Labyrinth Ballroom Novels & Stories

She would attend as a statement. The ballroom was the heart of Silvercrest's social soul. A vast, soaring space of polished marble floors, crystal chandeliers that scattered light into a thousand fractured rainbows, and walls lined with enormous mirrors that reflected the assembled pack back at themselves. Tonight, it glittered with forced gaiety, an attempt to project normalcy and strength in the face of the creeping terror of the virus. The music was a little too loud, the laughter a little too bright.

***** Dad likes to host the events on familiar grounds for safety purposes. So every party was held in the Blood Moon estate. And every three years, he’d revamp the ballroom to keep things fresh. This time, the ballroom was an enormous crystal ball resting in the middle of the Blood Moon’s estate, with a square perimeter of pine trees for privacy. To get to the ballroom from the mansion—our quarters—we had to move past a maze, which was designed to keep any wandering outsider at bay and suck any intruders in for capture—and death.

is basically a five-star review at this point. The ballroom is a magnificent sight. Live music, musicians playing soft haunting tunes, marble floors gleaming under the chandeliers, and a glass ceiling arching overhead where you can actually see the stars and moon. There's a mezzanine with balcony doors overlooking the valley below. Everybody here is dressed like they're trying to out-sparkle the chandeliers.

I handed mine over to one who shivered and looked at me in fear before allowing me to pass him into the ball room. The ballroom itself had been decorated something like the ballroom from all those prince and princess type movies. An ice sculpture of Icelus (I could only presume it wasn’t of Morpheus or Phantasus) stood in the middle of the dance floor while couples twirled around it. Poppies decorated every pillar and lilies were placed in vases along the walls. “Callista! You came!” Cassia grabbed hold of my hand and dragged me toward the corner of the room where all the succubae sat laughing alluringly. She looked like a flower girl at some posh wedding, utterly cute.

Even then, I could still see the slight hardening of his jaw. The isolation, the scrutiny… I turned away suddenly, tired of noticing everything about the man. “Come on,” I said quickly to Daniel and Laurel. “Let’s go inside.” — The ballroom inside was breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers glowed overhead while orchestral music basically floated through the room. Every table gleamed with gold accents and fresh flowers. It was the kind of room built for power. For appearances. For people pretending they weren’t watching each other. Daniel checked the table placements and exclaimed, “Oh, this should be fun.”

And honestly, I don’t know if that promise is the kindest thing I’ve ever done, or the cruelest. Tyler takes my hand as we head into the breathtaking ballroom. Crystal chandeliers scatter golden light across polished marble floors. Round tables draped in ivory cloth fill the room, each centerpiece overflowing with white lilies and eucalyptus. A small jazz band plays near the dance floor as waiters weave gracefully between guests, carrying trays of sparkling drinks. It’s all so… sophisticated, exactly what Mabel envisioned. “Whoa.” Alex whistles softly. “I’m afraid to breathe in here.”

This was an unspoken, public statement, and she was entering the whirlpool at his side. The ballroom itself was a work of fine design, a spacious place that looked to have been spun from gold and crystal. Hundreds of huge crystal chandeliers hung from above, spilling a golden, broken light on the gathering. Massive floral arrangements, huge, beautiful white lily and deep red rose bombs, spilled scent into the air. There was an entire orchestra on a stage in the back of the room, the music a low, smooth, classical background to the soft hum of hundreds of talks about mergers, markets, and men like Grant Harrison.

Vanessa chuckled and walked out. I managed to stand up and walked to the door. Outside, I found girls running down the halls with curling combs and makeup bags. Boys comparing colognes and suits. Everyone wanted to look perfect. Tonight was the night they’d find their mate. The ballroom was already being decorated. Silver lanterns lined the ceiling like miniature moons. Twinkling fairy lights and roses wrapped around the pillars. Lanterns glowing, silk threads of gold dancing in the air. Crystals pulsed with energy, set at each corner of the hall to guide fate’s magic.

My feet begin to move as if tethered to an invisible force, and I don't need to open my eyes to know that I'm being pulled towards Kayden and Jayden. When my eyes finally flutter open, I'm transported into a world so far removed from reality that for a moment, I doubt my senses. Before me stands the ballroom our ballroom, an awe-inducing masterpiece that looks like it was borrowed from the pages of 'Beauty and the Beast.' The sheer enormity of the room almost takes my breath away. Towering above is an intricate glass ceiling, segmented into numerous octagonal shapes that allow the sun's dying light to filter through, bathing the entire room in an ethereal glow. The colors of the sunset—vivid

The Frozen Ballroom had been opened for the first time this solstice — a vast chamber where the floor, walls, and ceiling were made of enchanted ice that never melted, reflecting light like a thousand diamonds. Tonight it hosted the Midnight Waltz of Frost and Flame, a sensual celebration where couples danced while enchanted flames flickered harmlessly across the ice in swirling patterns of blue and gold.