Vampire Bride And Groom Novels & Stories

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

“Tiana, come back to me, okay? This time, I’ll give you the grandest wedding. You’ll wear the most beautiful wedding dress.” Zack frowned and kicked him away. “Don’t touch my wife.” Watching Shawn fall to the ground, I thought of the child I had lost, and my eyes welled up with tears. “Shawn, you disgust me.” My whole body trembled, but the tears still flowed down my cheeks. “Five years ago, when you made me wear a bridesmaid’s dress, I was carrying your child! That night, you never came looking for me in that heavy rain. You didn’t care whether a pregnant woman like me might be in danger.

, I frowned. "Don't you want to know who will be your bride now?", He asked to which I raised my brow. "She is the elder daughter of the Vampire's King, Lenora.", I didn't know why but this news didn't give me any happiness. Lenora was strong and powerful, just like the bride I always wished for but still, my mind was on my human bride who lives in a supernatural world but had no supernatural powers. . . . Andrella's POV . . .

Vampires didn’t count years as humans did and I had long since understood that passage of time for us was far different, but somewhere deep in my heart, the heart that had once been human, told me in a wondrous whisper that Damien might just have waited for me all these centuries. He could have married a long time ago, but he hadn't, because he hadn't found the one woman who had been made just for him. Beside the altar, I saw four of Damien’s inner circle member standing on guard, two on either side of the aisle. Demitri and Keenan Shaw were on one side while Zoya and Tempest Moore on the other. I understood then that they were our bride’s maids and grooms men and they all gave me a smile as

"Now go. Your bride's waiting, and I have considerable security details still to finalize before either Council arrives." The pavilion at the Hollow Bridge, when Damon arrived, had been transformed beyond anything even Marta's most elaborate planning sessions had quite prepared him for: white and silver draping catching the crisp winter light, wolf and vampire heraldry woven together in careful, deliberate symmetry along every support beam, and, gathered beneath it, both territories' full populations, wolves and vampires mingling with an easy familiarity that would have seemed, eight months ago, entirely impossible. Garrick found him near the pavilion's entrance, dressed in formal pack color

My eyes widened and I looked up at him. "I went back and paid the man and bought the mate to the one you got," he said softly and my heart swelled in my chest. We were kissing each other before the preacher announced that we could and didn't mind in the least. We were presented to our friends and family as Ambrose and Hera Drăculea, king and queen of the vampires.

Zach winced for air, Arron fang penetrated his skin now heading for his vein he had no other choice than to give. "You should go greet the king who invited us," Adina said trying to hold down the laughter which was piled up within. The expression on Sophia's face was a sight to behold, the sight of the men who tore themselves apart In the ring was something she couldn't stomach. "Am not here because of his invitation," Sophia murmured now turning to Adina. "Greeting him as your husband-to-be wouldn't hurt," Adina added trying to get on Sophia's nerves. Sophia gave Adina the don't push it to look, being addressed as Hector's bride Was something she hated more than seeing two men tear themselv

When her hair tumbled forward like a river of silk, there was no escaping it. The Scarlet Vampire pulled a player into her arms, and they surrendered completely, believing the NPC had fallen for them. Even after their blood was drained, a contented smile stayed on their face. Meanwhile, the Ghost Bride's presence was unmatched. With a single glance from her mournful eyes, players fell under her spell, willingly letting themselves be consumed by the ethereal folds of her white veil. Each bride shone in her own way, captivating viewers completely. "This is the true art of killing!"

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

"You will greet her as you have greeted me." The room was dead quiet. Victor's gaze came off me, checked Dorian, came back to me, and did the arithmetic. Then he bowed. "My lady," he said. I was too worn to feel the victory. He looked at me a moment longer than he should have, and I felt the reaching in it, the way he was still trying to pull my history out of me. "Where is the bride from?" Victor said to Dorian. "I do not recognize her."