Elena's Dress At The Mikaelson Ball Novels & Stories

Arm-in-arm with him walked Elena Vance. She wore a tailored crimson silk coat dress, her chestnut hair styled in a sleek, sovereign knot, her emerald eyes blazing with an unyielding, queenly fire. On her finger, the black diamond band, the white diamond ring, and the pink diamond eternity band flashed under the cold chandelier lights with icy, untouchable brilliance. Behind them marched Marcus Knox and twelve elite tactical operatives, securing the perimeter with silent, lethal discipline. Absolute, paralyzed silence fell over the grand ballroom. The elite aristocrats of Vienna stared in unadulterated horror at the man and woman they had just plotted against.

Half an hour before I was to seal a blood bond, my vampire fiance's steward stopped me outside my own bedchamber. "I'm sorry, Your Grace, but your key doesn't fit this lock." His words made my stomach drop. "That's impossible. Crowley Ashbourne handed it to me himself." "According to our records, the bedchamber is currently occupied by Lady Elsa Ashbourne, Lord Crowley's adopted sister. She set a ward over it, and only Lord Crowley's blood seal can open the door." My lady's maid, Marta Bell, went white at the steward's answer. The bonding gown, the moonstone ring, every single thing the ceremony required, all of it was still inside that room. In half an hour, vampire nobles from every territ

I said to her. “For a maid, you sure have nerves.” She said, I rolled my eyes at her, I was in no way interested in any sort of drama. “What do you want?” I asked her once again and she tossed a dress at me, it landed on my feet and I looked down at it, it was a maid's uniform. “Ezra wants you to wear that, make sure you don’t ruin our party.” She said, I didn’t say a thing to her, I glared at her.

Dorrin was already at my father’s side, his body rigid, his eyes fixed on Alexander with a warning I couldn’t decipher. Then the ballroom doors burst open, and Elena was announced. Late, as always. She entered like the hall belonged to her, chestnut hair slicked into a neat bun that glistened under the chandeliers. A glittering ear cuff caught the light with every step. Her lips were painted the dark red of figs, her eyes razor-sharp. The dress she wore clung to her body like it had been made of sin itself—sheer, glittering mesh embroidered with stars, daring cuts that revealed far too much. One translucent sleeve, one bare shoulder. She looked both breathtaking and venomous.

Joe was going to be taking us there. Elena's eyes continued scanning the whole building. “We are running late!” I reminded her. You know how ladies' preparation can be and with Elena here, she would surely take a lot of my time. “Oh sorry,” Elena huffed. I picked the package from George so Elena and I sauntered upstairs. ~ “This dress looks so gorgeous on you!” Elena gasped at the dress George had sent to me after I wore it. It was a black sequin high neck feather hem mini dress with long sleeves.

It would have been too dark anyway. A few steps later find us outside of Elena’s room. The door is left wide open but Elena is nowhere to be seen. We step inside and my mouth drops to an ‘O’. This room is immense! It’s practically the size of our new house! “She must be getting ready for the ball,” Connor explains, “ I’ll leave you here to wait for her.” “The ball?” My eyes fall on the most beautiful white dress on her bed. “Yes, Hunter’s bringing her to one,” Connor says simply as if it is the most common thing to go to but why is Hunter bringing my sister to a ball? She is but a wolfless omega. A sudden pang of jealousy hits me and I fist my fingers.

And no matter how much she fought… She wasn’t sure she could escape. Not this time. ------- Elena stood before the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of the borrowed gown. The dress was elegant—midnight blue, simple yet refined, with a neckline that dipped just enough to be alluring without surrendering to extravagance. It was nothing like the designer gowns she knew the other women at the gala would be wearing, but she refused to give Damien the satisfaction of seeing her in something he had chosen. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the thin silver bracelet on her wrist. It wasn’t nerves. At least, that’s what she told herself. It was frustration—at Damien, at this entire situati

“What brought you back after all this time?” Elena smirked, removing her glasses with flair. “I have a masquerade ball to plan, obviously,” she said as if it were the most important event of the century. Kai’s eyes widened. “Damn… I forgot about the masquerade ball.” Klaus folded his arms, watching her closely, his usual frown deeper than usual. “You never come back unless there’s something more going on,” he muttered under his breath. Elena raised a perfectly arched brow, overhearing him. “Oh, little brother, don’t be so suspicious. I only come bearing drama, decadence, and a designer wardrobe.”

I smirk, slow and deliberate, before leaning closer to Sofia, close enough to make it look dangerous but not enough to mean a damn thing. Elena’s jaw tightens, and she spins on her heel, stalking toward the lecture hall like she doesn’t care. But her flushed cheeks and stiff shoulders give her away. ~ELENA~ How dare that girl hold him like that?? The guts of her to ask him if he's coming for the masquerade ball party! What is a masquerade ball party anyway?? Dress up like a masquerade or what?? Was that an invitation?? And she thinks she'll have Nico all to herself if he comes for the party??

“Sister, you look so pretty. Can we dance together tomorrow at the ball?” The child burst into her bedroom when she was trying on her dress for the ceremony for the final time, a shiny beaded silver gown that was the most dazzling attire she’d ever had for herself. “Milan, kids of your age aren’t allowed at the late ball.” Their mother reminded him. Elena felt a twist in her belly when she saw her mother and her brother walking into the room. Laila had gone to look for the bouquet, and the other maids didn’t know any better, so they let this woman in.