Vampire Diaries Katherine Masquerade Novels & Stories

I'll be your perfect slut in that dress, wet and waiting. VINCENT: As you say, kitten. Be safe. Can't wait to claim you. By early afternoon, they moved to makeup. Stacy perched on a stool, applying smoky eyeshadow with expert strokes while Katherine sat cross-legged on the floor, blending foundation over her porcelain skin. The room filled with laughter and the soft spritz of setting spray, their conversation drifting to the party, who might show, what dances they'd attempt. Katherine's phone stayed close, occasional buzzes from Vincent keeping the flirtation alive with promises of slow, deep thrusts later, whispers of how he'd mark her neck with bites under the mask's cover.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of the grand ballroom. The air thrummed with the orchestrated buzz of an elite gathering, a symphony of champagne flutes clinking and the murmur of hushed conversations. She had infiltrated the soirée, a carefully crafted masquerade ball thrown by Castiel Mikaelson, the man who held the key to unlocking the secrets that plagued her family's legacy.

I said, fearing that Alpha Jett would intentionally wanted me to sleep so we could no longer attend the masquerade party since he refused the idea at the beginning. "Alright, let's have a movie marathon," he finally said. I smiled. "Bring it on!" We watched another vampire movie, then followed by a zombie movie. At 10:00 we finally turn off the TV to get ready to wear our attire for the night and teleport to the Victorian house located on the outskirts of the city. After we finished dressing, we put on our masks covering the upper half of our faces. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded my head. "I'm more than ready," I replied eagerly.

She’s acting like she isn't afraid of the stories—the stories about the blood in my sheets and the beasts I’ve slaughtered. My brother Nikolai is practically vibrating with rage. I can smell his desperation. He needs her. Without Katherine, he’s just a prince without a crown. He wants the Blood Moon Pack so bad he can taste it, but the keys to the kingdom are currently digging their nails into my forearm. I looked at Nikolai’s bleeding hand, then back at Katherine’s stubborn chin. She thinks she’s using me. She thinks she can handle a monster like me to get her revenge. She has no idea that once I put my mark on her, there is no "deal." There is only possession.

The sound of approaching footsteps reached my ears, the smell of a strong floral perfume floating into the air. Katherine. She stood at the entrance of the garden, her designer heels sinking slightly into the soft grass, sunglasses perched on her head like a crown. She looked immaculate, like she'd just stepped out of a magazine shoot. Her eyes landed on Mason first. Then on Maya. Her lips curled into a false smile. "Well," she said, her voice a purr of venom. "Isn't this...cozy?" My brother looked up, his wide eyes meeting her green eyes, which were the same colour as the eyes of his kids.

She danced and mingled with ease, while I found solace at the bar, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers from afar. As the night progressed, I found myself feeling more at ease with the party's anonymity. The masks allowed me to forget about my past and embrace the mystery and intrigue of the night. But that all changed when I saw him - a tall, dark stranger, dressed in a black suit and mask. He stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be interested in my drink, but he approached me nonetheless. "Hey there, beautiful. May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth and low.

she said for Mason to nod. He whispered in Kayla's ear for her to nod smiling. “Trust me I’m good at that and I have spy in the mansion. You are so wise Mason” she said with a very bright smile. It was midnight already when Katherine heard a knock on the door, she frowned as she walked towards the door and checked through the peephole to know who it was but saw nobody. “Katherine” she heard a weak familiar voice called for Katherine to open the door. “ Steven” she gasped seeing her boyfriend in blood sitting on the floor………

I decide to go back to bed since it seems like it’s nothing serious, but Enzo calls me making me come to a halt on the stairs. “Mi amore , is that you?” Enzo says. “Yes, it’s me,” I say walking back downstairs. “Please come here for a minute.” “Alright, I am coming,” I say walking down the stairs. “I would like you to meet Mack; he is the head security in charge of tomorrow’s event,” Enzo says introducing me to the biggest guy in the room. “Hello, I am Katherine,” I say offering my hand for him to shake. “Good evening ma’am,” he says shaking my hand briefly.

“One day, something terrible happened. There was a rampage at the tavern, as one of the drunken men had lost control and had caused a killing spree. They threw all sorts of things at themselves, knives, swords, daggers, and a lot of people present there were killed, including Marylin Lou. “She was taken to a priest who happened to be a newly converted vampire, for her body to be blessed before it would be buried. The priest, who found out that her heart was still beating in the mortuary, decided to convert her immediately, as she would be dead in a matter of seconds if he didn’t. He bribed the mortuary staff to lie to her family that she had been buried immediately after the blessing, and th

"But I am not mistaken. I immediately contacted Laura after my first attack, and then when Marco came to retrieve us, he saw the wounds on me. They were venom slashes. You know the marking of their claws." I stood perfectly still, my hands clenched into tight fists at my sides. I didn't understand much from the conversation, but I could feel that the Head Guardian didn't want the vampires back under her leadership. If word got out that the bloodsuckers were returning, it would completely underestimate all of their past efforts and the peace they had bled for. The Head Guardian stared at my mother for what felt like an eternity, evaluating her, testing her loyalty through sight alone. Finally