Labyrinth Ballroom Novels & Stories

The words only a ball take on an unexpected magnitude when we finally round the door, entering inside. My lungs freeze, the air whooshing from them. Inside the ballroom, everywhere I look is white marble. Countless pillars, a double staircase leading to higher balconies lining the perimeter, and the floor traveling through dozens of French doors. Lacy curtains swing in the outside breeze, giving the green garden through them a mysterious allure. "It's a lot. I know." Damien tugs my arm, pulling me out of my hypnosis. "My mother works wonders. She designed the whole space."

Dad giving me a war scythe means he trusts me, which makes me feel a little guilty that my parents don’t know about my rogue mission. After I pack my stuff, we head to the ballroom. The ballroom is a large oval-shaped room with dark grey marble floors, large chandeliers with many skulls holding candles illuminate the ballroom, stained glass windows with crows lining the ballroom, and the walls and ceiling are painted a dark grey with hints of dark purple swirling in the paint. The gothic-inspired ballroom is beautiful, and I forget how much I love it.

Joseph replied. "I wish I could stay for some more time. But I guess I have to go. This seems like a long staircase," Ms. Lilac eyed the staircase they reached after walking for 10 minutes. The forest was gone. Everything around them was clouds and a beautiful stairway starting from one end towards the sky. "It just looks like a long one. But it isn't. It is time for you to rest now, ma'am. You've done a great job while you were alive. I hope you will rest well," Joseph bowed his head to her.

After I finished getting dressed and played with my hair till I felt that it looked fine, I took my leave to greet everyone. I walked into the ballroom on the second floor being able to take a look at the ballroom from the balcony and I have to say that my mom did an amazing job. The ballroom walls were gold with royal blue decorations and accents. There were wolves mingling amongst themselves and lycans mingling with their own kind. It annoys me how there’s still this separation among my people. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t see my parents or brothers walk up behind me.

Luca led us along the side of the stage and behind a black curtain that concealed cables, equipment cases, and two staff members who immediately flattened themselves against the wall when they saw us coming. I lifted the front of my dress to keep from stepping on it. Sebastian placed a hand at my waist. I looked down. The ballroom carpet ended there. The service corridor ahead had polished gray stone floors, partly wet from spilled drinks. Shards of glass glittered near the wall. “Ten-million-euro Foundation,” I muttered, “and no one thought to buy a mop.” “Priorities.” We passed an overturned trolley. White napkins were scattered across the floor. An ice bucket lay on its side, water formin

Slowly my memories from my childhood before Terry and Meredith took me in, are coming back. Beyond the large dining room is the ballroom. It has stairs that lead down into the main space and it’s a circle-shaped room which is unusual. It also has a domed glass roof and when the sun shines on it the black glossy floor is lit up with a kaleidoscope of rainbows. It also has four sets of large French doors that lead out to the rear of the property and into the gardens for anyone who needs to get fresh air during a party.

His hair is neatly combed back accentuating his sharp jaw and symmetrical features, making him look every bit the gorgeous god he is. The ballroom is spectacular, everything dripping with gold and ornate designs. No expense was spared. The ballroom floor is made out of the finest oak, shined to perfection, and eight large chandeliers decorated with hundreds of diamonds and fifty candles each hang from the ceiling. The ceiling itself is a work of art, inscribed with beautiful paintings of angels and the moon goddess, laced with gold, the technique good enough to rival that of Picasso. Vases of the rarest flowers flourish the room, as well as two hundred guests and sixty waiters. Everyone is t

The Palazzo Contarini The ball was a fever dream of candle smoke and hidden intentions. The Palazzo was lit by ten thousand beeswax candles, their flickering light reflecting off the canal water that surged through the ground-floor grates. The air was thick with the scent of expensive lilies and the underlying, metallic rot of the lagoon. Hundreds of guests moved through the ballroom in a silent, choreographed dance of silk and mystery. No one used names. Every conversation was a transaction hidden behind lace and papier-mâché.

The ballroom's double doors were ornately carved, and their mahogany finish exuded warmth and tradition. As Chassy and her group entered the ballroom, they were met with a scene of grandeur. The space was vast, adorned with gilded accents and crystal chandeliers, which bathed the room in a soft, golden glow. Long, polished oak tables were arranged in a U-shape, each equipped with leather-bound chairs for the delegates. A podium at the head of the room awaited the speakers, its presence a reminder of the importance of the discussions to come. The walls of the ballroom were adorned with tasteful tapestries that depicted scenes of unity and cooperation among lycan packs. The atmosphere conveyed