Vampire Diaries Elena Halloween Costumes Novels & Stories

I wouldn't let that happen now. My whole body morphed into my vampire self. My eyes turned into a bright glowing red colour. My canines sharpened and my nails grew longer. I whipped my head towards Maya one last time to make sure she was safe before bolting down with the sole purpose to attack that damn creature. The wind rushed through me, my feet dug on the dirt as I was skillfully making my way through the thick trees. His pestering odour grew stronger and stronger meaning I was getting closer.

The center was less packed, but there were still plenty of kids milling about. The variety of costumes amazed Leesa. She saw at least a half-dozen vampires and pirates, a couple of cavemen, and assorted devils, hookers, black cats, French maids, princesses and serving wenches. One vampire, already surrounded by a cluster of fawning girls, looked amazingly like Eric from True Blood. Leesa was pretty sure he would not be going home alone tonight.

She wasn't quite ready to veto Lenore yet. Elena nodded and helped Eloise into the new dress. It was ill fitting and the colour did indeed make her look lifeless. "I look like a prostitute in this thing, don't I?" Elena agreed and helped her out of it. Then she put on the blue dress and Elena's smile spread across her face. "You know that this is the one you have to wear," she said confidently. Eloise couldn't help but agree. It looked like it had been made especially for her. Elena did her makeup and she'd only just left when the phone rang. It was Vincenzo telling her that the car to take her to the chapel was waiting. Eloise was sure that Lenore had said that she'd be walking to the chape

He was already walking away, laughing. Later that night, Elena stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the thin strap of the wine-colored dress she’d picked for the night. It clung to her like it had been made with only Ryan’s gaze in mind, low neckline, high slit, soft shimmer in the dim lighting of her room. By 7:05 PM, Ryan’s car pulled up in front of Elena’s house. He had barely parked when the front door opened. Elena stepped out, looking effortlessly elegant in a long, sleek black overcoat that brushed the tops of her heels. Her hair was loosely curled, eyes lined in kohl, and lips painted the color of crushed berries.

She said, now fully laughing. Her minions or team as she calls them joined in pointing fingers and whispering mean jokes. I finally took a good look at Elena and noticed she had changed out of her too short preppy low-cut gowns and into a clear white one piece that reached all the way to her neck. She held a mask in her left hand and her annoying long black hair had been put into a high pony tail.

‎ ‎Her spine stretched out, her bones broke and then put back together in a flash, and she fell on four silvery legs that seemed to glow in the bright lab lights. ‎ Dante, in the form of a wolf, smashed through the door as it blew open, and the pack followed him. Everything in the lab was thrown into chaos. Elena's new instincts told her where to bite, and they meant Viktor. But as she grabbed him, she heard screams coming from deeper in the building. ‎ ‎ Ellena learned that Viktor didn't want to trade with anyone. From th e start, this trap had them in it, and they fell into it. ‎

"We share the same blood. Silas... Silas built this city for us." "Silas built a cemetery," Julian hissed, leaning down until his lips were inches from her ear, his breath hot and promising ruin. "And we’re just the ones turning the soil." Elena stepped into the center of the spotlight beside him. She had discarded her tactical windbreaker, standing in her cream-colored power suit, the fabric stained with plaster dust but draped over her body like modern armor. The silver vulture collar at her throat caught the white-hot glare of the stage lights, a brilliant, metallic throat-ring that marked her as the co-ruler of the ruins. On her left hand, the raw-cut black diamond caught the light, a da

“His Majesty requests your presence in the Rose Hall. The court awaits the first audience of the new queen.” Queen. The word tasted like spoiled honey. Elara turned from the mirror. “Tell him I will attend in a moment.” She dressed with deliberate care. Not in white this time. She chose black: a high-collared gown of velvet and spider-silk, embroidered with tiny silver claws along the sleeves. Mourning colors, technically. But Lycans respected strength more than tradition, and black suited the mood of a woman who had already died once.

I’m exhausted and Tim hasn’t texted me since. “You look despondent Caleb.” Vanya says, spotting me by the Spirit Halloween pop-up store. “Perfect,” I say “then I won’t even need a costume.” “Uh-uh not this time.” She says sipping aggressively on an iced chai. We hit the Halloween pop-up store the kind that smells like latex and capitalism, and we immediately split into different directions. Vanya ends up with this glittery fairy thing, iridescent wings, purple mesh skirt, rhinestones in questionable places. It’s giving slutty Tinker-bell.

Voices, laughter, music—it was overwhelming even before the thoughts started bleeding through my mental walls. 'Is that her? She's smaller than I expected.' 'How could they choose a human?' I gritted my teeth and pushed the voices away, focusing on maintaining my wall. Vida's week of training helped, but barely. The main hall had been transformed. Hundreds of candles cast a warm glow over elegant decorations. Pack members mingled in clusters, all dressed in their finest. And at the center of it all stood Elena, wearing a silver dress that made her look like moonlight personified.