Vampire Ballerina Mga Nobela at Kwento

He reacts and hands me back the invitation like a psycho pulling his hair frustratedly. I heaved a sigh as soon as I read the whole details, the invitation was from my grandfather’s office, saying that I was invited. That ball is not just an ordinary winter ball, it is where the whole clan of vampires, wherever they are in the world, needs to attend because every vampire that isn't mated yet, needs to find their vampire mate in that ball. And I’m doomed, if that happens because if I don't find my mate in that ball, my grandfather will force me to marry a vampire woman who I didn’t know but he knows.

“ What are you talking about? “ I asked. “Come on Lila. I know that look in your eyes anyday and anytime.” He replied, straightening up just as Ronan was taking Joan to the dance floor. Of course he would. I had practically let him own me! I turned my attention back to the ballroom filled with different species of beings, but mostly populated by the werewolves of Silver Lake. The ballroom itself sparkled under the golden light and the air was buzzing with people in masks and expensive dresses and tuxedos.

He knew the words were too fragile to be called calming, but she nodded. Despite the fact that she was actually terrified, she wanted to project a different image to him. As he left the room, everyone was already mingling together. She had to look around for at least one person she knew among the vampires. She spotted a vampire woman asking Eudora to dance. Raphael was still with Angeline. And the rest were conversing. There seemed to be nothing to worry about for the following few minutes. Kiara felt her throat go dry and headed towards the table where the glasses were when someone quickly blocked her way,

“Vladimir is patient, but he hates people who are late. We have to leave now.” I looked at Elijah, and he cursed before telling Kael what was going on, as well as Keren. Half an hour later, we had the letter, the evidence, and the formal requests in hand. We gathered around the crystal ball, and Grace whispered something. The ball showed the throne room of the great vampire palace. Nalia and Elijah gasped in surprise. “Touch the ball; we have permission to enter,” said Grace. We all touched the ball, and then I felt my soul flying violently through space until I appeared in that great castle. A sharp pain in my stomach made me curse and vomit in a corner. Elijah appeared behind me, then Nali

"The darkness has settled. The hound Cyprian has secured the vault. The Queen is... contained." The eldest Sire, a woman with skin like cracked porcelain and hair as white as a dead star, opened her blood-red eyes. "You have done well, Valerius. Your treason against the wolves shall be rewarded with eternity." Valerius bowed his head, but his hands were trembling behind his back. Then, the floor didn't just shake. It roared. A sound like a thousand tectonic plates grinding together erupted from directly beneath the Grand Ballroom. The massive, priceless marble tiles, engraved with centuries of vampire history, began to glow with a terrifying, molten violet light.

The ceremony started a while ago but still no sight of that devil Alexander. "All You have to do is get rejected by him." I kept telling myself as I followed behind Elena. Upon entering the room, I realized that I had just entered the ball room and I watched the meangirls Kristen, Hanna and Diana flaunt their dresses, dancing to the music while others kept talking to each other. These girls are unbelievable.

“Does she know she’s in a cage?” “Cruz will not let this stand.” Valentina leaned closer to Dante, her hand light on his arm, her laughter ringing sweet and false. But her eyes scanned the crowd, every shadow too sharp, every smile too practiced. She felt Cruz’s gaze even if she couldn’t see him. The wolves had gathered. And the dance was about to begin. The ballroom was full of eyes — some friendly, some curious, most hungry.

The sound of music fills the ballroom as the musicians practice their songs. The servants are finishing up the preparations for the upcoming ball. The tables are covered with golden tablecloths. Porcelain plates and expensive glasses are placed on the multiple round tables. In another room, Eva is being pampered and worked on. Her maids are fixing her hair and doing her makeup as they prepare her for the ball of the year. “Are you excited, your majesty? This will be the first ball you attend as queen of the Vampires ”, a maid comments as she continues to place polish on Eva’s nails.

She gripped herself as Julian led her past an archway and into what must have been been the manor's ballroom as she hoped the low light would conceal the all-too-human gooseflesh prickling her arms. For beings who can be destroyed by fire, vampires seem to be unusually fond of candles, she said as she drew closer to Julian. Throughout the vast chamber, wax tapers were burning in various stick and branch candelabra. Invisible draughts caused by their flames caused a flickering web of light and shadow to cover the roughly thirty-dozen people inside the ballroom. Portia was astonished to see that the majority of the vampires were either grouped around tables playing cards or were just standing

Aveline's P.O.V The ballroom was the most beautiful nightmare I'd ever seen. Chandeliers made of crystal and bone hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting dancing light across the polished black floor. Vampires filled the space, dozens of them, all devastatingly beautiful in their gowns and tailored suits. They moved with that inhuman grace, gliding rather than walking, their pale skin seeming to glow in the candlelight. And every single one of them was staring at me.