Masquerade Ball Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Dante noted. “Oh, really?” I asked as we got out of bed to get dressed. “Yes, haven’t you heard?” he answered with a smirk. “The Golden Hive is throwing a masquerade ball.” *** I adjusted the fancy white mask on my face. It was beautiful with intricate patterns and silver studs on it. I was wearing a white ball gown that was tight at the waist and went out at the bottom that Valerie let me borrow. She had invited me to get ready with her in her room even though I would have preferred to get ready with my roommates. But getting close to her could bring results to my investigation, so I went, and it wasn't like I could say no to her invitation either.

Joanne’s POV The palace glittered beneath the silver glow of the moon. Lanterns carved with delicate crescent patterns floated in the air, shedding soft light that shimmered off marble pillars. The gardens had been transformed into a dreamscape of silver and sapphire, vines wound with fairy lights, fountains spelling crystal water that caught the moon’s reflection through the moonroof. Tonight was the Moonlit Masque, the most celebrated vampire ball of the season. Every noble vampire in the realm attended, cloaked in silk and velvet, their faces hidden behind their masks, which were fashioned like stars and shadows.

Something’s not right, I can feel it but I just don’t know what and it’s driving me nuts, I can hardly focus on my tasks for the day, I keep checking in on Maxi who basically told me to stop bothering her when I mindlinked and called her for the twelfth time in four hours, so I had to resort to checking in on her through Amanda, who obviously can’t express her displeasure with me if she has any as her Alpha and King. I finally break off and head back to my chambers to have a shower and get ready as my Queen is on the way back to do the same, I want to be ready and out before she gets back so I can take her in when she’s completely dressed and descends the stairs to meet me. This year, the ba

"Me? Making you nervous? I’m pretty sure the only thing you're nervous about is whether they’ll have enough of that fancy scotch whiskey you like." He chuckled softly. "Okay, maybe there's that too. But seriously, you need to calm down. It's just a party." His words were meant to reassure me, but I still couldn’t shake the fear creeping up my spine. "Just a party?" I squeaked. "Darius, it’s a masquerade ball full of people! Powerful werewolves! Alphas! What if they can sense how out of place I am?" "Stop worrying over nothing," he reassured me, reaching over to take my hand. His touch was firm and comforting. "It's not some stuffy Alpha summit. It's supposed to be fun. Relax."

The aftermath of the masquerade hung over the Moretti estate like a storm cloud, heavy and suffocating. Chandeliers glimmered in the vast ballroom, but the glittering lights could not dispel the tension, the whispers, or the realization that the night had been a trap. Isabella Voss stood near the balcony, her crimson gown slightly rumpled from the chaos, her mask half askew. Her chest heaved as adrenaline still coursed through her veins, and her sharp eyes scanned the room. Every face, every gesture, every sound was a potential threat.

POV: Callum | Parliament Annual Ball, West End The invitation used the word mandatory, which was at least honest. He wore a borrowed mask and a jacket that fit well enough to pass and walked into the Parliament Ball beside Valentina, who moved through the entrance hall like she had been doing this her whole life, which in some sense she had, the half of her life that was vampire rather than hunter. She had explained the event to him on the walk over in the practical tone she used for things that made her uncomfortable: annual gathering, everyone attended, the masks were tradition rather than anonymity because everyone knew who everyone was, the point was the performance of civility rather th

A quick guess had told him that she was the type who seemed to like those things, and from the delighted look on her masked face, he knew his hunch had been correct. Kendra fortunately hated them just as much as he did, if not worse. This year’s Supernatural Ball had a Masquerade Theme, which Killian was actually quite grateful for as it allowed him to avoid the blatant stares and hushed whispers of the ton as they discussed his condition. He was used to them by now though, and today was all about Artemis, so he wasn’t going to let anything ruin that. As he danced with his companion—and they did do a lot of dancing— his mind couldn’t help but stray towards his beta.

Judd said as he used a cloth to remove the excess lube and helped her to stand. "One last item," he said. He presented her with a black Venetian lace mask. "I have one like it. Well, nearly anyway. The Fantasy Ball is a masquerade. No one will ever know who we are." Using the tip of her forefinger, Jessi lightly stroked the beautiful creation. Delicate black filigree would cover most of her face from her upper lip to her forehead, and the mask had dramatic white rhinestone brows that arched from the inner corners of her eyes to the middle of her temples. She held the mask in place while Judd fastened it behind her head.

She hasn’t talked to her friends for a week because of her stupid deal with Eric, but everything ends tonight. Once she got the information she needed from Grayson, she wouldn’t need Eric anymore. She could finally stop pretending of being his girlfriend. Alice grabbed her mask for tonight’s masquerade ball and stared at it. It was a silver and Rosso red mask with silver and red hand-painted swirls and details. It perfectly matched her vintage-inspired bright red ball gown that has silver swirls and designs at the bottom. It was magnificent, and Alice loved it. “You ready?” Her father’s head peeked from her door.

I hoped that whoever my mate turned out to be would see beyond my vampire lineage and appreciate the person I was underneath. Entering the masquerade ballroom, the sight that greeted me took my breath away. The room was a vision of opulence and grandeur, filled with guests from both vampire and werewolf clans mingling and chatting animatedly. The air was charged with excitement and anticipation, and I felt a surge of nervous energy course through me. Spotting Chloe across the room, my heart skipped a beat. She looked stunning in her gown and mask, radiating grace and beauty as she moved through the crowd. Our eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still as we shared a moment of sil