Masquerade Ball Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Alyssa floated to the window and looked out at the lawn below. “It looks like the celebration is beginning,” she said. “The ball will be in full swing, soon.” “Ball?” I asked. Alyssa turned to me and smiled. “A masquerade. It’s the largest of the events. The most important to my people.” I sidled up beside her, peering down at the palace grounds. A cluster of well-dressed werewolves were making their way to the Barnsil building. “There will be a ball every night,” Alyssa explained. I couldn’t tell if she was sad about the matter, or if the sight of the festivities sparked some sort of romance in her.

"I got us tickets to the Crimson Masquerade next Friday. Costumes, dancing, dramatic lights, vampires, forbidden lovers — all the dramatic things you love. I have something I want to share with you first, before anyone else. Figured this would be the right place to tell you. Love, L." Two tickets were attached. A real masquerade ball. An exclusive one. The kind I’d dreamed of since I was a kid. I squealed and called him immediately, but it went to voicemail. I texted him instead, threw off my covers, and sprinted to Maya’s room. "Maya!" She jolted upright, clutching her blanket. "What the hell—"

Death said. “I don’t think so.” Heaven and look down. CHAOS is inside his room and trying the suits that his mom sends to him, he keeps complaining to her because she literally sends him 10 different suits a side from the suits he sends for his other friends, but all she replies is giggled. The ball was the theme masquerade and they did just announce that earlier good thing the all has a mask what is actually a mask that every DB member has, his is just different.

Then he steps back, takes my hand and kisses my palm. “Thank you for the dance, my lady,” The crowd erupts into cheers and rounds of applause. I’m grateful for the fox mask covering my face, that way they won’t have to see my tomato red cheeks. Vincent snakes his hand around my waist and leads me off the dance floor. “You’re playing your role perfectly,” he whispers so only I can hear. I look around our surroundings. A lavish masquerade ball hosted by one of Vincent’s many friends. My gaze sweeps over the numerous faces covered with animal masks. I can’t spot Charles. It’s been an hour, where is he?!

Falling into my bed still fully dressed, I’m soon out as a light. I knew I shouldn’t have gone to this stupid masked ball.

How long would I continue like this? The masquerade ball was much bigger than I had expected. The exotic crowd in masks, the champagne flutes filled with drinks held up high. The subtle laughs, the chattering, the side looks from masked faces. Everything was making my head spin. “Are you okay?” Vince asked, never letting off his grip on my waist. “Yes.” I lied, suppressing the urge to throw up. I wasn’t the party type and this was something more extra than any casual party. “I guess she behaved.” Someone said behind us. It was Luca. I could still recognize him in a black mask similar to Vincenzo's. He looked dashing in his all black tux. An image of me kissing him flashed in mind.

While he liked the fact that Damien was falling more and more into the rabbit hole as he got closer to Maya, it still annoyed him that Maya thought she could control him that way “Since she wants to play that game, I guess I should humor her a bit.” He thought to himself, his jaw twitching. The next moment, he smiled brilliantly, “No sir, there’s nothing more to say. But I still want to remind you of the masquerade ball happening next week..” Damien froze, a slight thoughtful frown on his face. Maya also stopped, her eyes widening in delight. The Masquerade Ball! That had been the major reason why she had almost turned the mall upside down, looking for a dress that would make her stand out.

Kasen picked up his black mask, turned his back on them, and walked out. The masquerade ball was a glittering, decadent display of wealth and shadow. The grand ballroom was filled with hundreds of masked billionaires, classical music swirling under the high, vaulted ceilings. The masks hid the greed and hunger of the elite, their eyes shining behind gold and silver lace. Kasen stood in the shadows of a marble pillar, his eyes glued to Maeva. She wore a breathtaking, midnight-blue gown, her face partially obscured by a delicate silver lace mask. Julian was standing beside her, trying to look charming despite the faint red marks on his neck.

“Oh, moon help me, Nara. Do you know what happens at the masquerade ball? If Alpha Kain has asked you, it doesn’t matter whether you say yes or not. He won’t take no for an answer unless you’re willing to offend him and I bet you, you don’t want to. How do you keep getting entangled with people you’re supposed to stay away from?” I pursed my lips. She was already this worried. If I told her Kain also suggested that I fake dated him, I wondered what she’d say. She’d definitely freak out. At least she was taking her job to help me survive seriously. I swallowed, “So, what happens at the masquerade ball?” “Things that would be too much for your human mind to comprehend.” “Can you be clear at le

Vivian and I agree with him completely. A plump bar-mistress walks around the tables holding a basket, handing out flyers. We take one each, reading them, and I exhale with relief, knowing we have just found our plan. I read the flyer out loud, which announces a masquerade ball will be held in Maia’s honour at West Wallow Castle tomorrow night. The ballroom will be filled with disguised guests in masks and different facial coverings. ‘This is it. This is our plan,’ I say, grinning and swigging my drink.