Masquerade Ball Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Tonight, she would face the woman called The Red Widow. She had been mentioned only in code — seen in photographs, never in person. But Amara felt it in her gut. Tonight, the enemy would walk among them. And she'd be ready. The Masquerade Begins The grand ballroom swelled with music and murmurs. Chandeliers reflected off the marble, casting fractured light across silk gowns and masked faces. Luca appeared beside her like a phantom — dressed in tailored black, mask carved with Sicilian silver. His presence burned beside hers.

This was the annual Masquerade Gala, the one night a year where the monsters of the corporate world wore masks that finally matched their souls. ​I stepped onto the polished marble floor, my heels clicking with a rhythm that felt far too much like a countdown. Click. Click. Click. Every step was taking me further away from my old life and deeper into the mouth of the beast. My dress, a deep midnight blue that shimmered like a bruised sky, felt like armor. It was backless, draped low to show off the skin I had spent years caring for, all to serve as a distraction. The lace mask over my eyes was tight, the delicate patterns pressing into my skin, reminding me that tonight, Elena Sterling did n

“You don't have a freaking choice!” “What if Xander sees me or the press?” I asked in a concerned voice. “It's a masquerade ball for a reason,” she said, raising the masks for me to see. “Here's yours,” she said, throwing it on my lap. It was a delicate creation of silver filigree, adorned with tiny precious stones. “Perfect!” She yelled. The grand ballroom was spectacular. I threw a chef's kiss in my head. The crystal chandelier casted a soft glow over the swirling sea of masquerades, like myself.

I got up and walked to the girl, stopping by her chair. "Elaine" I called her and my fingers brushed against her cheek "it’s okay, you won’t be seen like that, I promise you, okay? And... would it calm you down if I told you this was gonna be a masquerade?" Her eyes sparkled as she stared at me again. "Masks?" Smile. "Yes, a masquerade ball." "So... don’t you need to see my face?" "No." "And... can I still... learn to dance with you?" She asked and her voice now had a sly tone like that of a child who is afraid of getting a no.

Six months later… Joana looked into the gift that the evergreen river had gifted her for her wedding day. It was a magic mirror that allowed her and any other vampire to see their reflection. She looked into it and saw how beautiful she looked in the magical flowery dress the pixies had made for her for her special day. This gift was truly a keeper and she sure would cherish it.

Curiously, I scrolled up till he pointed at the computer screen. “The annual Masquerade Ball is October 31st at 6pm. This year’s host is Alpha Maverick at the Red Creek Pack in Montana. Click here to RSVP.” “This is our opening to get into the pack and look around. Get a feel out and see if we will run into Scarlet. Maybe charm her into telling us what she knows after a few drinks?” Mason said excitedly. Alpha Maverick might have extra rooms at the packhouse for us to stay. It would be easier to look around that way.

The masquerade ball was in full swing and everyone was so engrossed in the evening that they probably couldn’t have imagined what was going to happen. Josh stepped onto the balcony of the ballroom, which was draped in blood-red velvet and gold. He was now putting on his mask which was shaped like a fox, his eyes glinting with amusement. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on her, his centerpiece. Clank!clank!clank!!! Silence followed and everyone now had their attention on Josh, including her. Let the games begin…

’ll rip their head off and place it on the front gates to set an example.” Dimitri said with a serious look on his face. Even while I thought his threats and overprotectiveness were sexy, I could manage these werewolves just fine. Even without my magic, I have slain worse beasts. I answered, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” “Most of the alphas here have come with prostitute slaves dressed up and some with their mates. Try making friends with the lunas.” Dimitri said to me. I said, “But how do I know the difference?” “Easy, they will have a mark on their neck.” The men gave Dimitri a signal. “See you later, love.” Suddenly, Dimitri had left with them, leaving me by myself. Masks were placed over

Luna Cassia nods and turns around, and Bella places it over her eyes and ties the delicate straps. “Bella...” Luna Cassia says with a small gasp. “It’s... It’s perfect.” She says as she reaches up and gently touches the mask. “I’m so happy you like it, Luna,” Bella beams. “This settles it. We have to make the mate ball a masquerade!” Luna Cassia beams back at her and I have to stop myself from groaning. Luna Cassia then looks at me with a wicked smile, and I suddenly feel like a deer in headlights. “Since I found my dress so quickly, why don’t we make use of the appointment and get you a dress too, Athena?”

Giovanna. He ran his hands down the exposed olive skin of her back, a trail of heat and tingles dancing across her skin under his touch. It felt like she was being touched for the first time as his full, delicious lips found hers. He pressed her closer to his hard toned body as he discreetly shuffled them through a doorway into a private room. She heard the click of the lock but did not break away from this handsome strangers sizzling caresses on her suddenly starved skin, she craved his touch. When she had entered the masquerade ball with her elder brother and cousin, this was the last thing she had anticipated. The werewolf king was throwing a lavish ball for his twins, who were turning ei