Onyx Bridal Set Novels & Stories

The baby apparently wanted food right now. Once my hair and makeup were done…soft waves, glowing skin, subtle but regal eyes…the dress, crown, and accessories finally arrived. I was speechless. The gown was pure magic…white silk with gold and silver threads, delicate wolf motifs, blooming camellias along the hem and sleeves, crystals sparkling like starlight. The crown was breathtaking…elegant, powerful, with a central moonstone that seemed to glow. The matching ring was a masterpiece of diamonds and rubies. I could feel Adrian's love as I looked at each of them and my chest tightened.

The one in the middle spoke first, laying out two velvet-lined ring boxes "We have three sets for each of you, both bride and groom. For the bride we've selected elegant rings with a modern twist: the first is a platinum ring with a teardrop-shaped diamond center, the second is a sleek band of sapphires and diamonds and the third is a vintage dusty rose with detailed lace-like wirework" He gestured to the next tray "For the groom we have a classic brushed gold band, a platinum with an engraved design and a matte black band for the modern look" Alexander's eyes sparkled as he leaned over the rings "Teardrop shaped for the bride" he declared with a playful grin "because it reflects her eleganc

The central obsidian dais waited beneath the open sky, carved with intertwined ravens and thorny roses. The ceremony began. King Alaric walked his daughter down the aisle first. Victoria was radiant in her crimson wedding gown — deep velvet that sparkled with thousands of tiny embedded rubies and obsidian shards, catching the blood moon’s light like living flame. The dress hugged her figure before flowing into a long train embroidered with silver thorns and tiny ravens. Her auburn hair was braided with crimson roses and obsidian beads, and her ruby eyes shone with fierce, uncontainable joy.

It was definitely the one. As I held the dress in my hands, I could picture her wearing it, and I taking it off later at night. But something was missing – an element of elegance to make the outfit truly unforgettable. When I saw the onyx jewelry set in the display case, I knew the deep black stones would be the perfect complement to the dress, adding a touch of sophistication and glamor to the dress. I didn't hesitate for a moment I picked out the earrings and pendant, knowing that they would be a perfect match for the dress. After handing them to the sales clerk, I felt a sense of amusement, I wanted to make her pretty so I could tear them off her. But I wasn't finished yet. I wanted to ma

“Give me the Bridal Gold Set! The one worth 15,000! I’ve got the money for it anyway!” The Bridal Gold Set consisted of a gold necklace, a gold bracelet, and a gold ring. It was a popular jewelry set for middle-class brides, though a set amounting to 15,000 would be considered rather hefty by common folks. The necklace weighed more than 100 grams, consisted of three loops, and each loop got progressively longer until the last one ended with a nice floral pendant. It was a pleasant gift. Worth its price too.

I guess she really have got interested in Hayl and me. Roaming around, the set ups were like this. There were three lawns, and they were well decorated for there own reasons, perfectly with nothing lacking. They were looking so beautiful, that I will love to get married hundred times for this visua. The background lawn one was for all flowered I guess for the photoshoots thing that happens with everyone. And then the other poolside one was made of so many mirrors around the areas with small and big and different shapes, hanging on. Then there was a whole set up of a party mood, with drinking bar and lighting and other table and music system. I guess for dance and dinner. And lastly there wa

“Who are those people? Why are there horses here?” His eyes looked amused at her question. His once cold eyes glowed in amusement. “It should be me who should ask. Why did you put yourself on the path of those men, especially wearing only this?” His gaze traveled on her small form insolently. She pushed him away embarrassed by the look in his eyes. “How dare you? This wedding dress …” she trailed when she looked down, she realized she was only wearing a long thin fabric that was wrapped around her naked body. “Where is the wedding dress?!”

Euthalia’s POV THREE YEARS AGO I was furiously taping my feet on the floor as I tried to decide which perfume I was going to use for the Moon Goddess ceremony. I had performed this veneration for years before I was eighteen and even got to know who my mate was. But I guess my mate and Alpha, Andrei, had always known. He had sent tons of dresses for me to pick from and managed to pick the white one with stones around it. “You really shouldn’t be worried about what kind of lip gloss you’re going to put on. All the attention will be drawn to you anyway.” Andrei said behind me. He walked up to me, and placed a wet kiss on my shoulder, making me tingle all over.

She laughed, still scanning the displays. I stayed glued to her side, absorbing every suggestion, every wink of encouragement. She pointed out another piece in a rich crimson shade, then steered us toward the bridal whites. “This one,” she said, lifting a white set that was equal parts innocent and sinful—lace so fine it looked like it might dissolve under fingertips, with strategic cutouts that left little to the imagination. “Let’s find a nice one in white for your wedding night.” I nodded, heat creeping up my neck. “That’s right. I want something very sexy.” I said. “I want something… bold. Something that actually feels like something.”

The dress was the one I'd changed into in a Singapore airport bathroom: deep navy, fitted, quietly good in the way clothes are when they weren't chosen for an occasion. I looked straight ahead. Adrian was at the altar, watching me approach with an expression I couldn't fully decode and didn't have the bandwidth to try. The vows were the standard form. Nothing personalized, nothing that acknowledged the extraordinary wreckage of the last two hours. Just the old words, spoken in a cathedral already asked once today to witness a marriage, being asked, with remarkable composure, to witness another. I do. His voice was steady. Unhesitating. When he slid the ring onto my finger, his thumb pressed