Novel & Cerita Vampire Wedding Gown

she surrendered. “Thank you Gab, I love you. See you later. Bye” “I can’t believe I’m saying yes ---” she sighed. She looked at the wedding dress again and her excitement return, forgetting her security job for later. She hurriedly undressed on her black pants and floral red blouse and neatly fold it and put it on the marble counter. She gently slipped on the wedding gown. The gown slide on her body as if it was her own. She looked at herself in the mirror when she saw horses coming towards her….

The deep, resonant toll of the blood bond bells echoed through the castle halls. I wore a wedding gown woven from moonlight spider silk. I walked slowly toward the altar, bathed in holy light. Every step fell on a carpet of pure white rose petals. Caspian waited at the altar, dressed in a black formal suit, his eyes only for me. "Today we bear witness as this couple forms an eternal blood bond," the High Priest announced. All the vampire nobles rose in respect.

They are preparing me for the ceremony. Oh no!! I have to do something but whatever they injected in my veins, probably paralysed my central nervous system temporarily. I wanted to cry so hard but nothing came out of my dried eyes. I wish my mate would come as soon as possible and take me away with him. I don’t want to be a vampire. One maid opened the boxes and revealed a beautiful velvet gown. The wine colour of the gown screams royalty. And there goes a matching pair of heels, and all cosmetics and makeup.

There, with a smirk plastered across her face, stood my darkest enemy. Victoria. "Wow...you really came to my wedding," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. I felt a surge of anger, as if I could physically squeeze the smirk off her face. She stood before me in a stunning white wedding gown. The gown featured a fitted bodice adorned with intricate lace detailing that hugged her curves perfectly, creating a classic silhouette. A sweetheart neckline framed her collarbone and drew attention to her graceful neck. The gown flowed effortlessly from the waist, cascading into a full, layered A-line design that swirled gently around her legs. A long, trailing train followed her, enhancing the go

She and her mate found a donor, and I can’t be more than happy for her; she would make a great mom. “You look pretty, mommy,” Zira said, staring at my gold gown. I smiled down at her, staying still as Jack was still styling the back of my gown. The gown is gold and white, with a veil over my head, as I am not only going to be the queen; today is also Asher and my wedding. Well, we wolves don’t do weddings, but demons do, so we are doing a wedding. The wedding doesn’t really matter because, at the end of the day, it’s the mating that matters. “You look pretty too,” I said, rubbing her cheeks. She smiled, running out of the room while Jack tightened the corset.

The castle bustled with activity for the upcoming union of the royal vampire who was to be married to the witch. Three days before the wedding, the royal seamstress came into the castle to have Adrienne do a final fitting of the wedding dress. It was a white classic wedding dress with open lacy sleeves sewn across the chest extending to the arms with a huge heavy skirt. “My, my, you’ve lost some weight, Lady Mallory,” said the seamstress adjusting the gown on her back around her waist, “so, we have to adjust this part here.” Adrienne was standing in front of a body mirror and was checking her reflection. She agreed with the seamstress. She lost some weight but it’s good enough for her, espec

I bowed my head during the prayers, I stared at the wood of the pew in front of me, tracing the grain with my gaze, feeling the draft of air up my skirt every time I shifted. Then came the wedding. Louis leaned over, his shoulder brushing mine. "Here she comes," he whispered, a genuine smile lighting up his face. The doors at the back of the sanctuary swung open. Emily Vance stood there, her dress a cloud of white lace and tulle, expanding around her like a protective barrier. It had long sleeves, a high neckline, and a train that seemed to go on for miles.

The bridal suite was quiet, save for the faint rustle of lace and satin as Carmilla stood before the mirror. Her wedding gown clung to her like a porcelain shell, delicate, elegant, and yet, suffocating. The room, adorned with soft white florals and flickering candles, felt more like a stage than a sanctuary. Mrs. Hunt stood behind her daughter, her fingers meticulously adjusting the lace sleeves of the gown. Her touch was precise, but cold void of the affection one might expect from a mother preparing her daughter for her wedding day.

He was wearing a tight-fitted black shirt and black dress pants that hugged his tall and lean physique so perfectly, complemented by a crimson vest that added a dramatic effect to his royal vampire outfit, my gaze zeroing in on those delectable lips that were painted red now, a few drops of fake blood trailing to his cleanly-shaved chin. Holy heavens. Struggling to keep my composure and that shy smile over my lips, my knees lightly trembled as I descended the last few steps, meeting him at the bottom as he quickly approached too, closing the distance between us. "Are you ready to be the vampire's bride tonight?" He sweetly whispered with a swoon-worthy smile, his words though sounding so sen

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.