Blackwater Falls Wedding Novels & Stories

Everyone clapped and took a seat in the many rows of chairs. “Shall we begin?” Gabe and Byron guided me into the pool of water, Kane held fast as I slipped. He steadied me and we made our way towards the waterfall. I could see why they didn’t want a white dress for this. Byron stepped in front of me when we stopped just before that water would have flowed on top of us. The black dress that was made to show off my back did its job very well. I heard a collective gasp when Kane stepped to the side of me, sweeping my hair over my shoulder in one swift movement. Even in front of my body my hair waved along the surface of the water.

Soft white fabric draped from the top, flowing down like heavenly clouds. Behind the arch, the ocean shimmered beautifully. No one could help but fall in love. The media arrived early, like they hadn't slept the previous night. Their cameras lined the barricades, with their lenses pointed toward the beach. Reporters spoke quickly into microphones, already feeding the internet who were watching live. “This is history in the making, and we are here, live…..” “......the wedding of the century. New York City has never felt more alive….” “Alexander Wade marries Rosa, the former contract wife turned love of his life.”

Looking at the two cousins' backs, Eira tilted her head and asked Keelin "Forgive her already?" “You guessed it.” Keelin laughed, glanced at Eira, and then headed straight ahead. “Hey, wait for me.” Eira brought curiosity, pulled her skirt, and ran after Keelin. *** The wedding was held in the garden courtyard of Ramos' mansion. Fortunately, the sky is clear, cloudy, and not too sunny today, so vampires can attend normally. The wedding was held in two main colors, white and blue, a little different from usual but it made everyone very excited.

As soon as I walked out, everyone stood up and the traditional wedding march played. My cheeks already hurt from smiling as I walked down the long aisle. The chandeliers were part of my new collection that I was expanding to. It sent rainbows from the sun bouncing all around making it appear magical. The white and black theme I chose felt perfect with touches of blue. Finally Jaxson came into view. He looked handsome as ever in his all black suit with a white tie. The boys were lined up perfectly behind him just slightly but in front of Mason. Jennifer was standing in front of Brittany and Maverick will move behind Kyle who was behind Mason. Finally, we were at the front.

The bigger the audience, the more spectacular the fall. I took my assigned seat in the third row, close enough to be called upon but far enough back to observe. Pack members whispered around me, many shooting curious glances in my direction. "Isn't that Marcus's ex-fiancée?" "I heard she went completely crazy and attacked Victoria." "Poor thing probably can't handle being replaced." Let them whisper. Soon they'd have much more interesting things to discuss. The ceremony began with traditional werewolf rituals. Victoria looked radiant in her designer gown, her mate Marcus standing proudly beside her. She'd chosen him for his connections to the Blackwater Pack—a strategic alliance disguised as

We looked like a couple who'd just had the night of their lives. Other people looked at their wedding photos and instantly felt like they were floating, mind made my stomach drop through the floor. “This isn’t real,” I rasped, with a half gasp and something that sounded too close to a cry. “It can’t be.” Damian leaned casually against the counter, watching my world collapse with the same interest most people saved for sipping coffee. “You were the one who asked. I just agreed. We fucked, then we flew, and now…” His mouth curved. “…you’re Mrs. Blackwood.”

That is until he looked up and my breath caught “Patience wife, you can look at me all you want after today's ceremony.” The car came to a stop at city hall. The wedding was supposed to be held here and just like I had guessed, there was nothing simple about it. Paparazzi, photographers and news reporters crowded the steps and I realized that Xavier Blackwell getting married was major news. Once the driver came down and opened our door, the people below the steps spotted us and all came rushing forward like a pack of zombies and I instantly went into flight and fight mode.

But the ultimate risk came the night before the wedding. Isabella had gone to stay at her parents’ house for tradition. Mr. Blackwood texted me at 11pm. *Honeymoon suite. Now. Bring the white lingerie I like.* I arrived wearing nothing but a sheer white lace babydoll and heels, the same color as Isabella’s wedding dress. Mr. Blackwood lost control the second he saw me. He threw me onto the king-sized bed where he was supposed to consummate his marriage in two days and fucked me for hours.