Elena Gilbert Halloween Costume Novels & Stories

I said carefully, "I attended a blackout masquerade for a children's hospital charity. Full masks, no names allowed until midnight, the whole point being that no one could network their way through it. I spent most of the night in a corner hating every minute, until a woman in a dark green dress asked me to dance because she said I looked like I was drowning standing up." Elena had gone very still, the anger draining out of her face and leaving something far more dangerous behind it, recognition. The office lights hummed softly overhead, the city glittering behind her through the floor to ceiling glass, and I watched her hands curl slightly at her sides as though bracing for a fall she had n

Beside him, Elena was wearing a golden gown that looked cheap compared to the emerald silk wrapping my waist. When Julian turned and saw us, his glass slipped an inch in his fingers, amber liquid sloshing over the crystal rim. His eyes widened, scanning me from my styled dark hair down to my velvet heels. Beside him, Elena froze, her red lips parting in genuine shock. "Look at them," I whispered to Vincent, keeping my lips fixed in a cool, distant smile. "They look like they saw a ghost." "They thought you were buried in a ditch," Vincent said, his hand resting light over mine at his elbow. "Now they see you wearing the family crown. Enjoy it."

"Now, focus on where you want to be in a week's time. Nothing serious, just an event coming up. The Halloween party, maybe? Think about your costume, the one Sam picked out for you. Think about what you're going to look like at the party. Focus on the party, focus on a detail from the party and relax your mind, let your power take over." Ellie heard Stefano's voice in her head, encouraging her as she focused on the costume that Sam had picked out for her. It was an easy thing to focus on, Sam had elaborate taste and she had picked out a ridiculous demon costume, likely thinking it was funny. The dress was black, the skirt layered with red and orange tulle. It included red tights with these e

He inhaled deeply, more than he meant to, letting the scent settle into him. Then he saw her; the source of the laughter. She and a little girl he recognized as Ruby, were by a counter. Elena had her back half-turned to him so he could only see the side of her face. A chef’s hat perched slightly askew on her head, an apron wrapped snugly around her slender form. The table was set with four plates of wraps identical in appearance. She smiled and asked. “Mini-chef Ruby, are you ready?” “Yes,” Ruby responded in excitement.

Outside, she could see the glow of a barbecue and more people gathered around it. What the hell? Elena descended the stairs slowly, still half-asleep and completely confused. When had this started? How had she slept through people setting all of this up? She reached the bottom and stood there awkwardly, suddenly very aware that she was in leggings and an oversized t-shirt while everyone else looked like they’d stepped out of a magazine. “Elena!” Vivian appeared from the crowd, wine glass in hand, smiling that perfect hostess smile. She was in a silk dress that probably cost more than Elena’s entire wardrobe, her makeup flawless, her hair styled in soft waves.

She closed her eyes, knowing he was only provoking her. She felt his breath on her neck, “Get ready at 6. I am a punctual man.” He left her and Elena turned to Gina. “Sorry to say, but your brother is a total dickhead.” Elena found herself dressed in a royal blue gown, which had a sweetheart neckline and a long flowing bottom, which flared around her feet. It had a slit too, but Elena wanted her legs covered. The stylist did a smokey eye makeup, put on a dark lipstick on her lips and the hairdresser tied a sleek low bun.

If I couldn't stop the ritual from starting, maybe I could make sure it didn't finish the way they wanted. As evening approached, Elena returned with several other women to help me get ready. They bathed me in water mixed with strange herbs that made my skin tingle, then dressed me in a white ceremonial gown that looked more like a funeral shroud. "You look beautiful, darling," Elena said, brushing my hair until it shone. "Just like your mother did." "You mean the mother you murdered?" "Catherine was beautiful too," Elena said without a trace of shame. "It's a pity she couldn't see the reason."

Elena Romano had always known that revenge was a patient game. But tonight, she wasn’t going to be patient. Tonight, she would step into the lion’s den and remind Killian Graves exactly who he had underestimated. Standing before the mirror in her penthouse, she slid her hands over the silk of her deep crimson gown. It clung to her curves like a second skin, the dangerously high slit revealing just enough to be tempting. The plunging neckline and open back left little to the imagination—but that was the point.

“I’ll be going out soon, so get ready.” Elena graced the ballroom as the spotlight fell on her. She donned a pristine, white gown. “Oh, wow! She is breathtaking!” “Oh, my goodness! Ms. Larson is so gorgeous!” When he heard the excited murmurs, Gerald looked up to the stage.

“Breathe.” Elena sent her Mate a hopeful smile, and the astonishment on his face melted back into ease. Elena wore a light gold dress, light enough to melt into her alabaster skin. Her long white hair was down, with two braids wrapping around her crown. A diadem wrapped around her forehead with a single Moonstone in the center. Instead of flowers, she carried her daughter in her arms.