Vampire Wedding Gown Novels & Stories

She got jealous because I unconsciously moaned a name that has been buzzing in my head nonstop rhyming with the beats of my heart. Though I don’t clearly remember what she did last night after chugging down bottles of whiskey and tequila, it has to be fucking intolerable for the vampire to be this pissed. ‘Your latte, Sir’. The attendant calls, dragging my attention away from the arguing authority. I turn around and the vampire immediately freezes. His eyes narrow in recognition as he looks between me and something at my back. I peer at him confused and follow his vision. There I was with the she-wolf in a green dress with a green fascinator, creating the biggest scandal in vampire wedding h

On this day forward, i'm officially submitting myself to the billionaire's dominion and I'll gladly embrace his dark to darkest shades with all certainties. "You're the finest bride, my dear." Mom mumbled on my side. "Thanks, mom. I love you two." I heartily replied to her compliment. I felt Dad's palm in the vacant space of my back, obviously because the gown i picked to present in this very special day of my life is a backless styled deep v-shaped neckline with diamond crystals emphasizing the linings of the equal sides of the upper part of the gown. The wedding song which Lorcan and i agreed to choose, started playing with the help of orchestra on the side platform led by the main vocalis

he said while washing his hands with warm water that had been in the basin. I immediately sat in a chair still wearing the dress I just wore this. This dress is very nice, blues with white and has long sleeves with slightly exposed. Miss maid started to make up my hair, she untied my hair and combed my hair. While styling my hair, I invited her to talk. "Miss, you said about the kingdom of the vampire clan. Do vampires really exist? "

The witch's hair had barely touched her shoulders while his bride has waist-long platinum white curls that were currently pinned in a bun at the base of her neck. Vladimir's eyes flickered towards his bride's lips which were naturally blood red, he couldn't help but recall the witch's lips were pale and chapped. His bride was dressed in a light blue gown made of a fabric that made it seem like she was wearing clouds. Her hands and arms were hidden in opera gloves. Not even an inch of her skin was exposed beside her neck. There was no way~ If there was even a slight chance of these two women being the same then Vladimir was not a Vampire, he was a hippie.

He replied casually and left. I was left in shock after hearing what the vampire just told me. Sure, he mentioned me being his bride from the other side. But I didn't expect that the wedding would happen right away. I just woke up from traveling with the other side and drinking blood for the first time. It looks like I don't have a choice but to wear this white dress since I'm at the mercy of that vampire. So I take off my clothes and change into a bridal dress. It's a perfect fit and I bet it looks good on me. So I look for a mirror but I don't see any inside this room.

She with a deep sigh moved towards her room. She entered the room to get ready as the function was in night and she had to get ready before the arrival of the vampires. She changed into a black off-shoulder long gown with golden embroidery on it with a golden crown on her rough bun making her enticingly beautiful. She was wearing her jewelry when the door opened followed by the sight of the beast. He closed the door as he was behind her in a second but now she was used to their vampire's speed. She sighed and again diverted her attention towards the jewelry but hissed when he abruptly turned her around and pulled her fragile firm upward to make his stance understand to her.

she sobbed, and fell over, curling into a foetal position, clamping her hands between her legs. The other vampires didn’t matter – they faded into the background. Didn’t exist anymore. All that existed was this profound psychic pain, dragging her deeper into the abyss. Someone put a soft hand on her forehead, and she heard a calm woman asking, “What is the matter, child?” Through the tears, she looked up at the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. Only one word came to mind. Regal. Dressed in a deep-red gown that set off her olive skin, and dark hair, her soft hazel eyes filled with concern. “My name is Lydia. I’m Rowan’s first wife. Now, why don’t you tell me what you are feeling?”

Lucianne’s thumb stroked the back of his small hand, and the sensation comforted him. The bridesmaids emerged in a mix of vampires, hybrids, wolves and lycans before Gerella finally came into view. Toby’s eyes shone as he sighed in happiness at the sight of his beautiful bride in the white, lace dress that hugged her figure with a bouquet of gardenias in her hands.

They glimmered faintly, a nod to the moon, as was tradition for a werewolf wedding. The dress lay spread out on the bed, an intricate blend of white and silver that looked more like something from a fairy tale than a reality I was about to step into. Layers of soft, shimmering fabric cascaded like water, while intricate embroidery in the shape of crescent moons and wolves ran along the bodice. "Do you think I’m making a mistake?" I blurted out, breaking the silence. Ingrid paused, her fingers halting mid-braid. "What?" "This," I said, gesturing around the room. "Getting married to Edward. Staying in the Pack. Maybe I should’ve just left. Started fresh somewhere else instead of... doing this.

The ladies prepared the gown that Kyle made. She looked at Winter, Solenn, and Monique. She had the ladies excused as they replaced it with the gown that she had customized with the same designs. She was wearing a silk dress and a G-string. She stepped over on the gown with her heels on. “Wow, your baby bump is adorable,” Monique said. “Yeah, you’ll have it soon.” She grinned. “Vampires rarely get pregnant unless they are mated with a human,” Monique said.