Vampire The Masquerade Traditions Novels & Stories

“Please, don’t do this.” Valerius finally looked at her, and in his dark gaze she saw something unreadable, an assurance, perhaps, or a warning. Then he released her, stepping into the open circle. “You overstep,” Valerius said. “But if it is blood you want, Sylas… I’ll oblige.” A roar of approval filled the masquerade. Masks scattered, vampires forming a wide ring around the dais. The music struck up again, faster, more frenzied, turning the chamber into an arena.

Emelda raises her perfectly shaped dark brows. “How come?” “The bride never showed up. My parents had to dismiss all the guests. Dad believes this was King Mattias’s plan all along–string us along, force our hand when it came to holding the wedding in Crescent Peak instead of Cole’s own territory in Scarlett Thunder, hold this massive, ornate party and look like complete idiots when the bride didn’t show up.” I lean against the counter and pour a second glass of blood. I hate it cold. I like it from the source, but I’ve learned my wolf side makes biting people…tricky. Tricky emotionally. Wolves have strange traditions and beliefs around the act of sinking teeth into someone's flesh that goes

He let his words go, a question of agreement in them as he spoke. “No police?” Julian asked as if he couldn’t believe our intent to keep this hidden. “Our people need to grieve. We can’t explain this to humans who don’t know about us. The Accord must be protected.” I said without looking at Julian, instead staring off into the nature that was being overruned with guards. “And the vampires?” Julian asked, thinking of our friends who had met their gods tonight. “Tradition says we burn them. It is nothing like a human funeral. We will do it in the next few hours.” Sasha informed Julian who seemed surprised.

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

They moved as one toward the aisle, their hands linked while exchanging smiles, the crowd erupting in applause with each step they took. I watched, frozen, as the ceremony began under the moonstone altar—a royal werewolf tradition, the Moonlit Vow. Eiraeth and Diana stood before it, their voices soft but clear as they spoke their vows. The priestess in charge of the ceremony drew a silver blade, slicing a shallow cut across each of their palms for the blood mark, and then they pressed their hands together as a symbol of shared life and pack loyalty.

Vivienne’s POV: “Damon, stop,” I whispered, flushed. He pulled back with a smirk and straightened up almost immediately. The warmth embracing me left just as quickly. “So, what’s the play, Marshal?” Alec asked. Damon casually shrugged. “I’ll give Arthur a call,” “What traditions were they talking about?” I asked, again, suddenly feeling anxious. “It’s the mafia law,” Damon started. “To show the marriage is legitimate it must be witnessed and undergoes three rites,”

Darius stepped away from her and went to Olivia who had fear in her expression. "The practice of human pet ownership was established hundreds of years ago and all vampires and werewolves indulged in the behaviors. It was never my choice but it is an established tradition in this Imperial. The Alpha King established it and we all embraced it." Darius laughed deviously as he sniffed Sonya now. "Tradition? No! Appalling is what it is! And it needs to stop!" Kiara snapped. Darius stared at her in shock. He pushed Sonya away aggressively and went to her with anger rolling over his features. "You don't understand our tradition!"

“ I already planned on going to the Vampire mansion today. He must be the King now… ” “ No. ” Natalie blurts, closing her eyes. “ the vampires didn’t hold another coronation. They are working on making rules about hybrids right now. ” I frown. “ how do you know? ” “ Zero is changing the ways, Anne. He changed the ways in the North Forest pack too. Now, the patrol guards can become warriors after trials. They can even become Beta, Gamma, or someday…the Alphas. The old hierarchy has broken in that pack. Just like this…the chain of stupid traditions is breaking in the vampire world too. Isn’t it apparent? Zero is doing it for you. To think that you left him…I feel like I have the biggest idiot

Heavy drums beat echoed off the mountains, and laughter and music filled the winter air. “The Blood Oath is one of our oldest Lycan traditions, Luna,” Maya explained, adjusting the heavy fur collar of my ceremonial gown as we moved through the gallery. “Every year, the nobles renew their loyalty, warriors swear their service, and the pack leaders reaffirm their allegiance to the crown. It ensures the pack stays whole.”

I asked out loud, puzzled. "Well, nothing…you just have to fight everyone… and their wolves on a full moon…all at once. Did I add that there is usually a blindfold on the person's face and if you tap out of the fight, you will be branded with the mark that pretty much tells everyone you are a mistake. Then you are banished to live the rest of your days in the bayou like a Rugrats!" When Chas was done, I was looking at her with a shocked expression. I have a death wish and even l found the elite tradition barbaric.