Costumes Vampire Diaries Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Vampires here can't wear any red clothes except for Xedian and the royalty!" I just realized that she was wearing, a red off-shoulder dress and red heels. "Huh? Why? Did you make the red color so we can't that color?" I asked her sarcastically. I don't want to look weak here. I do not want! I heard the vampires around gasping. Dianna glared at me, clearly angry, but I didn't feel scared. Who is she to be afraid of? I don't even know her. "How dare you?!" She was about to hit me again when someone stopped her hand.

You could tell that they attempted to dress them up and look presentable but with the multiple scars and bite marks encased on their frail Human bodies, the dresses did little to help them. There was one Vampire that caught my eye as we were heading towards the dancefloor. She was tall, probably my height or barely shorter. She had blonde locks that fell pin straight below her ass, and she wasn’t wearing the traditional red and black like most of them were. She was in the softest ice blue dress, adorned with sparkles and lined with white fur. It was a long dress, dragging the floor behind her and the top was a spaghetti strap style. Her skin was just a shade darker than everyone else's and h

The clothes would hide them from human eyes, allowing them to flow across the landscape at vampire speed without being noticed. The sun was invisible behind a thick layer of clouds, but the vampires sensed the exact moment it disappeared beneath the hills to the west. Genevieve and Dara joined them a moment later. The two women were also dressed in black pants and sweatshirts, one of the few times Stefan could remember seeing them so dully garbed. Usually, they wore dresses of purple, lavender, red or crimson, reminders of those bygone days in Paris, he surmised.

I teased as I looked at myself in the mirror. The black satin dress plunged deeply, showing a lot of cleavage. It was skintight with slits on the sides all the way up to my hips. The back was also completely open. My hair was slicked back in fancy high ponytail to show off my slender neck because it was apparently sexy for vampires since that was where the pulse points were. The makeup was extremely dramatic with crimson lips, thick black wingtip eyeliner, and dark gray smokey eye. There was a tiara on my head that held more valuable jewels than I would ever care to consider the value of. It was gorgeous but sadly not mine to keep.

"Vampires think they look better than Lycans. You need to prove them otherwise. And you better not go with your ugly hoodie." Surrendering to her demands, I let her do her magic. Then I got dressed, wearing a loose vintage shirt, comfortable black shorts, a pair of nude sandals, and golden hoop earrings. Luckily, no janitor or house mistress was in sight. Vlad's smile broadened when he caught a glimpse of me. He was blissfully happy while a sheen of sweat was ruining my makeup. "You're so beautiful," he spoke in a soft voice. "What's the plan, you daredevil?"

I tell her when I walk out the shower and leave her to gather herself. I pick a black button down and black slacks, my shiny dressed shoes and the Rolex I got from my father when I killed my first vampire. Then I turn to Adriana’s side of the closet and pick a burgundy colored jumpsuit that exposes her entire back. The phoenix on her back and her not yet healed mark will be on full display. I love it.

Placing my face back on the ground I let out a whine about having to get up for school. Feeling frustrated I sit up on the ground before standing up and begining to make my bed, feeling a little satisfied when I'm done I climb down the latter. Walking into the restroom I begin to do my morning routine washing my face and brushing my teeth. Letting out a yawn I turn off the bathroom light on my way out. Going to my closet, I remember there isn't really a dress code, but each section is supposed to were a certain color to represent it. Vampires wear red, witches wear purple, demons wear black, angels wear white and werewolves wear blue.

He was only wearing a plain shirt and jeans, which does not exemplify the appearance of nobility at all. Vampire aristocrats changed their clothing style with the times. They don't wear robes anymore. They wear shirts and trousers, and men must wear suits. Darren surveyed his brother's study. It was the same size as the one in the Hamakua Kingdom. Darren sat on the couch with one leg resting on the other.

A pang of jealousy hit me hard and I felt the facade I was wearing would burst out any moment. Jade's costume was a perfect indication of a vampire-like impression. She wore a long, flowing black gown that was fitted at the top and flared out from the waist. The dress was adorned with intricate lace detailing and had a high neckline that showcased her delicate collarbones. She completed her look with a pair of elegant, heretofore dangerous-looking, black stilettos.

And yet when I'd first met her, she had been a timid little waif. Tyler did a ballet pirouette that was just a little too perfect which meant that once upon a time my deadly little Angel of Death had probably taken lessons. It intrigued me and again I found myself wondering who my friends had been before coming into contact with the vampires. Her frightening outfit consisted of a floral cotton dress, cashmere sweater, white stockings, and baby doll shoes. Her black hair was stripped of all hairspray and gel and fell in soft waves behind her ears. Instead of the stark makeup she normally wore, she now donned soft little girl neutral makeup that almost seemed as if she wasn't wearing anything.