Onyx Bridal Set Novels & Stories

Even the Bishop and his assistants looked ecstatic to see the young, happy couple before them. The celebration was grand and joyous. The wedding bells were so loud that they rang throughout the entire kingdom. Speaking of grand, Prince Alexander had called in the finest tailors to ensure Bethany got her dream dress. It was an off shoulder A-line gown, with floral lace on the edge of her skirts. The same lace design was used for the half sleeves that came to her elbows and also the train of her gorgeous dress. Bethany looked breathtaking with bold makeup and a simple transparent veil. Her golden tiara gave the final touch of her princess look.

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.

Everybody important to us attended, even some onlookers from around the kingdom showed up to give their support to the betas. Raya looked absolutely stunning in her dress of white that flowed effortlessly to the floor in its silky fabric. The dress hugged her body perfectly, revealing every one of her perfect curves. I stood at the front of the chapel with Caroline who was Raya’s bridesmaid and Nancy who also agreed to be Raya’s bridesmaid, despite not knowing Raya that well. We all wore matching pink dresses, except Caroline and Nancy were able to wear heels. Sebastian stood on the other side of Arnold as the best man. The groomsmen, who stood next to Sebastian, were the head gamma and Scot

She stepped into the hall in a smooth goldish satin fabric gown that was ankle-length and with a flowing, sweeping train. And the hall was grand, a high-ceilinged chamber and wooden beams and stone walls and there was a long, ornate table stretching down the hall. Every seat was occupied and when Alpha Oizys motioned her to the empty seat beside him, she approached him without hesitation and suddenly felt uneasy. It was walking in the midst of predators and that was what they were. Roxie had learned from Rune how to differentiate Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Omegas and the common wolf. They weren't hard to spot. Roxie took her seat and the feast began.

PRECIOUS Three weeks later… “Hurry up, Luna!” Ruby shouted down the stairs. I giggled as I checked my reflection in the mirror for the umpteenth time. I was dressed in a stunning wedding gown. The off-shoulder design elegantly frames my collarbones and shoulders, accentuating my curves and highlighting my smile. The fitted, mermaid silhouette showcases my figure, while the intricate lace and beading shimmer like diamonds in the light. Delicate florals and vines dance across the bodice, cascading down the skirt in a whimsical, ethereal pattern. The dramatic train flows behind me, a river of silk that seems to go on forever.

She nodded, too moved for speech. Roxanne stood for a moment at the threshold, framed by light, and every conversation seemed to soften, as if the air itself had turned to watch her. Her gown was a study in quiet luxury; pale pink silk that caught the light with every step, flowing cleanly along her figure before spilling into a graceful train. Delicate lace traced the edges; just enough detail to reward a closer look without overwhelming her. Her hand was tucked in the smaller one of her little son, who stood importantly, suited up in his little tux, already looking like a mirror image of Alex van Dyke. The bride’s hair had been styled with intention; soft waves cascaded over her shoulders.

“Use those funds for business attire, Miss St. Claire. What I’m buying are your evenings-with-me ensembles, Nikki. And I must say… You and Miss Fernsby have knocked the selection out of the park tonight.” His gaze eases over me, admiringly. Heatedly. I’m wearing a curve-hugging, black, one-shouldered mini. The neckline scoops artistically toward the shoulder that’s covered, and the long sleeve tightly flows downward, gathering a tad in places and ending midway across my hand, all with dramatic flair. I’m holding an onyx-died ostrich clutch with a wide, shiny platinum trim along the edge of the flap. On the hand of my bare arm is a striking onyx-and-platinum ring that stands out on my middle

She brushed it aside and focused on the moment. The priest quickly resumed the ceremony. The sun had already begun to set by the time the wedding ended. Everything happened fast. Too fast. Soon, everyone gathered at the reception hall. The place was grand. Beautiful. Luxurious. Rich and influential people filled the room. Laughing loudly, glass clicking, influential people trying to connect with each other, while everyone completely ignored the bride. Riley felt small. Out of place. Invisible. It was as though she didn’t exist at her own wedding.

Two large, elegant boxes and one sleek key fob. Catriona’s eyes widened slightly as she approached. “Shawn… what is this?” I pulled her close first, kissing her temple before guiding her to sit. “Gifts,” I said simply. “For the woman who agreed to marry a man like me.” I opened the first box — a stunning set of jewelry from Harry Winston. A necklace with a large, flawless diamond centerpiece surrounded by smaller stones, matching earrings, and a bracelet that caught the light like liquid fire. Classic, timeless, and outrageously expensive. The kind of pieces meant to be worn on the most important day of our lives.

"Stop making a scene. Other than me, who in Silver Hollow would still marry you?" Before he could finish speaking, the village chief called from outside. "Julia, come out. It's time to inspect the bridal set." Seven pieces of silver ornaments were arranged neatly in front of everyone. Each piece had been carefully crafted, but the silver crown in the center was the most breathtaking of all. Fine strands of silver had been woven into flowers, delicate and bright enough to show just how much care had gone into it. Logan froze. "I thought you said you did not want the bridal set," he asked. "Where did all this come from?"