Horror Gothic Wedding Rings Novels & Stories

And in spite of it, or perhaps because of it, she took my breath away. I turned her toward the altar and stood quietly by her side, listening to her breathe, listening to the priest but not hearing his words. Hearing her quiet "I do." Speaking my own. Catching the slight tremble of her hand as she handed her bouquet of blackest lilies—appropriate if not dramatic—to my brother, who remained by her side. She then faced me again, and I took her hand. From my pocket I retrieved her wedding band. A ring of thorns made of iron, black and rounded to slide onto her finger, jagged to remind her of her place. She looked down at it once it was fully seated on her delicate finger, and I wondered what th

Noir was purring in the back of her mind now, a dark, satisfied sound. Kaden walked up behind her, his reflection looming over hers. He placed a heavy, cold object around her neck. It wasn't the diamond necklace her father had bought her the "shimmering shackle." This was a choker of black obsidian, inlaid with a single, blood-red ruby. It felt like armor. He whispered in her ear, telling her that the wedding was set to begin in four hours. The guest list included the most influential Alphas in the region. He told her that if she walked in now, she would be the ghost they couldn't ignore.

Anthony really bagged himself a goddess. She turned toward me, her smile lazy and tipsy but still somehow dazzling. “You gonna keep up, future bride, or are we calling it a night?” I let out a giggle. “You wanna see something?” I asked, lifting my hand with exaggerated grace. The lights above caught the ring on my finger—the very same ring that had nearly given me a panic attack when it first slid on. I wiggled my fingers like a magician pulling off a trick. “Bam! Look at that! That’s not just any ring. That’s a Lennox ring.”

The Bennett’s household was bustling with activity. It was the day, after all, Isabella-who is truly Jennifer, was to get married to Alexander Romano. In a strange twist of fate, the biggest competitors and the most savage of enemies would be bound by the ties of marriage. The wedding was scheduled to take place on a bright Saturday afternoon, in the hot summer breeze.

She was annoyed at Aciel who could sleep easily next to her, while she couldn't even close her eyes because she was constantly haunted by the shadow of Aciel and Stacie's affair. "Wh-what does this mean?" Eden asked confused. She found a diamond ring so beautiful in the velvet box. Aciel then took it and pulled Eden's right hand to pin the ring on his wife's finger. “Our wedding ring. I want to start over again. I used to put it in a hurry on your ring finger until your finger scratched a little. And now I'm going to put it on carefully so you don't scratch your fingers." Aciel put the ring on slowly then kissed the back of his wife's hand gently.

I roll my eyes when I hear Gio behind me and I turn around to face him. “I’m a Vittori; I’ll die if I’m not dramatic,” I say and twirl around in my wedding dress. “So, what do you think?” I had this dress specially made for me since I’m nearly ready to pop. It’s a stunning crimson silk dress with a black lace lining and off the shoulder neckline. My heels are custom-made black Louboutin pumps with a black lace design over the red bottom and the stilettos are made to look like silver daggers.

Inside was a ring: platinum band, single emerald cut diamond, flanked by two smaller sapphires the color of deep sea. "It was my grandmother's," he said. "She gave it to my mother for safekeeping. Mom gave it to me yesterday." Veronica's eyes filled. "It's beautiful." He slid it onto her finger. Perfect fit. "Veronica Hale. Will you marry me? Again?" She laughed through tears. "Yes. Again. And again." He kissed her knuckles, then her lips, then her belly. The wedding was small. Intimate. A rooftop ceremony in early June, just as summer began to soften the city air. Twenty guests. Sandra. A few close friends from college. Veronica's cousin from Boston. No press. No photographers except the on

Sh​e reached into her pocket an‌d pulled out a small, velvet box​. ​"Here," she said, shoving i​t into my hand. I opened it. I‍ns‍ide was a ring​—an ancient, heavy gold band‍ with a ruby‌ the color of pigeon blood. ⁠"Th‌is w‌as my‌ wedding ring," Nonn⁠a said. "It has seen th‍ree wars‍ and five ve‍ndett‌as. It brings luck to stu​bborn women."

“This is as real as it gets.” He runs a hand through his hair, looking more nervous than I’ve ever seen him. “So … will you, THE GIRL, do THIS GUY the honor of marrying him?” He holds out a ring. A dainty harlequin black Opal encircled by smaller Alexandrites — both our birthstones combined. My hand flies to my mouth as a wave of emotions crashes through me so hard my knees almost give out. The world blurs around the edges, and I vaguely realize someone behind me is holding me upright.

"By the power of the night, I now pronounce you husband and wife. High Alpha and Luna." A long beat passes. Where is the traditional command to claim the bride's lips? That is the single most important part of the entire mating ritual. Before I can growl out an objection, Rowan blinks. "Where are the sacred rings?" "Oh. You actually paid for the metal?" The bard's eyes dart guiltily left and right. "Give me a second. Most couples who come through here skip the hardware." Jonny comes sprinting up to the stone altar, holding two metal bands in his palm. They look far more like cheap silver than true mountain gold. "Genuine white gold, forged in the high peaks!"