Horror Gothic Wedding Rings Novels & Stories

Archangel Saint Michael Church, 1941. I place the photo back, and turn the page. The next photo is of the same woman, a portrait of her standing alone in her wedding dress, holding a cascade of white lilies. Unlike before, she’s not smiling here. Here her expression is veiled, cautious. I study the picture, wondering what it is exactly that I’m looking for anyway, when I spot it. There’s a glinting silver ring wrapped around her finger, just below the golden wedding band. A ring in the shape of a scaled serpent biting its own tail.

On my left hand, a rock the size of a walnut caught the light, a custom-cut pink diamond surrounded by black gold, the ultimate symbol of Preston's obsession. I turned slightly, checking the view of my rear. The red, heart-shaped head of a crystal butt plug peeked out from between my ass cheeks, catching the sun. Preston had made me promise to wear it from the moment I woke up until the moment he took it out with his teeth. It was a heavy, constant reminder of the hardcore night ahead. "Gosh! I can't believe you're getting married today," Lauren said, breathless as she tugged the laces of my silk corset, pulling my waist into a sharp hourglass curve.

The day before my wedding, I discovered my fiancé's close female friend had turned the church into a bloody haunted house. When I confronted my fiancé, Yves Laurent, he blamed me for making a fuss. After I called the wedding off, he suddenly regretted it. - I never expected that Yves Laurent—who always seemed so honest and steady—could harbor such a grim, macabre taste. Our wedding was tomorrow. The whole city's respectable families would be in attendance; if they saw a horror-show themed ceremony, they would mock me without mercy.

Grace and I dressed in simple white gowns with crowns of willow branches and wheat around our heads. I had always hoped for a summer wedding. But this felt right. Intimate. Unforgettable. I just hoped it wouldn’t be in vain. “You have to come back,” I murmured, pressing my ringed hand against Andrei’s chest and splaying my fingers wide over the leather. “You can’t put two rings on my finger and die so soon.”

Howls echoed in the air—wolves crying from the belly of the earth. I spun around—and saw myself smiling, her face half-shifted into a wolf’s skull. And she said: “You will marry. Whether you want to… or not.” --- Everything went black. I woke up alone on the cold stone floor. The circular room was gone. No altar. No mirror. Just me… and the blood-red gown now clinging to my body. The blood was real. The scent clung to my skin. I touched my neck— and found a wedding necklace, black as obsidian, bearing the Blackwell crest.

I was sound asleep the night before the wedding when a video call from my best friend, Eve, came in. “Aisling, my wedding’s starting in half an hour. Where is my maid of honor?” I pulled back the curtains and stared in resignation at the still night at one in the morning. “Eve, what are you talking about? It’s not even dawn. Who gets married in the wee hours? You’re working overtime as my alarm clock.” It was a pause on the line until Eve’s camera shifted to the blue skies behind the groom. “Are you still asleep, Aisling? It’s morning. “Our families have arrived. Everyone’s waiting on you. Get here quickly.” The call ended, and I snapped awake. Judging by the family members caught in

“I’m Grace, by the way.” “Hi, Grace,” Maxine responded awkwardly. “I’m already married, but it wasn’t a formal setting, so we didn’t get to buy our wedding rings. My husband asked me to get one.” “I understand, ma’am,” then the woman left her to go to the stall on the right side. “This is our latest collection. I bet your husband will love whatever you pick from this set.” Maxine opted for a Cartier wedding band. It was a white gold split ring from their Love collection. She handed it to the saleslady along with the black card Sean had given her.

"So, it really is your wedding today?" I looked him dead in the eye, calm and composed. "You think I'm like you? Always playing with people like they're pawns in your little games? "The wedding dress was custom-made, and Gavin brought the ring back from overseas. Neither of them was rented." Easton looked like he'd just been stabbed. "Then, the e-invite..." I opened my phone and shoved my feed in front of his face.

There were still necklaces and earrings, one after another, until he finally pushed her to the ring display. Narsha blinked uncomfortably. “But... isn't this a wedding ring set?” “Well, who says we can't buy wedding rings even if we're not married?” Dexter glanced at the staff, his voice light. “I'm right, aren't I?” “That's right, sir. Many couples buy ring sets just as couple rings. It's the trend now.” Dexter nodded, proud. “See? Now, pick one for us.” Narsha took a deep breath. Her chest felt tight, but this time, it felt different, heavier, as if the ring could drag her into a step she had been trying to avoid but secretly desired.

he said with a confident smirk. Mia on the other hand is trying not to hurt Bianca and Sabrina who are pointing out every ring which they feel will look good on Mia. But nothing caught Mia's eye, and most importantly, she is not at all interested in this shopping. But then her interest spiked when she spotted two wedding rings which are nestled in black velvet boxes. They are a couple of rings made of platinum. One of the rings has small diamonds all around it with one big diamond lying in the middle. The other ring has small diamonds placed here and there.