Novel & Cerita Costumes Vampire Diaries

he asked looking her way “um twilight? Underworld? Dracula untold? Queen of the damned? Any of this ring a bell?” she had asked he had stared wide eyed shaking his head “there are romances about us now? Thats amazing” dius had said making everyone nod, including her own sister this had made her laugh so hard her ribs had hurt for the rest of the day he came out of the closet in another white shirt fully buttoned and tucked in to his dark blue slacks black belt and shiny shoes even though he was once again rolling his sleeves

He took a long gander around the room, his expression unreadable, but a certain rise in his brow that said things were amiss. I turned my attention to the robes of the man in the middle and the rugged one to his left. They were created from a dark and heavy fabric, and embroidered with intricate threads in crimson and gold. Typically, when vampires wore clothing like this, it was a silent declaration of which house they reigned from.

“Oh, Thank you, I will be down shortly” She said as she climbed out of the bed. She walked into the bathroom and took a scalding hot shower then quickly turned it cold to fully wake up. When she left the shower her skin was bright red, but quickly returned to its normal color. She dried her hair with a towel then styled it into a mermaid stye braid. She then went into the room and entered the closet. She smiled at all the dresses that Vladimir kept for her. She pulled out maroon gown and pulled it on. She looked like a medieval princess. She slid into some matching flats and did a once over in the mirror. She nodded in agreement at her outfit choice and then left her room. She entered the di

She opened it and walked in. After showering and changing into her violet dress, she put on some diamond earrings and necklace as she stood in front of the mirror. Her dark hair was flowing down her shoulders as she looked herself over to make sure everything was fine. She had added some light makeup on her face since she liked staying natural like most werewolves. She turned around and placed her feet into her red stilettos.

She was in their backyard watering their small colorful garden when Romaine appeared by the threshold. She was wearing a long-fitting black dress, with red stripes on its long sleeves and on its hem. Her belt was in a shimmering metallic red. On her right chest, a red rose circular brooch can be seen. Its golden edges seem to form like the sun's wide beaming rays. “Red, gold, and black are the color emblems of the vampires. The red rose is our sigil,” Romaine lectured while she walked towards her stepdaughter. Rozelyn, who seemed to not be expecting her stepmom’s formal attire, halted the watering hose with a single wave of her hand.

Tessa helped me put on a red mantle with delicate white-and-gold handwork that went amazingly with my dress. Grinning at him through the mirror, I turned around and walked to him. "You look extremely handsome as well." Nikolai was wearing a charcoal grey tuxedo with a more masculine version of my mantle. It went well with his tuxedo. Tessa and another slave stepped forward with a cushion each in hand. On them sat the crowns that we had received in Mozog. This was the true symbol that this pack was not just for wolves but for vampires as well.

And – to make matters even worse – she’d told Kathrena to come as a vampire. I, however, was dressed in a cheerleading outfit – stolen from the Aspen High cheer team, in the school colours of blue and yellow – which had been doused with fake blood. I was wearing a lot of makeup to make me look undead, which I found terribly amusing. I usually went to such lengths to avoid looking like someone who’d died, yet there I’d been, smudging dark purple eye shadow into the hollows beneath my eyes.

It was like everyone had disappeared. He was 6'0. His skin was pale and pinkish. His lips looked bloodied and his shoulder-length hair was as dark as midnight matching his eyes. He had a silver necklace, which was odd because he was a vampire. His fangs were out. He wore a see-through red satin-like dress shirt with black leather pants. Velda couldn't take her eyes off him even as he walked away. She knew that she had found her mate. Salvatore became an anchor to the Crazy, Angry wolf/human he would later nickname Vixen.

A woman was wearing slutty cat costume, a guy in a Frankenstein monster mask, beautiful blondes in angel wings, buff men in lumberjack outfits (though both Vadim and Armand look ten times better than any of them), and many more. Fitting in with the crowds, Rosa was forced by Ayara to wear a red cloak over her white, straight neckline, gathered bodice with a tiered midi skirt, and a side slit to resemble a red riding hood. Ayara herself wore a sheer lace bodysuit and leather jeans. Her long braid falls down her back and her red eyes against her dark skin were mesmerizing. She fit in with the crowd perfectly and her overall vampire look hits hard among the men and women they passed by. “The ow

Dabria growled at the Master standing in front of her. There was no doubt that those things were vampires. Dabria was impressed with the level of the creativity. They were wearing black leather onesies that were covering their whole bodies. Their faces were also covered with the same kind of fabric. It felt like those costumes were protecting those vampires from the light of the sun. Dabria had a frown on her face as she looked at those vampires from head to toe. She had never heard of any tricks like that ever before.