Vampire Bride And Groom Novels & Stories

“Always.” She tried to hold the smile back but failed miserably. And he looked like he’d die for it. The priest began speaking, but Egon didn’t glance away from her even once. Every guest, every danger, every wound from their past dissolved. Only she existed. Then the priest announced what no one expected. “The bride and groom will now speak their vows.” Murmurs erupted with shock and disbelief. A mafia couple doing vows? Unthinkable. Emerald squeezed Egon’s hand and he nodded for her to go first.

The morning of Kimberly and Gabriel’s wedding dawned with an air of serenity. The venue was unlike anything Kimberly could have imagined. Instead of a grand palace or a wolf pack hall, Gabriel had chosen a meadow on the borders of both wolf and vampire territories—a neutral ground that symbolized unity. The vast stretch of green was transformed overnight, flowers in deep crimson, pale white, and lavender colors bloomed across arches, woven with silver threads that shimmered under the morning sun. Long banners carrying both the wolf pack crest and the royal vampire emblem flowed in the wind.

We said the vows, we exchanged the mating rings, and everything moved too fast until the officiant announced, "Now you may kiss the bride." The world slowed, every second drawn out as Vladimir leaned down and kissed me. When he stepped back I brushed my hand against my lips as if I could wipe him off me. The officiant smiled and declared, "I pronounce you husband and wife, two souls as one with the mating rings binding you both." He went on, "May the moon goddess bless you with pups to populate this pack." I cringed. I clenched my fists until the nails dug into my palms.​

After the shower and because of tiredness I easily fell asleep. In between sleepily and awake, I dreamed of a girl walking down the aisle covered with red rose petals with a touch of lavender flowers makes the whole place fragrant and aesthetically beautiful with a lot of werewolves surrounding them with tuxedos and elegant dresses, a loud howl of wolves can be heard when the bride walking slowly in the aisle until she reached the center, when suddenly a lot of intruders wrecked the whole place the visitors became wild werewolves. The bride felt a pang in her chest and an arrow pierced through her chest, her white long dress became maroon. She looked at his groom struggling to come closer an

Said Tony in a husky voice. Without warning, Tony leaned his body closer to Lila’. His left hand tightly sealed both Lila’s hand up while his right hand lingered in Lila’s collar, motioning to tear her cloth. “Since you seem like to be fooled around, let’s have it then. We can get married after.” “NO…” Lila screamed. “WHO SAYS I WANNA MARRY YOU?” Too bad, Tony managed to tear Lila’s cloth, revealing her bra. He smirked. “Nice red.”

Faith asked to fill the awkward silence. "Obviously. Kalen, my one, and I have wanted a baby for a long time." "What's a 'one'?" Faith asked. "Well, vampires don't marry; they have soul mates. When you find your soul mate, you mark each other, claiming them as yours, and you as theirs. They are your One, forever and ever. Infidelity is a crime punishable by death. When you have found your One you are called 'bonded' vampires, and become more powerful now that you are united with your other half. Also any normal vampire can only create offspring with their One, however royalty are obviously more powerful and can reproduce with anyone." Katherine explained calmly as if she were just talking ab

“In Brooklyn.” I nodded. How exactly was I supposed to conduct this conversation? Hello. Do you think you have the biological environment to carry my dangerous werewolf child? By the way, I’m a werewolf. She spoke before I could think of anything else. “So why do you need a surrogate?” she asked. “No offense, but you don’t look like someone who’d have trouble finding a wife.” I blinked. “That’s not really your business.” “Sorry,” she muttered, her cheeks turning pink.

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

"Sure, our families have a promise to marry, but you should know that whether you get to marry me doesn't depend on how long you've pursued me. It depends on what you can bring to the table." I snorted. "Dario, you're not the only son the Morandi family has, are you?" The smug look on his face froze, and the snickering behind me cut off abruptly. The connection between the Vito and Morandi families went back to my grandfather's generation. He and Dario's grandfather had fought side by side in Vidaly and agreed that their descendants would marry. The marriage never happened in Papa's generation, so the engagement was passed down to ours. And Papa had made it clear that whoever in the Morandi

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."