Novel & Cerita Vampire The Masquerade Traditions

“It's way more than that. We have: Moonfeast: Once a month, the village gathers beneath the Bloodwell. Goblets overflow with mortal blood, and the air fills with haunting music played on bone flutes and silver strings and the blood is shared one by one. The Claiming: A ritual where vampires mark chosen humans as theirs, lovers, thralls, or prey. Possession is both power and devotion. The most terrifying of them all. The Eternal Silence: A law forbidding loud laughter, music, or mortal-like festivity. Joy, if it exists here, is quiet, dangerous, and always tinged with hunger. Where are we, in prison?” “Okayyyy… That's wayyyy worse than I imagined. I won't even survive one week here. How do yo

Chapter Three – Masquerade Mastery The ballroom transformed into a realm of shadows and silk as the early morning hours approached, the chandeliers dimming, their light a soft halo over the crimson velvet alcove where we lay entwined. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me burned, a primal need fueled by the Masquerade’s unrelenting passion. The five women loomed over me, their masks still in place, breaths heavy, pussies glistening with arousal, eyes locked on mine with a fierce mastery, ready to culminate the night in a final act of dominance. The air thrummed with the energy of our s

I want to cry, I want to crash into him and hug him like there's no tomorrow, but I stop myself. "There's more," I say, needing to be completely honest. "If we do this, if we really commit to each other,there are traditions. We would need to visit my family and if things get serious between us, we will have to hold a marking ceremony." I explain then hold my breath, waiting for his response. "Marking?" Diego asks. "It's how werewolves claim their mates," I explain, my cheeks heating. “ It's usually a bite mark made at the junction between neck and shoulder.

"I can't. Too much depends on this." Malakai kicked her in the ribs, sending her sliding across the ground. She tried to rise again, but her leg wouldn't support her weight. "This is boring now," Malakai said. He turned to his companions. "Seraphine, Silent One, join me. Let's finish this quickly." The other two vampires moved forward, entering the fight. "That's against the rules!" Xavier shouted. Ravencrest smiled. "Actually, evolving rules are part of vampire tradition. Single combat can become group combat if the individual match proves unsatisfying. Ancient precedent allows it."

"No, silly child. We are not barbarians. You do not have to 'go all the way,' as you put it, in front of the court. The ancient texts say the mark is given during the climax of passion, but there is no one fixed way to achieve that." I frowned, the heat in my face not fading one bit. That wasn't reassuring in the least. "But people will still be watching? How are we supposed to... achieve anything with a room full of people staring at us?" "Tradition demands witnesses for royal unions, Lena," she explained, her tone turning more serious. "The Ancient Blood Marriage is usually a very private affair for common vampires, but for royalty, it is a state event. The Council, the priests, and the hi

Why should a child be murdered based on some useless traditional superstition? “The situation hasn’t changed. A thousand years later and nothing has changed, Kira. Vampires, werewolves and to an extent witches are still archaic and traditional. Sure they’ve ‘advanced’ in a sense and adopted to the technologies of man, they still believe in traditions and customs.” He turned to me with a serious expression on his face. A frown was prominent on his lips and the wind blew rather ferociously, making me tug at my jacket some more, whilst keeping the flowers safe.

“Werewolves do something similar. When we take a mate. We have a ceremony in front of the pack at the full moon, to formalize it.” “Hmm. The vampires of Concordia were devout worshippers of the whole host of gods, but always, always above all others the mother goddess, the moon goddess.” Talen propped himself up on one elbow and used a damp cloth to wipe Heath’s face, around his mouth. Cleaning away blood Heath realized. “However, when we moved away from Concordia to this new land, we lost our devotion. Over time, with technology and other advancements, like much of humankind we began to view religion as an outdated superstition of less evolved times, and yet some old traditions stuck, such

It was the night of the blood moon, where the streets were empty and the silence was deafening. It was customary for the City of Allegra to keep their doors shut, dim the lights and keep the noise low. For thousands of generations, the blood moon had been a sacred day for the vampires, as the Royal Family celebrated their ancestry and heritage by throwing the most extravagant party in the city. The Gladstone Castle was buzzing with thousands of vampires, drinking and dancing. In the underground dungeon, a cage fight was held for the young vampires to fight one another - to win their freedom pass - which allowed them to hunt one human for one night. They were allowed to feed on their chosen h

“Well, why don’t the three of you come inside? I suppose you were informed that the Housewarming Ceremony is held at the grand ballroom and not on the outside lawn, didn’t you?” “Housewarming Ceremony? I thought this place is ancient,” Rozelyn queried as she raised her right brow and trailed behind the three. “That is not our context of the Housewarming Ceremony, darling. For vampires and werewolves, the Housewarming Ceremony is an essential tradition to mark the beginning of the month of the Hunter Moon,” Hemera replied.

There was Murmuring around the Crowd when the door pushed Opened and Alpha Charles walked in. There was a displeased Expression on Alpha Charles Face which the entire Hall noticed at once. They all knew what the Sacred Party signifies even though the Ignorant Humans viewed it as just an excuse to organize a Party. It was a lot more than that. Once in a year, at the night of a Full Moon, A generational curse pass down from the line of Vampires is placed on a certain Vampire which now transforms him into one of the most Lethal and powerful Vampire in the world of Supernaturals.