Gothic Table Runner Novels & Stories

Faye POV The great hall glowed with torchlight that danced across every stone wall and gold banners that hung from the high beams. The banners looked new and expensive, their edges were sharp, with the Miller's crest—two wolves facing a full moon—stitched in thick gold thread that caught the fire and shone bright. There were pine garlands that wrapped every column with white winter roses tucked between the branches, filling the air with a clean sharp smell that mixed with the warm scent of beeswax candles burning in tall iron holders and the rich smell of roasted meat drifting from the long tables.

The banquet hall was magnificient, it has spectacular carved and gilded ceiling containing nice painting depicting the Lycan and werewolves monarchy. Rounds table evely spreads thoughout the space, covered in white and royal blue cloth, hugae floral arrangement and golden chandelier bourgeois adorning the table.

"I like this one too." "Don't you think that's too ... simple?" I trailed my finger over the tables. "It's too white. White plates, white napkins, white candles, white table runners - if you don't mind, I would love to add a few more colours." "Which are?" "An addition to this", I reassured him. "Green, gold and grey. Grey table runners. Green will be the flowers. Gold could be the accent colour. The rest will be white. But that's just an example."

In the end, I had to recognize the splendor of this house and knew that I would feel good here after all. Returning to the description of the room, there was a wardrobe carved with various animals next to the window, then a large bed with a red canopy, and on it lay silk linen in a burgundy color. Opposite this bed stood a beautiful antique desk and chair in the same style, and a dressing table with a mirror, the frame of which was carved with climbing wild roses. Entering this house, and now also the room, I immediately felt like in some costume movie. The only thing missing was the long corset dress. I laughed a little at the thought, because I had a large collection of clothes in this sty

People didn't put spotlights over cheap prints. The carpet was meadow-green and very plush; complimenting the assortment of potted plants around the space. A series of teardrop shaped lights hung down the center of the rectangular room; illuminating an oval, mahogany table. There was a carving of a candle snuffer in the center of the table with Celtic knotwork surrounding it and the words "Riamh Eagla an Dorchadas" beneath it. The symbol and motto of the Extinguishers. "Never fear the darkness," I whispered as I translated the Gaelic to myself. The last words of the female hunter came back to me then; her cackling voice advising me to do exactly the opposite. What the hell had she meant by t

I turn on my heel and stalk to their dining room. “What are you doing?” Amelia calls after me, a little panic in her voice. I can hear Victor following me behind, his footsteps measured and curious. In the room, I wrap my hands in two fists worth of fine linen-and-lace tablecloth, an heirloom, I know – a gift from Amelia’s grandmother. As hard as I can, I yank it, sending crystal candlesticks cascading to the ground as the fabric yields and slides off the table.

Lucille Summers was beautiful. She carried with her an elegance that gave her an ethereal charm. At present, she sat across from me in a white dress. She had no makeup on, and her eyes were rimmed red. "Penelope, I know that I have wronged you. But the baby is innocent…" she said as she gently caressed her baby bump. She looked ever so pitiful with her reddened eyes.

The air was perfumed with the scent of fresh roses and lavender, adding an intoxicating sweetness to the atmosphere. The path itself led to a secluded area, where a lone table stood in the middle of a heart-shaped arrangement of rose petals. The petals were a deep red, their velvety texture catching the flickering light of the candles that surrounded the table, adding a soft, romantic glow. The table was elegantly set with fine china, crystal glasses, and silverware that gleamed in the light. Three chairs were arranged around it, their backs adorned with delicate garlands of flowers, as if nature itself had blessed this moment.

I opened my own door before the driver reached it and stepped out into the cool air, smoothing my dress, and walked toward the hall without waiting to see his face. The hall itself was lit gold from every angle, chandeliers dripping light down over black marble floors polished enough to throw back a second version of the room beneath everyone's feet. Long banners in deep crimson hung from the rafters, the crest of every attending pack stitched into the fabric, Wild Bloomers' wolf snarling silver thread among them. Round tables draped in ivory linen circled the edges of the floor, wine glasses already catching the light, and somewhere a quartet was playing something slow and formal that nobod

Nothing about this nonsense was romantic. The room lacked any trace of romance even with all the red decorations, and it was evident that the setup didn't align with his expectations or desires. As Lumiére made his way towards the table, he couldn't help but notice the extravagant setup in the room. A magnificent golden chandelier hung above, casting a warm glow on the round table that awaited them. There were only two chairs, one for him and one for Lady Eloise. The table itself was adorned with a white tablecloth covered in delicate flowers, and golden plates were carefully arranged on top.