Vampire Diaries Katherine Masquerade Novels & Stories

Alpha Kieran stalks into the room like a feral beast, his chest heaving, his eyes glowing a lethal, piercing red in the dim light. He storms over to the wardrobe, pulls out a drawer, and rummages through it before pulling out a silk masquerade mask. He steps over her, his suffocating dominant aura pressing down on her chest until she can barely breathe. Rough and impatient, he positioned the mask over her face, aligning it perfectly with her eyes. He freezes as the final piece of the puzzle locks into place within his mind. The wild scent, the electric spark, the girl from the garden, the female from the cabin—it was never Victoria.

Josie smiles, her voice soft as she reaches for Lucy’s hand. Lucy glances at me, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. I give her a small nod, a silent reassurance that she’s safe here. With a hesitant breath, she follows Josie upstairs, her shoulders still tense, like she’s expecting someone to drag her back at any moment. As soon as she’s out of sight, Salvatore’s gaze shifts to me. “Arranged marriages are a staple in this world, Prince. Never forget that.”

The three of them had not expected Katherine to reappear, let alone utter those damning words. They froze, the air crackling with exposed secrets. After a few seconds, a transformation came over Katherine. The usual gentle, accommodating mask she wore for her family melted away, replaced by a visage of cold, unshakable resolve. "Katherine, what are you still doing here?" Amelia’s eyes, which had been red from fake tears, now widened in alarm. A slow, sarcastic chuckle escaped Katherine’s lips. "It seems I’m just in time to volunteer for the role you just scripted for me."

If he knew anything about Aaron Bradley in the underground cell, then I didn’t know what that meant for me or for what Stephen might be hiding. My food was in front of me but I didn’t touch it. The women at the table kept talking about gowns, ceremonies, and which noble house had the best wine. Their voices faded into the background because I was focused on the photo I had taken. I wanted to look at it immediately, but I couldn’t bring my phone out here without drawing attention. “Katherine,” Jessie said from across the table, “would you like to attend the mating ceremony of Lord Draco’s daughter with us? It’s this weekend. The southern region always hosts it beautifully.”

Okay". She went back into the house and ran to where Cary layed. she put her hands on the floor and Cary disappeared only to appear where we where. But as she turned to go,the masked suddenly appeared in front of her and held her by the neck "Ah...just who I was searching for" "Alia" Hunter screamed,he ran to meet her but was suddenly pushed back by an invisible force. He stared at Kai with an annoyed impression "What's happening?". Kai shook his head "I don't, I don't know".

Her beady brown eyes are steady on mine, warm and filled with unmistakable intention. Of course. I should have expected this. Evelyn wants . . . me. I’m not a cheap escort and a boy toy for a rich cougar. But only idiots cross Evelyn. So instead of telling her to fuck off and choose literally anything else, I tenderly clasp her hand in mine. “Then I will be there.” She giggles as I let go of her hand. “It will be a masquerade, of course. I don’t want anyone else seeing that face of yours.”

"I can't go back out there, they will haunt me and kill me! I need protection!" "Well, let's see how interesting your story is before I offer protection!" I said seeing how his eyes darted from me to Evan who looked pissed. I asked Evan to leave with the nurse so that I can have a conversation with our new friend here. After they left I took a seat showing him my watch. "My time is limited and so is my patience!" "So is Katherine's, after her father's death she turned into this monster! Do you know how we caught her trace?" "Blood banks?" I asked and to my surprise he laughed at my answer.

“Tell him to enjoy the view… while he still can.” The hall outside buzzed with movement—servants rushing about, guards standing at attention, and the muffled notes of string music drifting in from the east wing. My pulse thrummed beneath my skin like war drums. Tonight was a masquerade in more ways than one. Everyone hid their intentions behind smiles and painted masks. But me? I was done pretending. The wolves in silk and satin would dance, drink, and make merry, and then the blood would spill. And when the moonlight hit the ballroom floor just right, and the crowd was thick with laughter, Alpha Kieran would feel the cold kiss of steel before the night was over.

That was how evil the dungeon was. A charm bracelet? So she has now resorted to using her own products to kick someone else into the Druid? It all had to be Katherine’s plan from the start to the finish. She orchestrated everything and is probably gloating somewhere. I got to her door and without knocking, kicked the door in and stalked inside. She sat on a desk applying some kind of makeup to her face, her expression calm and relaxed, as if someone hadn’t just broken her door down. “What the hell is your problem, Katherine?” I shouted as soon as I stepped in.

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.