Blood Wedding Plot Novels & Stories

The color of hellfire. The skirt was embedded with tens of thousands of glittering diamonds. They threw off a cold, intimidating light with every step I took. The cathedral fell silent. Hundreds of pairs of eyes—filled with awe and curiosity—were fixed on me. There was no cliché wedding march. Only the solemn, imposing sound of a Russian hymn echoing in the vaulted dome. I walked alone down the hundred-meter-long crimson carpet. In a traditional ceremony, the bride is walked down the aisle by her father.

Everyone in the room knew—this was no grand celebration, but a brief wedding that felt closer to a farewell. Adrian stood by the bedside, his heart pounding erratically. His white shirt felt too tight, the black tie around his neck choking him. In front of him, Leviana lay weakly, dressed in a simple ivory gown that wrapped around her fragile body. Her face was pale, but her eyes sparkled with happiness. “Are you ready, Adrian?” asked the officiant, seated on a small chair, his voice calm yet commanding. Adrian swallowed hard. His vision blurred, his mind clouded with the image of Deviana—her gentle smile, her eyes once filled with love. What am I doing? his heart screamed, but his lips rema

Anthony frowned deeply. Christopher's voice was sharp as a whip. "Come clear this up. Using a fake marriage certificate won't fool us. Your runaway bride stunt has seriously damaged the Scott family's reputation. Stop acting like a child!" I pulled away hard. "That wedding plan was never for you! Our wedding ended the second you turned it into a bachelorette party for Erica!" Just then, a few concerned strangers stepped in to strap them in as they turned their furious glances toward me. "Scarlett, tell them to back off! Give us a chance to explain ourselves!" they growled.

“Come with me, will you?” “Where are we going?” “To speak to my husband and get to the bottom of whatever the hell is going on.” She inhales sharply, her cheeks flaring to life in shades of deep red. We pass the blood stained tiles being scrubbed clean by male servants. We pass the flowers, the fine decorations, and the quartet still plucking their strings, all of them washed in shock. A blood stained wedding. I guess it’s only fitting for vampires for events like this to end this way.

On the day of the wedding, I chose a perfectly tailored black dress—elegant, understated, almost solemn. According to the spoilers scrolling in front of me, Joyce’s so-called “wealthy uncle” was actually a loan shark with ties to the underworld, and the child she claimed to be carrying wasn’t real either. This wedding was destined to be a battlefield. Edwin wore a suit in the same dark palette, his hand wrapped around mine as he accompanied me there. By the time we arrived, the venue was already packed, camera flashes going off nonstop.

She looked at crowd wearing their smile and teary eyes; shouting for congratulations as she, as a Scott is now turning into Armenez. This wedding isn't occurring because of a family business matter. It is between love and affection of the two couples who were in love for years. And now, they are happily turning their dreams of becoming one, oath in front of the church witnessing by many people who admire them. As the bride reached her groom who's now teary eyed, a flashing bomb tremble outside the church. Then, a group of men wearing their bonnets enter with their guns pointing at the crowds. Panic and chaos wins as they started firing their guns at the ceiling. The goal was to capture the b

From the outside, the scene must have looked completely surreal. A garden carefully decorated for a wedding. String lights hanging from the trees. Chairs arranged in perfect rows. Flowers everywhere. A romantic altar at the back. The groom lying dead at the altar, his blood pooling. And me, dressed in a wedding gown. The white fabric was filthy with dirt and blood, torn in places. My hair was wild as I kneeled on the ground over another woman. Vivian was beneath me, pinned but still fighting to turn the gun. The gun was pointed upward now. Her fingers were off the trigger, but her hand was still clenched around the grip.

We finally had our wedding at dawn. No elaborate ceremony. No hundreds of witnesses. Just Knox officiating in the backyard of the new Steel Vipers clubhouse, with Sienna and Hammer as witnesses. I wore jeans and a leather jacket. Albert wore his cut over bandages still healing from multiple assassination attempts. It was perfect. "Do you, Eva Cross, take this man as your husband? To stand with him in blood and chrome, in violence and peace, until death claims you both?" Knox asked.

Bastion reached for Alexandre. She flinched. A vision passed over her. She saw the wedding. It was covered in blood. The bitten, Lycans, humans and other kinds came to see this royal wedding in the protection of the forest. It was a massacre. Bloodchild, Anika and Danessa were dressed in armor and they stood above the bodies of their dead. “No!” “What is it?” Bastion worriedly held his wife’s arms.

I zoned out and every scene of the incident that had happened before crashed my already terrified mind. My disastrous wedding. Delightful Vows. Conversation between me and bukka. A tragic small gift. Dreadful gunshot through my father's body. His unconscious body and his blood staining my white wedding dress. How did it happen? We were happily celebrating our wedding. I and bukka were conversing, my father was delivering his speech and people, who were gathered at our wedding were chattering and laughing on his speech. All of a sudden, everything turned into disastrous havoc.