Novel & Cerita Horror Gothic Wedding Rings

Now and then I stole glances at Anthony, who seemed serious about listening, unlike when we were married. He looked relaxed and always smiling as if he was set up to look happy. The con man who now wants to be a good guy. We said our vows again and Anthony still looked tense. I feel this is too childish. Repeating important events, even though they are not far away, several weeks ago. If this happened on our wedding anniversary, it would probably feel very special. When the ring was to be put on, he did not remove the previous ring. The new ring was blood red like the clothes we were wearing. What type of gemstone is this?

When I saw this in the antique shop where the lady told me it was taken from the couple who was once separated from war—the woman died waiting for her husband then. Right now, Dante is my husband. This version of Dante. Just not for this version of him. Not for the man who will soon remember. His gaze doesn’t leave my face. “And this one?” he asks, eyes darting to the second ring. I shove it onto my own finger and hold my hand up for him to see. My throat feels tight. “See? Matching. Husband and wife.” His jaw flexes. He doesn’t say anything at first, just grabs my hand and kisses it, his lips warm against my skin. It feels like he’s branding me. “How much did these cost?”

Embellished with intricate beadwork, the cape shimmered with an ethereal glow. To complement the gown, she wore a delicate silver circlet adorned with moonstones and iridescent crystals, representing the lunar energy that coursed through her veins. The circlet rested gently upon her brow, which somehow just looked very natural on her making her look absolutely stunning. Ulrich’s wedding attire began with a tailored suit crafted from rich, dark fabrics. The deep hues mirror the shadows of the night, reminiscent of the moonlit forests. The suit was intricately embroidered with motifs inspired by the patterns found in the pelts of noble wolves, paying homage to his lycan lineage.

Jim interrupted her. "Then I'll wear white," Alicia cut in agitatedly. Jim saw that Alicia's distress was real. "Okay, okay. Let's not have a church wedding," he murmured cajolingly. "Thank you, Jim." "Oh, Alicia! You made me so happy!" He held her hands and offered a gentle kiss on every finger. "Here is my late mother's ring. Wear this for always." The antique gold ring had a modestly-sized pink diamond. It was surrounded by small emeralds. The stones twinkled with every move of her left hand.

Two days later, I stood in my family’s foyer, the weight of the gown heavy on my shoulders. It was a masterpiece of black velvet and silver filigree, beautiful and severe. The room was filled with wedding gifts from the Prince’s allies—caskets of aged blood-wine, chests of moon-forged chalices, ancient tapestries depicting scenes from the Long Night. A fortune in grim splendor. My parents approached me, their steps hesitant. My mother wrung her hands.

He asked with a smile. "Y-yeah!" Harri said, snapping out of his thoughts as he took a step over to me and held out the velvet pillow with the two rings on it. I took one, while Max took the other. “Then with the blessings of all the Gods within Annwn, I pronounce you husband and husband,” the holy man said while offering us both a small piece of myrtle. There was some reason behind this particular herb with the mortal rulers, but I wasn’t quite clear about its use. It seemed fitting to use it, though.

I locked her away, taking the blows she rained on the mental cage like a champ. The lingerie section hadn’t been part of my itinerary but it was close to my gown fitting shop Isma had begged me to patronize. I had done an all-white wedding once and I wasn’t feeling very enthusiastic about another one. Tia and I shared the same love for darker colors, so I chose a dark color theme for our wedding; grey and black. It was what humans would refer to as a gothic wedding and I was super excited to try on my dress. The woman that greeted me at the door smelt funny, and I met her gaze steadily immediately on guard. She smiled, bowing her head a little in respect but only to ease me.

If the engagement had shocked people, then this wedding was a declaration of power so overwhelming that it left the entire Alliance breathless. My gown was also a gift from Kaelen. It was crafted from enchanted silk and dyed a deep, blood-like crimson, with intricate golden runes stitched along the seams, which were ancient symbols of protection and prosperity. Although this was my second wedding, my heart couldn’t have been more different than the first time.

He sighed and wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin in the crook of my neck. "I wanted it to be a surprise for the day before our wedding, but you found out early. "I found a Faelorian designer to incorporate elements from 'Adored' into the ring. Sadie, our rings are the only ones of their kind in the world." His voice carried a hint of a smile, and his warm breath fanned across my ear. "Don't be mad anymore, okay? I'll admit that Cassie followed me around and talked to me, but I turned her down. There's no room in my world for anyone but you."

Though my heart rebels against the role forced upon me, I follow Lucien's commands, donning the enchantments as instructed. Before slipping the wedding ring onto my finger, I pause, allowing my gaze to linger upon it. A delicate chain, a symbol of my confinement, it serves as a constant reminder of the chains that bind me to Lucien. With a heavy sigh, I resign myself to its presence, sliding it into place, a weight that pulls at my spirit even as it sparkles in the dim light.