Costumes Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

I shouted back “We will be out in a moment. Dimitri leaned down giving me a quick peck on the lips before hopping up and turning on the lights. “I guess we should get dressed then.” Dimitri huffed while walking over to the closet. I also got out of bed and went to the bathroom where my clothes were already hanging up. I had picked out a black floor length dress and I also had a black veil to wear, as it was customary to wear one during vampire death ceremonies. When I walked back into the room the sight of Dimitri nearly took my breath away. He was wearing a tailored full black suit, and looked stunning in it.

Contrary to the people Brawen had met since coming here, they were all dressed in elaborate costumes, and he was just a pure white shirt and black pants. Heidi still didn't look at Brawen once, her eyes still looking at the clear moonlit lake, showing disdain, probably because she was a C-rank vampire.

“The most beautiful little witch in the world.” “And Daddy is a vampire!” She pointed at Dorian, who entered the kitchen wearing a black cape and fake fangs. He approached me, his eyes shining. “And you…” He looked me up and down, a mischievous smile on his lips. “You’re dressed as a voodoo doll?” I looked at my own body. The black dress with sewn-on buttons, the crossed lines imitating stitches, the decorative pins in my hair. It was ironic, I knew. After everything that had happened, choosing exactly this costume was almost a mockery of fate.

(PRIMROSE POV) I stared at myself without emotion in the mirror wearing my black costume again as a vampire. My black long sleeve dress covering my white skin reaches below my knees with my black boots on. Over it is my black cloak with its huge hood that can cover my whole face.

My gaze fleetingly passed over mom and Dre before it finally met David's, heat immediately flooding my cheeks as there was a look into his eyes that I could barely describe. There was something so intense, brewing within as he took his time to sweep that burning gaze over me from head to toe, drinking in every inch of me as if he wanted to devour me. And I must admit that he himself didn't look too bad either. He was wearing a tight-fitted black shirt and black dress pants that hugged his tall and lean physique so perfectly, complemented by a crimson vest that added a dramatic effect to his royal vampire outfit, my gaze zeroing in on those delectable lips that were painted red now, a few dro

I was dressed in a black suit and black pants contrary to my mother’s wishes. “Common dear, let’s find you a nice spot to sit.” My mother ushered a bewildered Marguerite in. Estel was dressed in a dark red gown that barely reached her knees, with black long heels to match. Her white hair was held up in a curly ponytail. So was almost every other female vampire in the hall. And now, Marguerite too. My jaw hung open as I moved to the side to allow both ladies pass through. Instead of a dress, she was wearing a red leather skirt that hung mid-thigh, a black sleeveless blouse and a red leather jacket to match. She was also wearing knee-length red high heeled boots that clicked softly against the

“I don’t need to be your mate for you to belong to me, have you never seen wolves that live together without accepting each other as mates, I have no desire to deal with Dante; what I ask of you Ava is that, when you come with me, you see a side of me, you stay with me no matter what, I need to know you understand.” “I understand.” I breathed out and he smiled at me as if that’s what he wished to hear all day. —- I got dressed in the blue flawless dress, it has a slit and a V-neck, and not only that there was a little pocket in the front where I can keep a knife if I wanted it, it’s the pervert dress When I headed downstairs I found Damon already dressed; he had the suit he always wore; a b

she fumbled, fear and respect clashing like he was about to eat her or something. Like she wanted him to eat her... or something. Taking a page straight out of their early mafia playbook, these vampires never missed a beat when it came to dressing to the nines, and this one was no exception. Dressed to kill, quite literally, his dark gray suit was a perfect fit, screaming designer from every stitch. It clung to him in all the right places, but he kept it casual with a few top buttons undone, showcasing a tangled array of necklaces that probably meant something in the vampire world.

Not the same human that suffered only hours before. I stepped into the closet and ran my fingers against the different outfits I could choose from, enjoying the textures. I decided to put on boxers, dress pants that weren't baggy and made my legs show off in the slender department. I put on a white dress shirt then one of the red silky vests. I put on a matching bow tie and slipped into black dress shoes. I'll make sure to look like a presentable fledgling for Silas, a vampire king. I stepped out into my bedroom and glanced around before looking directly at him. Two maids had brought us a couple of bottles of blood while I was enjoying the soap upon my body. I gave a bright smile to Silas.

Her hair was a shock of short, white silk, catching the dim light and shimmering like spun silver. She was draped in a long, flowing gown of the purest white linen, a simple yet elegant dress that seemed to float around her as she moved. The gown was adorned with an array of beautiful, intricate golden jewelry that gleamed against her pale skin. Large, ornate earrings dangled from her earlobes, a delicate chain necklace rested on her collarbone, and heavy, detailed bangles encircled her wrists and ankles. At first glance, Lorenzo knew without a doubt what she was a vampire.