Vampire Diaries Katherine Masquerade Novels & Stories

“Oh, you have me very curious, my sweet. Tell me his name, woman.” “How badly do you seek a name?” she asked in husky tones. He groaned and clasped her shoulders roughly. “May the devil take you for torturing me so. A name, please, I beg you.” Katherine laughed, moving closer to him. She watched his mouth, eager to kiss him again. Her time away from Dorchester had robbed her of what she wanted most, but it was necessary to let Mercedes believe she’d died in the asylum. Thank Heavens Mr. McClain, the physician, had been part of her plans even going as far as to make a coffin for her. Without his assistance, Kat wouldn’t have been able to pull any of this off.

Katherine threw her hands and legs in the air, but she could not do much other than find herself thrown on the couch by him. Katherine's eyes went wide in horror and she looked behind to scream for help, but then she heard a familiar voice, "I didn't think you had so much courage! But with such drunkenness, you should not display it." Katherine sharply looked back and watched Zac remove the mask from his face and the hood from his head. Her heart was still beating fast, running like a horse, as she gasped with her parted lips. Then the following second, her lips drew a curl in disdain and anger, as her nostrils flared.

Katherine announced. They had the rest of their meal in silence and once they were done, Katherine and her brother went to their separate rooms to prepare for work while their mom and Isabella cleared the table and both retired to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Katherine quickly washed up and changed into a black wide leg trouser and a white tank top with a white sneakers to match. She stood and stared at herself in the standing mirror for a while, rubbing her necklace. "I promise I will defeat him. I will make him pay no matter what I have to do. Major Daniels was right, the moon goddess might actually be on my side." She motivated herself with a fake smile.

It was peculiar that the aroma of this rosemary could make him feel like his spirit had all of a sudden become much lighter and more relaxed. However, it does not appear that he will have any good fortune in the near future. That evening, during the typical evening activities of the Gotha family, Ethelbert received some news that was not very pleasant. "Tomorrow night, we will have a great banquet to meet among the great houses of Elliana. It will be a party of dancing and masquerading. " Over dinner, Lady Gotha Andromeda announced with a cold indifference. Then, her husband, Gotha Amman Edgardo, also continued. He said, in a low, dignified voice, "House Celton will be hosting this ball."

The life where my biggest worry was a failing relationship with Viktor, not murder and betrayal and impossible pregnancies. I take a breath, steeling myself for potential disappointment, and muster the courage to ask the question that brought me here: "Do you still do the masked nights?" Jack's grin widens, and for the first time in weeks, something like hope unfurls in my chest. "You're in luck, lady. Tonight's the night." The familiar ritual feels like muscle memory— taking the silk robe from Jack's practiced hands, accepting the plush towel and the elegant mask that will transform me from Tamara Katona Yevgeniy, tragic daughter and broken woman, into simply someone seeking connection in t

He confirmed as he stood back up, towering over Kiara. “Oh my God, I can’t believe this,” she said, waving the mask in her hand, “I can’t believe I kissed you! You!” She threw it onto the bed, running her hand through her hair. So, he was the cause of her sleepless nights and wet dreams? She groaned, wanting to smash her head into the wall. She didn’t want it to be true, but there was no turning back the wheel of time, it was. “But, your eyes were green, they matched your mask.” She stated, remembering how brightly those eyes shone the other night. “Yes Kiara, they were contacts. Besides, a masquerade party is just a tushed-up way of disguising yourself.”

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

The two people in front of her looked like the devil she has watched from movies when she was just a child and the much talked about demon from her Bible stories. This was the longest night of her life, how she wished everything would end and she would wake up in her big comfy bed back at her father’s mansion but here she was, kneeling in front her own husband begging for her life while her best friend just sat there with a glass of whisky in hand. Martina was left wondering if it was not too cold for whiskey at this time. The tall frame in front of her knelt down and harshly cupped her neck, their faces only inches apart and Martina could only cringe.

I watched as a light frown grew on her face while she looked back and forth in her bedroom making me smile lightly in amusement. Amaya: How can you see me? Is it a special power for vampires? The small amount of knowledge she has of vampires was kinda cute. Of course, she just learned about our existence today but still. Me: No, look outside of your window. She turned her head towards the window searching for me. It took a little time before she finally spotted me and smiled. She walked towards me and opened the window. "What are you still doing here?" She whispered. "I'm guarding you."

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared