Vampire Bride And Groom Novels & Stories

maid and groomsman, they each descended down the stairs and stood at the alter, then he called me, Aurora and Bryan, after we got to the Alter he called Tyler and Justin down to the Alter and when Tyler and Justin go to the alter he announced The Father of the Bride Hades Williams and The Bride Your Highness Queen Destiny Hope Williams. When the announced Destiny everyone stood up and turned to the back of the church and watched Her walk down the stairs. I looked over at Bryan his eyes were glued to watching her descend down the stairs when the guard arched the sabers when he and her daddy watched to the front everyone was amazing on how beautiful she was, she was breath taking I haven’t s

Gyozo boomed above the buzz of the room, “Welcome.” Two guards assisted the woman as she quietly climbed the stairs to stand next to her future husband. Although she wore a long, velvet robe that disguised her female figure and a black veil that hid her face, Shen sensed something familiar in the way she moved. When she reached the top of the stairs, Gyozo took both her hands and pulled her gently to him. A curtain opened slowly behind the couple, to reveal an enormous four poster bed. It was then that Shen realized he was about to witness the vampire wedding.

When Dante took my left hand and slid the ring onto my finger — gold, simple, matching the setting of the ruby — he looked at me with the expression of a man who understood the distance between a transaction and a beginning and had, fully and finally, crossed it. When the registrar said we were married and Dante leaned down to kiss me it was not the brief public wedding kiss. It was certain and warm and present, and it said without any ambiguity: this is real. This is me. From somewhere in the crowd Luca started clapping three seconds too early. The crowd followed immediately. I was laughing when Dante pulled back.

“I welcome you dear one and your family. I know you have a lot of questions and I will surely give answers to the ones I know best of.” “Then please, what and who is a blood bride.” “Not what dear one, it's who? And you are right before us.” He stands and slowly comes down from his chair. “The Blood Bride is someone who has a powerful connection between both realms. The witches and the vampires, therefore being able to control whatever happens.” Of course something rises up, and this time I'm the Blood Bride? What more will they say I am in future. “Sorry, come again? I can do, what ?” my aunt hits my hands as she mouths “Don't ask stupid questions.”

Didi’s mother, Ruth, scowled from the sidelines, glaring daggers, but Vera didn’t flinch. The press went wild. Cameras clicked, capturing every sharp glance, every small tremor, every forced smile. Vera pulled back, leaving Didi visibly shaken. “An applause for the bride, please,” Vera said sweetly, voice carrying across the room. Claps erupted immediately, polite at first, then swelling as everyone tried to capture the moment. Vera winked at Didi—and at Charles—deliberately, a small spark of mischief in her eyes. Didi’s lips twitched, attempting a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Charles’ knuckles whitened around his side.

Then came the worst part. Something clamped down on the bride’s face. Arah could hear jaws grinding with a guttural squelch. Her stomach twisted as jagged indentations tore into flesh. Bones crunched beneath unseen teeth. The bride’s agonized scream merged with the wet, sloppy sounds of skin ripping. Blood sprayed, spattering the ground and toppled chairs as the bride’s flesh vanished in mangled chunks. Around Arah, people screamed, pressing back against the shrub walls. They clutched each other in horror, not even minding the presence of the other vampire brides.

The air smelled of woodsmoke, meat, and barely-contained rage. Kael waited at the head of the table. He looked calm, almost regal, until his gaze found her. Something fierce and protective flashed across his face. He pointed to the chair beside him. “Sit.” She walked the length of the hall under every hostile stare. When she reached him he pulled the chair out for her, then leaned close. “Don’t show fear,” he murmured. “They feed on it.” She sat. Back straight. Hands folded. An elder rose, gray hair, face like cracked leather. “Alpha. This human cannot stand as your bride. The bond is unnatural. The old laws forbid...”

She seemed to be struggling to comprehend what I had told her. "This is not good, this is very bad, very bad," Aunt Aurora said, her voice low and trembling. "Your mother will never accept a vampire as your mate, and vampires are known for being possessive and obsessive, witches do not get along with them. This will only lead to conflict, possibly even war!". "But I'm not even sure he's my mate," I said, shaking my head. "I don't feel any kind of bond between us." “It doesn’t matter now Amelia! As long as he already called you his mate! You already belong to him!”.

“No, but…why don’t you just make me and leave me? Then you can go be with your love.” “I can’t do that. When a male vampire takes a bride, she becomes his…I can’t explain it, I’ve never experienced it myself, I’ve only seen it and heard the stories.” “Oh, you’ve never made…” “Never.” “I have one last question." "Be quick about it." He sounded impatient, and kept looking at his watch. Will it hurt?” “Yes,” he said bluntly.

--- The Wedding of Malko Moonlight cascaded upon the towering spires of the ancient castle, bathing the landscape in a silvery glow. Within its grand halls, an unprecedented gathering of elites took place—Vampires, Lycans, and Witches stood side by side, once rivals, now witnesses to history in the making. Tonight marked the union of Prince Malko, heir of the Vampire Kingdom, and Anne, his chosen bride. The grand hall glittered with opulence. Candelabras dripped golden light from vaulted ceilings, and crystal chandeliers reflected the eerie glow of the moon through stained glass windows. Rich velvet banners lined the walls, bearing the ancient sigils of the vampire clans.