Vampire Diaries Costume Halloween Novels & Stories

"Don't worry Kylie, and congratulations on your win." "Thank you." I beamed before hastily running to the shower. Twenty minutes later I stepped out of the shower and got dressed into a lace wide scoop neck shirt which hugged my body with three quarter length sleeves, a simple white cropped short sleeved blouse, a pair of smoky patterned harem pants which hid the cast and a pair of ankle boots. I waved my damp hair as I stepped into the main common room. I noticed that the Moroi boys were dressed in casual but more party like clothes and I could only guess that they'd gone shopping. I blinked in surprise at the outfits that the four of them wore. All four were wearing almost the same thing;

I cringed at the dark purple coloring that developed, and considered covering it with makeup before the party started. After I got out, I put on the angel costume that was entirely too short, and put my robe over it so that I didn't get any makeup on it. I quickly covered my wrist in concealer, and grabbed the angel wings and halo off of the bed before going to Amy's bedroom. Amy had a skin tight all black bodysuit on, with red contacts on, and blood dripping down her chest. Her long black hair flowed down her back, almost touching her butt. She smiled when she saw me, and her sharp fangs were a clear indication that she was a vampire.

She has decided to take a gap year before she heads off to college, to make sure that she has her wolf under control, and has learnt the ways of a were. Her Halloween party is an absolute knockout, her house literally vibrating to the base. The lights are on the down low, and the room is awfully sweaty, but everyone's having a good time drinking to excess and showing off their cute yet chilling outfits. This year I decided to dress up as a devil... a very sexy devil. My dress is vibrant red, the top half a corset and sleeveless, and the bottom a silky tutu, only just reaching past my ass. Red honeyed gloves reach my triceps, and then ruby fishnet tights stretch around my legs, spiralling int

She with a deep sigh moved towards her room. She entered the room to get ready as the function was in night and she had to get ready before the arrival of the vampires. She changed into a black off-shoulder long gown with golden embroidery on it with a golden crown on her rough bun making her enticingly beautiful. She was wearing her jewelry when the door opened followed by the sight of the beast. He closed the door as he was behind her in a second but now she was used to their vampire's speed. She sighed and again diverted her attention towards the jewelry but hissed when he abruptly turned her around and pulled her fragile firm upward to make his stance understand to her.

The music seems to grow louder behind me, the laughter more pronounced, as if the entire hall is trying to pull me back into its embrace. But then, the moment I get to the entrance, praying to the good goddess that Gabriel has not shown up yet, it seems at this point in time she is determined to make my plan fail. Gabriel steps in, looking impossibly well-dressed and mouth-wateringly attractive in his vampire costume. The black cape flows behind him like liquid shadow, and his already pale skin seems to glow ethereally in the dim lighting. The costume accentuates every perfect line of his face, every sharp angle and curve that makes him look like he stepped out of some gothic romance novel.

I muttered, and he sighed. "Most vampires wear black or gray. You are not the exception. Not only are your eyes a giveaway... your pale skin, fangs, and eyes. We cover the eyes with the shades, but even with them, it is easy to see that you are a vampire; the color black makes you look paler. A hunter could spot you a mile away, and I bet Asteria would kill us if anything happens to you," He finished, and even when I hated the idea, I knew they were trying to do what was best for the mission, so I complied, and we stopped at a gift shop. Of course, my luck there were no plain button-downs, heck, there were no button-downs at all, just stupid colorful shirts with more colorful letters across

Siblings time AFTER SOME DAYS: MASQUERADE PARTY (Sookie’s 16th birthday) “Charlotte?” Care knocked on her sister’s room door. “It’s open. Get in,” Char replied, and Care entered in a dark blue party dress with a matching blue masquerade mask and accessories. “Are you ready?” Care asked as she keeps on checking on her phone. “Give me some time. We are not late to the party,” Charlotte said, who’s wearing a black masquerade ball dress. Her ball dress and mask symbolized Katherine Pierce from The Vampire Diaries.

Intricate gothic borders frame the screen, and the words VAMP PARTY flash in bold, crimson letters that appear to be actively dripping blood down my phone screen. “Uhhh…” I look up at him, entirely confused. “What on earth is a vamp party?” Julian quickly lunges forward with lightning speed, snapping his teeth aggressively just an inch away from the sensitive skin of my neck. I let out a startled shriek, jerking backward into the couch cushions as my pulse violently quickens. “It’s a vampire costume party, Harper,” he whispers, dropping his voice into a dramatic, menacing rasp, widening his blue eyes to look unhinged.

Halloween was always a special night for us. I smiled back as Maddie entered the van, taking in her tight black clothing, silver jewelry- her pale makeup with its dark hi-lights. She wore her hair shaved on one side. The other side dyed and striped in red and black, brushed, so it covered one of her dark brown eyes. I wondered what her real hair color was.

The shifters might be brutes, but vampires were subtle sadists. Henry was driving. He didn’t compliment me, but his hazel eyes had held approval when Faerry escorted me down the stairs. I wore the blue dress with a high slit at my thigh, and a diamond necklace adorned my neck. I’d checked myself out in the mirror. Faerry had made me so pretty with a little powder on my cheeks and dark eyeliner highlighting my golden eyes. She’d tried mascara but had to give up since I constantly rubbed my eyes. I didn’t feel out of place with this fancy me. With Jason, I felt comfortable in any form.