Vampire Diaries Costume Halloween Novels & Stories

she whispered to the man who faced his front. "Yeah, I am glad too" she sucked in air. "So, what have you guys got?" "Oh, I got the Carrie prom outfit, I just wanted something sexy" Piper was proud of herself as she showed Willow a bag and dangled it. "Oh, nice!" "And I got the nun deluxe costume!" Hazel smiled at the box she was holding as Willow nodded at her and glanced at Billy who smiled. "I am going on Black and White Horror Zalgo Morph suit!" He winked at her as she smiled.

“No, not in a good way. In a way that doesn’t make me happy. You don’t know how I’m trying hard not to crack down. There will be guys at this party, and you’re going dressed in that.” “Then come,” she says, and I raise a brow. “You could wear a mask, and they won’t know it’s you. It’s Halloween. Any costume will do,” she says, and I shake my head. I am about to speak when we hear the doorbell. “That must be Rhea!” she squeals. Then I let go of her with a sigh, watching her rush out of the room. I follow her, making it to the living room, where I see Rhea dressed in something similar but with artificial eyes and whiskers. I piece it together—a werewolf.

***** The following day, I awoke early with a grin on my face, knowing that this would be the day I exacted my vengeance on my love, the werewolf prince, for rejecting me. I cleaned my teeth after a good soothing bath. After that, I blew dry my hair and let it hang free to show off its lustrous curls and length. My costume was a very great fashioned red dress with a heart shape in the front, which I picked. It accentuated my curved body and looked great on me. To complete the appearance, I layered a black leather jacket on top. I donned my tall black heels since I had long legs and could walk in them. I didn't have to wear any make-up since my face didn't need it.

They are preparing me for the ceremony. Oh no!! I have to do something but whatever they injected in my veins, probably paralysed my central nervous system temporarily. I wanted to cry so hard but nothing came out of my dried eyes. I wish my mate would come as soon as possible and take me away with him. I don’t want to be a vampire. One maid opened the boxes and revealed a beautiful velvet gown. The wine colour of the gown screams royalty. And there goes a matching pair of heels, and all cosmetics and makeup.

I looked closer, trying to make myself feel better by identifying the awful bodies of vampires we fought earlier. The white and black fabric looked like it belonged to a tux or suit. Looking closer, I studied the apparel. Vestiges of a yellow tie was hung around the body's neck like a noose. Shining, melted dress shoes were sinking into the skeleton's feet, morphed by the heat of the fire earlier. Only, I don't remember the Vampires being dressed up like this. The Souths pack was the only group that was, but they were at the party.

I was dressed in a black suit and black pants contrary to my mother’s wishes. “Common dear, let’s find you a nice spot to sit.” My mother ushered a bewildered Marguerite in. Estel was dressed in a dark red gown that barely reached her knees, with black long heels to match. Her white hair was held up in a curly ponytail. So was almost every other female vampire in the hall. And now, Marguerite too. My jaw hung open as I moved to the side to allow both ladies pass through. Instead of a dress, she was wearing a red leather skirt that hung mid-thigh, a black sleeveless blouse and a red leather jacket to match. She was also wearing knee-length red high heeled boots that clicked softly against the

Ancient magic pulsed faintly underfoot, woven into the stone circle that marked the ceremonial space. I wore black. A deep midnight gown, sleeveless and floor-length, with a slit high up my thigh and silver embroidery curling like smoke along the hem. My dark hair was pulled back, braided and pinned with thin silver chains, tiny crystal fangs glinting at the ends like secrets. They had said to dress like a bride. But I didn’t feel like one. I felt like bait. Guests had arrived in full force. Elders from both sides. Powerful wolves cloaked in muted leathers and blood red sashes. Vampires in opulent coats and ivory gloves, the scent of cold moonlight trailing them like perfume. And of course;

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.

And yet when I'd first met her, she had been a timid little waif. Tyler did a ballet pirouette that was just a little too perfect which meant that once upon a time my deadly little Angel of Death had probably taken lessons. It intrigued me and again I found myself wondering who my friends had been before coming into contact with the vampires. Her frightening outfit consisted of a floral cotton dress, cashmere sweater, white stockings, and baby doll shoes. Her black hair was stripped of all hairspray and gel and fell in soft waves behind her ears. Instead of the stark makeup she normally wore, she now donned soft little girl neutral makeup that almost seemed as if she wasn't wearing anything.

Soon my mind drifted off into old memories. ~ "Do we really have to go out? Can't we just stay in and watch a movie," I grumbled as I watched Lauren rummage through her closet like a rabbit digging a hole in the ground. "It's Halloween, and it'll be fun at the Carnival, I promise," she said without turning around to look at me. "Ah ah! Found it," she said in excitement and she turned around to show me a Vampire costume. It had a ridiculously sparkling red cape that made me want to laugh.