Masquerade Ball Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

The skirt spread wide and soft, and a dark mask shaped like raven wings rested on top. Penelope stared. Her lips opened a little, though she tried to hide how amazed she was. “Well?” I asked with a smile. “It’s…beautiful,” she admitted, then folded her arms quickly. “The closing comes with a theme. A Masquerade ball,” She withdrew from the gown. “That unlikely going to work,” “Why?” I lifted my brow. “You know why,” she answered. “Daemon,” I muttered like I already didn't know. “Yes. Daemon and I aren’t speaking. He won’t allow it.”

I said, fearing that Alpha Jett would intentionally wanted me to sleep so we could no longer attend the masquerade party since he refused the idea at the beginning. "Alright, let's have a movie marathon," he finally said. I smiled. "Bring it on!" We watched another vampire movie, then followed by a zombie movie. At 10:00 we finally turn off the TV to get ready to wear our attire for the night and teleport to the Victorian house located on the outskirts of the city. After we finished dressing, we put on our masks covering the upper half of our faces. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded my head. "I'm more than ready," I replied eagerly.

I laugh at the irony of the masks, everyone knows exactly who’s behind the masks it’s a strange illusion of anonymity they represent. I take another glass of champagne along with my gold mask to match my dress, that I know I won’t be wearing for much longer. The ballroom is now surrounded with beds and sofa’s around the edges, still room to dance and mill if that’s what one so wishes. The lighting is dimmed to create a more intimate atmosphere and low sexy music plays in the background. Most of the vampires here are free to enjoy whomever they please throughout the rest of the evening. Only a select few have been issued playmates by my husband but those who have are off limits to anyone else

I asked. "Revenge against the castle," James replied. "Talia promised them wealth and power." The whole situation fell into place. I was surprised by Talia's manipulations and desperation as it knows no bounds. The night drew to a close, With the masquerade ball deemed with triumph. Mara and I shared a final dance, our love shining brighter than any mask. The masquerade ball was over and We went back to our rooms. As we entered our chambers, Mara let out a heavy sigh of relief, shedding her mask and gloves on the dresser.

“Is this what success feels like? Competent and boring?” “Don’t jinx it,” Whitney warned. “Boring is good. Boring means we’re not dying.” But she was smiling, and I realized we were all smiling because for once, for just this moment, we’d done our jobs without catastrophe or political conspiracy or people dying in our arms. It felt strange. Almost normal. I didn’t trust it to last. Camryn POV Miranda’s contacts came through during the third week with concrete information about the masquerade ball. House Rosetti was hosting, which made sense given Olyriane’s family connections. The Chancellor would be attending as a diplomatic courtesy. And the whole thing was happening in five days.

Fiona Point of View Where is Cara? I've not seen her since her dance with Nikolas, it's strange, Cee doesn't just disappear. I walk to the other end of the Ball Room where Xaviero and Damon are, They are all suited up, with masks on. "This is not a masquerade party." I smile hugging Damon. "I'm getting Smallville High Deja Vu." He winks. He smells so nice, their appearance yelling money, how rich are they?

Had she really mixed something in the food to put me to sleep? Oh my God! That meant the vampire ball would start in some time. I groaned mentally, I had so much to do, getting ready, finding Jasper, working on finding out this Ivan, and trying to get information out of him. I hurriedly went to the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth while stepping in the shower. Had the ball already started? But no they called it the Midnight Masquerade. I shook my head and tried to crane my ears for hearing what was going on outside. It was not quiet and peaceful like yesterday so I presumed guests had already started coming in.

“This ball is just a caricature of things we wish for but might never have again.” “Players, it's time.” The Voice chose the worst timing to blare. “Step out for the masquerade ball. The doors to every room shut tight at exactly seven pm. You don't want to be caught trapped in one.” With resignation in my stance, I turned to Stella. “Shall we?” Once I was out of the room with Stella, we held the poles of our masks closely over our eyes, and the first person my gaze fell on was Lucan.

“Tell him to enjoy the view… while he still can.” The hall outside buzzed with movement—servants rushing about, guards standing at attention, and the muffled notes of string music drifting in from the east wing. My pulse thrummed beneath my skin like war drums. Tonight was a masquerade in more ways than one. Everyone hid their intentions behind smiles and painted masks. But me? I was done pretending. The wolves in silk and satin would dance, drink, and make merry, and then the blood would spill. And when the moonlight hit the ballroom floor just right, and the crowd was thick with laughter, Alpha Kieran would feel the cold kiss of steel before the night was over.

felt him filling me so deep I could still sense the ghost of his cum inside me. I needed more. So I slipped out after he left for another “business meeting,” drove to the mansion, and let the masked attendant take my coat. Tonight I wore the same emerald gown, the same velvet mask with black feathers. My heart pounded as I stepped into the glittering ballroom. The masquerade was in full swing. Couples danced under crystal chandeliers while others disappeared into shadowed corners or private rooms. I scanned the crowd, searching for the silver wolf mask.