Elven Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

The Guardians have been forced into mate bonds too many times in their history. “Let’s see how it goes.” Alpha Rik says to me. Later that evening, I’ve dressed for the party. I look at myself in the mirror. I’m in standard royal Elven attire with a long-sleeved undershirt and a short-sleeved navy blue overshirt with elvish stitching across the chest and sleeves. I complete the look with a silver sash that wraps around my waist. My navy-blue pants and knee high boots match the overshirt.

Eleana slowly walked towards the long mirror planned in the centre of the room before standing in front of it. Her sapphire-blue eyes collided with her reflection in the mirror. She looked a little nervous. Eleana tried to swallow it down while glancing from top to bottom. She was dressed in a white mermaid wedding gown with a sweetheart-illusion neckline. The silhouette of the dress stayed fitted from the chest to her knees and then flared out the rest of the length to the floor, along with the long veil adorning the top of her elegant bun. Eleana could feel her heart palpating against her chest as she stared at herself. Her make-up was done elegantly, and her hair was put in a beautiful lo

Elara POV The original wedding plan was to keep it a small event, but these things had a tendency to get out of control. So when the day came, in mid-November, I shimmied into my wedding gown and mentally prepared myself to face the horde of guests waiting in the glass-encased winter garden. My white wedding dress had long sleeves, hugged my hips, and the hemline swept the floor. The low swooping, open back revealed every inch of my phoenix tattoo—especially with my hair up.

They are perfect for one another. Raven dotes on her. Raven, the badass warrior, is putty in her hands. Meaghan bats an eyelash, and he runs to her to do her bidding. He loves her. I am happy for her and Levi. Raven treats Levi as if he is his own. If you ask Raven, that baby is his. "I picked up your dress on the way in this morning," Meaghan says as she brings in my wedding dress. My long purple dress, one of the she wolves made for me. It is perfect. The long skirt and exaggerated train and the off the shoulder top all hand-stitched by one of our wolves just for me. I feel like a princess just looking at it.

Selene of Silverbrook was already there. She was not seated. Not yet. She was standing beside Doran's empty chair on the Luna's side, with her hand resting lightly on the carved back of it. She was wearing red again. A different red gown from the one she had worn in the great hall. This one was for festival days. It was finer. It was tighter. It was lower at the shoulders. Her hair was pinned up and twisted with small red ribbons, and her mouth was painted in the colour of the gown. She saw Elowen come up the steps in the green wedding gown.

For the five years I was dating him, I had been carefully keeping up the appearance of being poor, all just to protect his fragile pride. Now, it seemed there was no need for that any longer. … Two hours later, Zachary had someone toss the worn wedding dress in front of me. "There you go. I've returned your stupid wedding dress now." Mary Lovelett looked like she had been crying. Her eyes were red and swollen as she choked out, "Please don't be upset, Victoria. I've returned your wedding dress exactly as it was. It's all my fault. Please don't argue with Zach because of me."

On the fifth day, Valkiria appeared with the dress, leaving Elena speechless the moment she saw it—it was breathtaking. The black fabric had a subtle shimmer, as if it had been sewn with fragments of the night itself. The skirt fell in long, elegant layers, with embroidered silver threads resembling twisted branches and crescent moons. The sleeves were delicate, and the bodice shaped her body perfectly. "Valkiria..." Elena placed a hand on her chest. "This is..." "Perfect, I know," she replied, satisfied. "And before you say anything, no, you will not wear white. You’re marrying the lord of darkness of Transylvania, at night, in a castle surrounded by mountains and legends. The least expecte

The floral arrangements were all red roses—perhaps a bit cliché, but festive and full of joy. Leon Everhart personally took Elijah and Chloe to get their formal attire tailored. To Seraphina Arden, the wedding itself wasn’t a big deal. Leon Everhart, however, chose three different outfits for her. One was a white off-shoulder wedding gown with a red shawl. The shawl was Leon Everhart’s idea, under the excuse of "the weather being too chilly, don’t catch a cold." This way, Seraphina Arden could wear an off-shoulder gown while still keeping covered.

“Now let’s get you ready. You’re about to become the Luna of the pack, after all.” I nodded, my heart fluttering with excitement as I turned back to the mirror. My dress—*my wedding dress*—was stunning. The fabric was a delicate ivory silk that shimmered in the light, flowing down in soft waves to the floor. The bodice was adorned with intricate lace detailing, and the sleeves, made of the same lace, clung to my arms like a second skin. It felt light and airy, like it was made just for me, with delicate pearl buttons lining the back. The dress hugged my figure perfectly, making me feel both powerful and ethereal.

Elena Cortez had never felt more beautiful. She stood in the bridal suite of the Grandview Hotel, staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror. The wedding dress was a dream ivory silk with delicate lace sleeves, a fitted bodice that made her feel like a princess, and a train that pooled elegantly on the marble floor. Her dark hair was swept up in an intricate updo, woven with tiny white roses. Her makeup artist had made her eyes shine, her lips the perfect shade of rose.