Labyrinth Ballroom Novels & Stories

The Grand Ball was a nightmare of grotesque luxury. The ballroom was carved from obsidian, the floors polished so bright they looked like pools of black ink. In the center of the room, a "Living Fountain" stood—four humans suspended in gold frames, their wrists weeping red wine into crystal basins. Vampires in velvet and lace drifted through the room, their fangs glinting as they sipped from the fountains. "What the f**k is this?" Kaelor’s whisper was a low vibration in his chest. His fingers clawed at the floorboards of the wagon as Silas led them out onto the display floor.

"Get Isabella to the basement." I caught his wrist. "No." He looked at me. His gray-green eyes mirrored my resolve. "This time, I'm not hiding," I said firmly. The front doors blew inward. Smoke and the metallic scent of blood flooded the air. Lorenzo stood in the doorway, his black coat splattered red. He looked unhinged. The tenderness I once knew had vanished. Red veined his eyes. When he saw me behind Dante, he smiled. "Isabella, my good girl," he said softly. "The ballet isn't over. Why did you leave the stage?"

FIVE-STAR HOTEL GRAND BALLROOM] The grand ballroom of the Rosewood Hotel had been transformed into something out of a fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting prismatic light across the room. White and gold fabric draped elegantly along the walls, interspersed with cascading arrangements of white gardenias and pink peonies, Shayla's favorites. Round tables dressed in ivory linens surrounded a spacious dance floor, each centerpiece a work of art featuring candles and more flowers.

I reassure myself that tomorrow we’ll be out of sight and out of mind - lest our presence ruin the aesthetics of this very special event. We trudge to the packhouse and my jaw drops in despair as I take in the ballroom they want us to scrub. The floor is white marble and requires a softer soap and brush… this makes it harder to get the desired shine and naturally takes longer too. My knees groan of their own accord.

The ballroom smelled like money and perfume. Crystal chandeliers scattered light across polished marble. A string quartet murmured something expensive and forgettable in one corner. Glasses clinked. Soft laughter rippled under it all, a little too practiced to be real. Lys hated it on sight. Which was, of course, why she was here.

Roses grew out of the walls, matching the crimson carpet. The ballroom had a stage, upon which an orchestra of immortals performed oddly jolly music with strings and horns. The floor teemed with demons, many of them dancing together, and all of them impeccably dressed. Dancing couples were more spaced out than I was accustomed to, presumably so that lilitu wouldn’t accidentally whack each other with their wings.

she started to argue, but her words were cut short as the elevator doors opened, and Aiden walked out, leaving her behind. As Elsie entered the ballroom, she was captivated by the dazzling lights and sparkling chandeliers that illuminated the grand space. The walls were adorned with tapestries of famous artworks, and she stared at each one, admiring the talent of the artists and the seamless brushwork. The crystal chandelier at the center of the ballroom displayed dazzling light that reflected on the polished marble floor. The grandeur and elegance of the ballroom spoke volumes about the wealth of the Hawthornes. Even the seating arrangements with round tables covered in crisp white and blue

Alexander whispered, as if reminding me of our truce and the rules we had made. I smiled sweetly. “Of course, love. I will be at my very best today.” Alexander smiled faintly as we arrived at the grand ballroom, which stood completely empty. I was in awe—it was everything I imagined it would be for the porcelain contest. “This is the place, and we’ll make sure it will be appropriate for a porcelain contest to take place,” Olive said with a smile as she gestured toward the ballroom. The ballroom stretched before us like something taken straight out of a dream—vast, grand, and unapologetically extravagant. The ceiling soared impossibly high above, and massive crystal chandeliers hung overhead,

I had a hard time paying attention to where we were going, having bumped into two tables and nearly broken a vase. Avery stopped in front of the ballroom doors. “I want this entire place shining by the time I come back.” She gave me a view of her back as she walked away. I was glad to have her gone. Maybe I could focus on my task now without hunger pains. I found a bucket full of soapy water, a broom, and a rag in the corner of the ballroom. I went to work, starting with sweeping the wood floors. The ballroom was as large as the courtyard with the red roses to the east. The ceilings were nearly forty feet high with intricate molding curling into leaves. Three elegant chandeliers dropped from

If I ever find love, I hope it's a deep as those two have for one another. Uncle Leo excuses himself as aunt Brianna and their teenage twins set, Noah and Sophia, request him. I give the twins a fist bump before walking away to find Jessie. The ballroom's architecture is covered fifty percent with glass, on the side giving access to the garden. The other fifty percent contains golden victorian crown molding, tied with the same yellow details of the three equally spaced chandeliers. Pearl white walls and greenery arrangements tone down the extravagant elements displayed throughout the room.