Marceline The Vampire Queen Outfits Novels & Stories

he said with an apologetic expression. My hand clenched tightly. What was wrong with that woman? Even after I warned her to stay away, here she was again. “You’re home, Dom.” I heard her voice behind me. I turned to see her walking out of the house like she owned it, wearing her usual irritating smile. She had on a black dress and a hat. The style looked familiar, and then I remembered—Marceline had worn the same style once, only hers was red. “I was waiting for you,” she said softly, stopping just a few steps from me.

What now? Couldn’t I get one moment of peace to myself? But the irritation disappeared the second I saw who it was. Marceline swept through the door dressed to perfection, not even a single wrinkle in her outfit. Her hair was pinned into that signature matronly updo she always wore when she wanted to look dignified. Her makeup was flawless, and highlighted her eyes in a way that made her look younger than she was. A sharp angry pain flared in my chest like bile. God. Was I really this far gone? Was I really feeling jealous of Marceline, that old hag? If I could envy her, then what was next? Florence and her dull plain face?

Dinner with him was no longer companionship, it was an obligation just for her survival. Still, a fragile thought tried to take shape. Maybe tonight could be different. Maybe being outside, even briefly, she could be free. Maybe... But she stopped herself. She knew better than to believe that. Marceline reached past the safe dresses, the modest ones Rafael approved of, and drew out the black dress she had not worn since before her marriage. The color felt right. Black, mourning, not for a man, but for the life she had lost. For the woman she had been before she learned to shrink.

“She’ll come, that much I’m sure of because she never goes back on her words. But she might be a bit late.” “We call it being fashionably late, cousin mine.” Amber flipped her short hair back like a fashion diva, making me smile despite my nervousness. The royal vampire couple, Erick and Alina, joined us midway, both dress in golden outfits. Erick’s suite jacket was similar to Lance’s but it was a light gold in colour and he wore a beautiful icy blue shirt to compliment his eyes. Alina’s dress too was a light gold with embroidered blue flowers on the flare of her skirt. They walked beside us until we reached the huge double doors to the throne room where Acelin stood with his hands in his po

A learning area with shelves of book was positioned at the adjacent it and two doors at the right corner that leads to the bathroom and closet plus a floor to ceiling window that opens to the balcony facing the garden. "Don't touch that moron!"I shouted at caspien when he was about to the moonstone necklace on my dressing table. "Wow relax girl, just taking a look."he said poking the gem on the necklace."I said back off."I warned him with a threatening growl."Chill girl I got you,I was just looking no need to throw a tantrum."caspien said raising his hands in mock surrender. I scoffed turning towards the bathroom."am going to wash up and don't touch anything while am at it.got it?"

I quickly looked up and didn't hesitate… "Wait—I have training with Mira tomorrow." "Cancelled." He said it almost immediately, as though he had seen my excuse coming. "Cancelled?" I asked. "I cancelled it myself." Without explanation or further questions, he turned and headed toward the door, where Krul stood waiting, his eyes still lingering on me. "And, Octavia?" Red Dragon's voice stopped me. I raised my head. "Put on a stunning red dress. I want you looking your best," he said without looking back. I paused. “A red dress? Was I not going home? Why did he want me to dress nicely?”

How will Thorne react? My heart missed a beat as soon as I saw the two pink lines on the strip. Maybe… just maybe this news will make Thorne happy. ~~~ Today was the day I become the Queen of the werwolf kingdom and also mate with Thorne rightfully. My makeup and hair has been done perfectly already, I could barely even recognize myself at the point. “I’ll go and grab the gown now.” My stylist said, referring to the regal gown that I’m meant to put on. It’s the gown that has been passed down from generations to generations and now I’m next in line to wear it.

She might be overprotective, but I knew it was because she loved me. "Thanks, Claire," I replied, and she helped me find some cute outfits. I also picked out some dresses, which shocked Claire because I was not the type to wear dresses. I told her I needed them because I would have to go to events with Lucien as the Werewolf Queen and wear a dress. Though that was one of the reasons I decided to buy some dresses, I also bought them because I wanted to look pretty for Lucien. I was sure she knew that, and I was happy when she dropped the subject.

I was perfecting my contour when Marcella opened my door, hands behind her back, and a mischievous look on her face. "What's going on?" I asked skeptically. She stopped hiding her hands and revealed a big white gift box, with a red ribbon in the middle. "What's that?" "You tell me." I snatched the box from her, and pulled off the red ribbon. I gasped slowly when I opened it. The box contained red mules and a dress. I picked up the dress and this time, Marcella gasped. It was a baby pink mini corset dress with embellished jewels.

A slice of mana-infused peach tart that I might have moaned over. King Edric sat across from me, shirt tragically buttoned this time—but that didn't stop the heat behind those proud amber eyes. He watched me like I was the center of every prophecy and pastry tray. Then came the dressing. Clarence practically danced into my room holding a gown like she had summoned it from the depths of Mount Sass. “Red,” she announced. “Velvet. Bold. Queenly. Dangerous. You’ll look like a royal warning sign.” She was right. It hugged all the right places. The sleeves were embroidered with runes that shimmered like they knew secrets. The neckline dipped low but regal—don’t test me meets divine elegance.