Couples Costumes Vampire Novels & Stories

She'd present herself as a reformed hybrid seeking to help eliminate others like her. The cover stories were elaborate but necessary, backed by false documentation and vampire contacts willing to vouch for our identities if questioned. The night of the council meeting arrived with clouds covering the moon and temperature dropping below freezing. We dressed in formal vampire attire that Sophia had acquired, expensive clothing that projected ancient wealth and power. Dante wore a black suit with silver accents, his appearance striking enough to command attention while fitting vampire aesthetic preferences. I wore a deep red gown that displayed both elegance and subtle threat, jewelry that sugg

But then I see two shadows step forward. ‘They’re here,’ my father says. Everyone steels themselves or stands in a fighting stance as two vampires approach. I shake my head of the familiar feelings I always felt around Micah and try to concentrate on the two vampires standing in front of my father with my dagger in hand, ready to strike. The male vampire has blonde hair combed back and wears a black suit with a red vest and shirt underneath. The woman has dark brown hair past her shoulders and wears a two-piece red silk dress. The top is a corset followed by a long silky skirt. They look ready to attend a ball rather than a meeting with werewolves at the edge of the woods. They only appear t

Also, let’s not forget that so far, I’ve almost been raped, beaten, and touched inappropriately. These auctions are usually in sessions: during the first session, human males are sold off then there is an intermission. The last session is when females get sold. To prepare for this idiocy, we are given clothing items that we’d never be caught dead in-clean underwear and fancy clothing so that we would at least look decent enough for the rich vampires. My outfit was a lime-coloured, off-the-shoulder dress that fit the top-half of my body like a glove and then flowed down my legs, leaving a little train behind me. It was a beautiful dress, dare I say I actually did not look lifeless in forever.

I know only rich Alpha's and their Lunas, Betas and their families, plus other rich individuals in the werewolf world are the only ones invited. I start getting ready by washing up and putting on my new fabulous dress. I put on make up and do my hair, curling it into simple waves. I would have asked for someone to help me get ready, but I don't want an exaggerated make over. I want a simple but beautiful look which I can give myself.

Even with the hollowness of their cheeks and the lack of vitality in their faces, these women from varying nations could easily be considered sensuous beauties. Black candles were lit all around the perimeter of the room. Their flickering flames cast shadows that added to the eeriness of the occasion. Stevenson mingled freely amongst the vampires in the room. He was dressed in his finest eighteenth century attire that he’d had made specifically for occasions when he received an invitation from Wadim.

His blond hair was disheveled and there was a smudge on one of his cheeks. Even in costume, he had that all-American boy look about him. On his arm was his date, Melinda. She was a vampire and tonight she looked the part. Her short red dress was cut low and her dark hair was straight and slick. She wore black eyeliner to enhance her eyes and blood red lipstick. Her outfit came as a bit of a shock. The girl was usually more reserved. I smiled at them both. "You and your committee did a wonderful job. I'm impressed with how it all turned out."

They planned to stay before and behind me just incase a threat appears. Thank God I wore a red sunglasses and black hat. I wore a crop top, a red leather jacket, black trousers on black heels. A purse in my left hand and Aiden’s hand in the other hand. Aiden and I are on matching outfits. Tasha and Tareem are on all black, Tash and Abigail are on a red outfit. Yes, you should have gotten the point by now. We have more of a red and black outfit. We stand at a castle as vampires stand in two lines ready to welcome us, a red carpet from my car to the door. Tash and Abigail, Tareem and Tasha are walking on the carpet. Aiden and I behind them.

"Good morning, my love. I suppose we can't hide in here forever?" I snorted. "Not unless you want dear dad to come drag us out himself." We dressed quickly, stealing glances and touches as we went. I opted for a blood-red silk blouse and leather pants – might as well look the part of Hell's princess. Sebastian chose a crisp black shirt and slacks, ever the picture of vampiric elegance. The walk to the dining room felt like a march to the gallows. I could practically feel Sebastian's anxiety radiating off him in waves.

I’m entangled in blankets and in Samael’s arms, enjoying this time with my mate when a knock on the bedroom door interrupts us. Samael is a blur as he runs to open it. Two vampires in red and black uniforms – the colours I’ve noticed all the workers in the castle wear – are on the other side of the door and present Samael with a large box and a glass vase full of flowers.

It's milling with students wearing hideous, scary and gothic costumes—any shade you wish to see. There are spooky tents everywhere with scarecrow shapes, and students are mingling under them. The girls quickly fixed their vampire fangs since they're both vampires tonight. Yvonne went extra, drooling tonic on their chins like real blood, and that completed their looks before they sashayed their ways into the crowd of students. "Hey vampire girls!" A known voice made them turn at a time to see Pascal who's dressed like Bluebeard with a large smile on his face.