gathered her in his arms, she was actually lightly than he thought, he wondered how she slept comfortable in such thick clothes. He placed her gently in the bed, tucking her hair away from her face as he felt the texture of her hair on his finger tips, it was so smooth and light almost like cotton. He walked away from her and entered the bathroom to freshen up, after he was done he wore his black pants and walked straight to bed, he laid in bed for a while staring at the ceiling before sleep finally over took him. Meanwhile in the old cabin, Carl had just arrived there with two other men in a van, they were here to take the corpse and clean the mess in the room

Carlos said, and then ran out the building to his car with his enhance vampire speed. "....What da...!" Alex shouted after Carlos runs into the car. "...You scare me carlos!" Alex said and then immediately close the car door with a button in his driver's seat. "...Drive!" Carlos firmly said to him, and then pick a black shade from his inside one of the chair in the car. "...What is going on Carlos why is your suit tore apart....wait is that a werewolf claw mark on your chest?" Alex who really wants to know what was going on bombard Carlos with questions.

Aunt me asked and I slowly raised my head please don't be a demon, please don't be a demon Please please please I looked at her and uncle ricky and thankfully their face still remained the same "Aunt.... uncle! "I quickly run and hugged them "What's wrong Carmella??? "Uncle Ricky asked stroking my hair "Their faces.... they look different even Carlisle! "I said staring at them as aunt mel looked seriously angrily and surprisingly so does Uncle Ricky "Okay who on earth brought up the demon game? "Aunt mel and candy giggled

I knew the glint of his yellowed, blood-splattered teeth in the low light would haunt me forever. Carl steadied me as I swayed. I’d been given something – I knew that much – but how long it would keep me on my feet for, I didn’t know. I felt more like a ghost than a person as I ushered Ava and the boys out of the door with me. And right into a battle. Carl leapt past me, the shift ripping through him as he dove onto a werewolf that looked too big for its body. Its muscles had turned grotesque, its skin mottled and purple where it had stretched too far too fast.

He grimaced at the thought of the skin touching his clothes, hefting its weight. No choice. Just . . . do it. Fast. Setting his jaw, Carl stalked back to the bed and lifted the remains. The liquid inside had dried at an unnatural rate. There was barely even a stain on the carpet where the majority of the stuff had slopped. Nonetheless, the texture of the skin made him queasy. He rolled the flesh up as best he could and crammed it in the suitcase, crushing it down with his clothes. After packing the rest of his things, Carl toweled off and put on the one suit he’d left out. Straightening the knot on his tie, he took a deep breath and headed out the door.

The theme had been meticulously chosen, reflecting the couple’s desire for a unique and memorable celebration. Khana, dressed as Carmilla, exuded an ethereal charm in her flowing red gown, her dark hair cascading in soft waves of night. Richard, standing tall beside her, looked every bit like Cecelion, his dark suit and dark black hair, giving him an air of mysterious elegance of a vampire. Though Khana had never played the game, she had spent hours browsing the internet, carefully selecting their costumes to ensure they made a striking pair.

Meanwhile, at the Jenkins's villa. Carl stood before the wardrobe, removing his bloodstained and sweat-soaked clothes. Faint traces of blood marked his pale back—scars left by the counter-blow force of karmic burdens, still throbbing with pain. His face remained ashen, exhaustion lingering in his eyes, but thinking of going to find Amelia soon, he forced himself to change into a clean black shirt. Though he was of the heavens, this time his body was mortal flesh. Completely suppressing the aftereffects would take time.

Completely dead. An overwhelming anger and pain washed over him as he screamed and growled, "Nathaniel! I'll kill you!" His hands gripped his weapon once more, both hands clenching his fists as he prepared to leap into attack, but he stopped and stared in disbelief as he saw Carolina's body shift and transform into Karenina's. She lay motionless where she had been. She lay motionless in the same spot, dressed in a white crop top with a moss-green miniskirt that was covered in blood. Now the scent was hers. It was Karen's blood he smelled.