Marceline The Vampire Queen Outfits Novels & Stories

I said, picking the first outfit, which was a long-sleeved, heart-necked princess dress with beautiful details. Soon enough, I was dressed in my outfit and seated at a vanity table as they dabbed light makeup on my face. I couldn't help but notice how pale it made me seem. "All ready," Adele said a few minutes later, her eyes bright as she gave me a hand. "Shall we?"

In fact, Rose did my makeup so perfectly that I felt like a real princess, from the gold necklace and bracelet my father brought me to the breathtaking A-line black chiffon dress pooling around me. I stood and strolled to the full-length mirror. I spun, the dress lifting and swaying. Many of the scars on my arms were gone after adjusting to werewolf blood. I leaned in and ran a finger over my cheeks. They were fuller; in fact, I ran a hand over my hips. I had more of a shape than when I first went with Sebastian. Rose clapped her hands together. “You look gorgeous. All the nobles are going to want to talk to you.”

After my scars were fixed, I started accepting invitations to high-society events. Before, I'd avoid every gathering possible, and when I couldn't get out of it, I'd wear a veil to hide my face. I'd spent so long covering up that I'd almost forgotten what I looked like without the scars. Rosetti didn't give a damn about appearances. He'd show up to every party like nothing was wrong, totally ignoring all the "Beauty and the Beast" comments people made behind our backs. What I didn't know was that while I was on Rosetti's arm at these events, someone else was always watching from the shadows.

“This marks the sixth death in two months. The Council has yet to identify the group calling themselves the ‘Rogue Cell,’ led by the mysterious ‘Monster Queen.’ Fear is gripping the Alpha Elite as the killer continues to bypass the most advanced security systems in Nocturna…” I scoffed and muted the screen. "The Monster Queen. What a ridiculous name." "She’s efficient, Kaelen," Silas reminded me. "No DNA. No footprints. Just bodies." The elevator opened to the penthouse of Lord Aaron, a man who had spent his life hoarding riches and looking down on the weak. Now, he was slumped over his desk, his eyes wide with a terror that had frozen on his face. The room was covered in blood. Whoever did

"You won't get there for 8 more hours." Rose smiled, and dreamed Of a strange woman, with violet eyes, dark skin like cinnamon, a small chest whose nipples were brown like syrup, and fangs. She dreamed of kissing this siren - a vampire? A lamia? An Aswang Queen. The dream girl wore a silver starlet crystal crown, delicate as fine bone China. And the mountains burned beneath her, a poison garden of baby bones. "I am what you seek, Rose Smith," the treacherous dream girl said.

"Go get ready." *** Mariana found the perfect nightclub attire which was a backless bodycon, short mini dress with sequins glitter sparkle deep V-neckline. The dress accentuated her breasts, and shapely round her ass, giving her a sultry and attractive appearance. She paired the dress with her black heels that were still laid inside the box. She was getting out of the room, when Marcello came out from his. Her blood thrummed at seeing him in a black suit with a solemn expression . He was just too handsome. Too strong and rough.

"Gwyn dear, Death has arrived." The vampire Queen was wearing black spandex shorts and a black spandex top, exposing her midriff. She stood 5'11" tall. She had short white hair that was spiky in the front with a boxier build than Lucius. Her skin was partially tanned, along with one (left) red eye and one (right) blue. "Good to see you again. I trust you're prepared?" Death sighed and asked Mira to watch from above. "These fights tend to get messy and I don't want to have to worry about you getting hit."

Racheal replied. "Alright." Marcel said then hung up, placing his phone back into his trouser's jacket. True to her word, Rachael walked out of her house fully dressed in a black mini skirt and blue crop top that shows off her flat tummy. Marcel took a good look at her, he didn't know why but at that moment he compared Rachael to Abigail. Abigail had always looked good in whatever she wore, and she wore mostly covered clothes. Racheal climbs on top of the bike, her hands holding onto him tightly, "Ready?" Marcel asked her.

Stepping out of the uber and waving goodbye to Gina, she began heading home, Marcella felt like she just had the best week of her life so far while a dark part of her told her that she had to be prepared for a very bad crash. Marcella arrived at the Founder's event, wearing one of the outfits they got. A white long floral gown that had an off shoulder and a high slit paired with a small purse hanging off her shoulder. The sun was shining bright and the air was filled with excitement as the festival was in full swing. Gina spotted her from afar and waved her over, her own short gown fluttering in the breeze. "Marcella, you look stunning!" she exclaimed as she hugged her friend. "I knew that d

It was through this same way his parents were killed , so he wasn't going to make the same mistake of pitying humans. They were food to him and always will be. Nothing more . He went to his closet and looked around, he settled on black body hug top and pencil jeans. Just because he was the oldest doesn't mean he has to look like it . He was the hottest vampire in his country, he loved the title and he intended to keep it that way. His hair was always silk , he had smooth wavy hair, making his oval face long and handsome. He put on his latest collection of shoes and his wrist watch which he got from Diesel. It was part of the Mr Daddy 2.0 series. He was very rich and he loved spending his mon