D Royal Bride Novels & Stories

You can never trust a Dragon when it comes to Red Gold, they bloody protect it as their firstborn. Esmeray Raziel and Amell were sure once Aidan Draco was done dealing with his Mad Oracle he was going to come after Esmeray. "Did Aidan Draco find his bride?" Vladimir couldn't hold back his curiosity. "We don't know." Amell gave a careless shrug. "How could you not know? It was your trade to help the Dragon King find his bride." Vladimir asked instead of leaving the topic. And if there was anyone else in his place he would have done the same.

A wedding ceremony was the official way to mark the coming together of Nya Gould and Slate, the Dragon King, the joining of the two kingdoms, and the uniting of two people who loved each other more than anything, but for Nya, all of that was declared long before she walked down the aisle to take Slate’s hand beneath an azure sky and a trellis full of roses.

I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me. The seer blinked in surprise, but nodded. He placed my hand on the sword and began some ancient chants in their tongue. He then poured ceremonial oil over my hand that was on the blade, and as the final words left his mouth, a flash of silver light appeared around my hand. "By the laws of the realm and the ancient blood pact," the high seer intoned, his voice booming through the chamber. "The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union."

(Sienna) My phone had forty-seven notifications. Then fifty-two. Then sixty, in the time it took me to process that number. The first thing I saw was a headline. SWIFT SCANDAL: Billionaire dumps bride at altar for her SISTER — and we have the receipts. Below it, grainy but unmistakable: a hotel corridor. A man pressing a woman against a wall. His hand in her hair. Her hands at his shirt. Me. Six weeks ago. Heathrow.

‎ ‎“No, worse. They say His Majesty wants the Crown Prince married before winter.” ‎ ‎My breath ceased. The servant lowered her voice even more afterward. “A noblewoman from House Vaelcor arrived this morning.” ‎ ‎House Vaelcor. Even I recognized the name by now. One of the oldest dragon families in Scorath. Maria looked toward me after the servants walked away, and the expression on her made me uncomfortable because she was studying me now. ‎ ‎I frowned. “What?” ‎ ‎“Nothing.” ‎ ‎“That was absolutely not a nothing face.”

The huge door, leading to the grand garden of the royal palace opened, revealing the beautiful bride of the Alpha King, Jared Walton, and also the future Luna of the Silver Howl Pack. Everyone was in awe of how beautiful the bride was looking, whose face was hidden under the veil but her eyes were fixed at the wedding altar where her groom was already waiting for her. His eyes were filled with love, fascination and most importantly, completion. He was looking at her like she had completed his existence. He was gazing at her like she had completed his life.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

Natalie Williams looks stunning in her mermaid wedding dress with diamond earrings and a crown of Royalty. She’s looks like a princess she is and she’s so happy and ready for the ceremony. Her parents can never be this proud of her especially her mother who is finally witnessing her daughter marring into Royalty.

"Paternal grandfather." "Just relax and let your body relax." Mr. Harry encouraged. David nodded and he tried to calm down. Only ten minutes left until the ceremony begins. Someone said loudly. "The bride has arrived." David's heartbeat became faster. All eyes were on the beautiful woman walking toward the stage. Ella wears a white wedding dress with extremely attractive breasts, a small waist, and long slender skirts decorated with delicate gems, with every step she moves, they are sparkling. Therefore, her haughty and beautiful beauty is exalted even more.

(Sienna's POV) "No. No, no, no... This isn't real." I felt my heartbeat thunder in my ears. The cathedral was packed, every seat filled with Houston's elite. Crystal chandeliers bathed the grand space in golden light, casting a warm glow over the guests, their murmurs like a distant hum. The scent of roses and expensive cologne filled the air, but I barely registered it. I was supposed to be the perfect bride-poised, elegant, glowing with happiness.