Couples Costumes Vampire Novels & Stories

I opened the door only to see my twin brother and my bestfriend are wearing matching corpse attire. ‘Do they have to brag about their relationship with this single ass bitch in front of them?’ Then, Arvin came rushing, wearing the same vampire attire. I didn't expect him to wear the same attire as mine. “I thought you were not allowed to join? You're an organizer, right? So you are not allowed to have a partner, because both you and your partner are not allowed to be nominated as Halloween couple of the year. ”

When Rashida and I approached the table, they stopped their conversation and looked at me; I know they smelled me coming way before we got to them. "You asked for a younger thrall, Jeffery?" Rashida said to one of the vampires—an alabaster-skinned man whose eyes were a fluorescent gray. Out of everyone in the Jubilee, him along with the rest of his pale comrades were the only ones not following the dress code. They wore all black, the women wearing red or dark blue corsets that matched the colors of the spiked-chokers on their necks. The men (including Jeffery) wore black-vested tops; I saw the cloaks hanging on their backs. It reminded me of the books I read, seeing how they were dressed. W

Otherwise, the Vampires would eventually destroy them; they could never be loyal followers after having undergone these nightmarish living conditions. The older Vampire glanced across the room at the couple as he checked the status of the blonde woman and the dark-haired man Zabrina had finished with only moments sooner. He was dressed in a long, velvety burgundy cloak, as many Vampires tended to wear here in the ancient countries, at least when they were not out and about amongst the living. Despite his best efforts, it was obvious he was eavesdropping, and Zabrina was content to change the subject; unfortunately, her boyfriend was not.

Gary and Bethany didn’t act like it was their thing and they were back to bickering as much as they ever did so it was probably for the best that they didn’t participate. Vanessa and I were assigned roles as vampires in the basement ‘dungeon’. We stayed in our respective coffins until we heard people and then would burst out screaming and cackling at them but we could only make it so far because we were restrained by chains. Our vampire attire was a little on the provocative side so we could also, depending on the audience, switch up our tactics and choose to flirt and distract after we gave them the initial scare.

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.

Other lords were just below, sitting in their various spots as they all sat in order, in rows as they also sipped from their gold cups. Soon, The sound of a drum came and some female vampires ran into the hall, wearing loose clothing that only covered half of their bodies, they were wearing yellow clothing that was made of thin fabrics, it covered their breast part and underneath, exposing their bellies and thighs and their glinting long legs. They kept swerving along with the song from the drum that was beat by drummers, trumpets, and beads keeping the whole place lively. King Cassian Von Vendela smiled as he watched the beautiful display, his eyes roaming around the beauties who were swerv

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.

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.

The crowd cheered as she came in, looking so cute in her fairy-like attire. “You should get your costume ready; you are going after the next stanza...” Debby said, turning to her side but Ichabod was nowhere to be found.... Odin straightened his neck which made a cracking noise as he did so.... “You idiot! Why did you have to wake me up now?” “Oh my god! What is that?” “It’s a Vampire...” “It’s a werewolf.” “Damn that costume is the best I’ve seen...” “It looks so real oh my God! This is so cute!”

Long hair is scattered all over the coffin, each strand is jet-black, soft as silk, flowing smoothly under the body. Oralie looked at the girl lying in the coffin, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes showing a thoughtful expression. Because the coffin had been lying here for so long that it was covered with moss. However, lying inside was not a dry skeleton with white bones, nor a corpse rotting to the bone, but a young girl. A young girl who may be still in her youth but is infected with the ultimate grief of May. Obviously, the one lying here was a vampire, a blood-sucking demon that was at least a few hundred years old.