Marceline The Vampire Queen Outfits Novels & Stories

It seemed too cold and desolate for a place occupied by so many people. “It’s so cumbersome to wear a dress while racing,” Allure grumbled as she stepped out of the car and turned to look at the back of her dress that was crumpled. “The next time I wear a dress, remember to carry a leather outfit with you so that I can change any time.” “Didn’t you say earlier that you wanted the act to be perfect?” Edna walked out of the car, adjusted the pleats of her long red dress, and fixed her veil. “Why did you suddenly choose to race? Lily wouldn’t do something so reckless.”

v 😞. I sat with my head bowed down in sorrow when I felt someone's presence since I didn't hear any sound but just felt the air that person blew I need no soothsayer to tell who it was, I raised my head and saw Tiara standing in front of me with her usual gorgeous look, that what brought this calamity upon us. she wore a red gown what did you expect her to wear before she's a vampiress so wearing red will only make her remember who she is, that's why she loves red.

A lot can change in a few years and even a few months, and I am no longer that spoiled princess. Caterina chose an off-the-shoulder Grecian crimson evening dress to represent the BloodCrest pack as Luna. Lilith is in a sleek black and red dress, which accentuates sexiness. Nova in a baby blue, one-shoulder evening gown which shows off her teeny tiny bump and me in a champagne evening gown with a princess neckline. Luckily for us, they were the last gowns in stock, and we also found matching shoes and accessories.

Moon-spider silk was incredibly rare, said to amplify the love in the wearer’s heart. Now, this symbol of his promise to Molly was being worn by his mistress. Seraphina noticed his gaze and preened, spinning to show it off. “Do you like it? I found it in a hidden compartment in the closet. Such a beautiful dress, a shame to let it go to waste. But now it has an owner who can truly appreciate it…” Before she could finish, Clarence slapped her across the face. The force of the blow sent her flying into the wall. She slid to the floor, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, staining her perfectly made-up face.

She was like a magnet, pulling me into her and bringing me out of my zone. Her long blonde curtain resting on her shoulder looked so smooth that I nearly ran my fingers through them just a while ago. Her skin was like rare ivory of the world and all I wanted was to touch her. Val was fashionable in her own right as she wore a long sleeve turtle neck, black skirt, and oxford lace-up heels showing off her curves and height. I wanted to squish her cheeks but I stopped myself because that would be too creepy.

Charlotte Hayes' POV We went to Jake's agency, which Damien owns. I naturally wore the long silky red gown he had bought for me, along with a matching pair of glass slippers. I wore round black glasses and a black bucket hat to avoid drawing attention to myself. My heels clacked every time they collided with the slick floor as I walked gently through the corridor. Everyone in the room was staring at me. Who wouldn't notice Damien's firm grip on my soft, left hand as we walk?

Well, I'm lucky to have a phone connected to the internet. The look on my mate's face showed that he was proud of how I looked, which I can understand. Well, I can't say the same about the queen and her minion, Selene. The moment my mate and I reached the Queen of Werewolves Altar, the smiles on their faces vanished as if they had never existed. How could they not when they were both expecting me to show up in Mery's dress? That way, I guess, they wanted everyone to believe that I'd have the same fate as her.

The words wrapped around me like a noose. “No,” I whispered. My abdomen burned—scorching, wild. I looked down, pulling up my shirt just enough to see the mark. It glowed under my skin like molten coal. The pain pulsed in rhythm with the voice. My knees buckled, but I didn’t fall. A shadow moved in the corner of my eye. I turned slowly. There she was. The woman. The witch. She emerged from the darkness like smoke curling into shape. Her body bore the charred memory of flames, and her eyes were pools of milky clouds, sightless and still too knowing.

"They should be, Julian. They really should be." ​I spent the next hour transforming. I washed the soot from my skin, let the hot water burn away the last of the refinery’s scent. I put on the velvet dress, which hugged every curve like a second skin. I did my makeup in the dark, sharp lines and blood red lips. When I looked in the mirror, I didn't see the girl with four dollars in her pocket. I saw the Queen of the Ghost Key. ​Julian was waiting for me in the foyer, wearing a charcoal three piece suit that made him look like he was made of granite. Marcus stood by the door, his hand on the handle, his expression unreadable.

Groaning, I went and stood right in front of the door and locked it, so that no one could come in and see me change, and took out the dress from the box. It was gorgeous, of course. I couldn’t expect anything less than perfection when the VampireQueenwas choosing my dress. It was a champagne coloured knee-length dress, and was off-shoulder and body hugging. Yet it didn’t look slutty at all. I only hoped it would look good on me. I took off my dress from earlier while keeping my eyes on the door at all times and quickly donned the new one. It fit perfectly. “Done?” Erick came in exactly at that instant.