Novel & Cerita Vampire Wedding Gown

Violet's POV Well I was right! Felicia did cause trouble. _ _ _ _ Today was the day of the wedding. Since we were living with humans, to legalize the wedding their way, we had get to married in a court. We finished the court wedding and we headed to the pack house to legalize the wedding 'werewolf style.' I wore a beautiful white floral short gown with my hair styled with pretty white ribbons. My mum gifted me the diamond accessories I was wearing to match with my outfit.

“Come with me, will you?” “Where are we going?” “To speak to my husband and get to the bottom of whatever the hell is going on.” She inhales sharply, her cheeks flaring to life in shades of deep red. We pass the blood stained tiles being scrubbed clean by male servants. We pass the flowers, the fine decorations, and the quartet still plucking their strings, all of them washed in shock. A blood stained wedding. I guess it’s only fitting for vampires for events like this to end this way.

I sighed and tolerated it, and the three weeks it took to put the wedding together. I really wasn't complaining. It meant I got to see everyone again. And I was totally okay with that. "She's ready." The vampires backed away, Sunny's grim expression suddenly bright and beaming. I turned, the massive dress floating under my power, endless diamonds and ropes of pearls, studs of tiny rubies, emeralds, sapphires, black diamonds and amber flashing from the bodice, trailing down into the frothy layers of poof. Endless, endless poof.

The theme had been meticulously chosen, reflecting the couple’s desire for a unique and memorable celebration. Khana, dressed as Carmilla, exuded an ethereal charm in her flowing red gown, her dark hair cascading in soft waves of night. Richard, standing tall beside her, looked every bit like Cecelion, his dark suit and dark black hair, giving him an air of mysterious elegance of a vampire. Though Khana had never played the game, she had spent hours browsing the internet, carefully selecting their costumes to ensure they made a striking pair.

Ancient magic pulsed faintly underfoot, woven into the stone circle that marked the ceremonial space. I wore black. A deep midnight gown, sleeveless and floor-length, with a slit high up my thigh and silver embroidery curling like smoke along the hem. My dark hair was pulled back, braided and pinned with thin silver chains, tiny crystal fangs glinting at the ends like secrets. They had said to dress like a bride. But I didn’t feel like one. I felt like bait. Guests had arrived in full force. Elders from both sides. Powerful wolves cloaked in muted leathers and blood red sashes. Vampires in opulent coats and ivory gloves, the scent of cold moonlight trailing them like perfume. And of course;

†—†—†—† She'd let them bathe her when they insisted they would, she'd let them defile her face with heavy makeup but this, she wasn't going to do. "I'm not going to fucking wear that! No way!" She pointed at the skimpy one piece white chiffon skirt complimented with an equally despicable crop top that said 'bunny', that could barely cover her breast if she wore them. Not to even talk of the pink g–stringed pant that covered just her front. Was he planning on pimping her? This vampire dude was surely out of his mind. "His majesty wouldn't like that. He's given his orders, which was to wear you this."

She looked so much like her mother, Amelia. “Go now, your Prince Charming is waiting”. Hazel sings jokingly. Crystal started walking downstairs, watching her steps very carefully as she used one hand to raise the gown up, Damien and Max were fully dressed and they were waiting for her. As she walked down the stairs, both men's breath were taken away at the sight of her. She was so fucking gorgeous dress in the silver diamond sparkly dress. The dress was long and had a cut from the thigh down to her feet.

The wedding gowns had been fitted weeks earlier, but today was the final adjustment—every seam perfect, every rune embroidered by hand. Raven stood on a low platform in the tower’s antechamber, arms outstretched as pins were placed and hems adjusted. The dress was breathtaking: deep midnight blue that shifted to black in shadow, sleeveless with a high collar that framed her neck and the twin crescent scars of Victoria’s bite. Silver ravens flew along the bodice and sleeves, wings spread as though ready to take flight. The skirt flowed like liquid night, slit high on one side for movement—because even on her wedding day, Raven would not be defenseless. Victoria’s gown—crimson velvet so dark i

It looked like a flowing galaxy. "Annabelle." He sounded so calm that it was as if he were talking to a stranger, not the woman he would soon be marrying. "The best zombie tailor made this gown. Each scale on this was picked from the abyss by all of us. "This is zombies' first time entering into a marriage alliance with the humans, so it is of great importance to us. If there's anything I've done that doesn't meet your expectations, please let me know immediately." I finally tore my eyes away from the gown. "Thank you. It's breathtaking, and I love it."

Part of me wants to know and the other part of me is scared to death to find out. “Think of this as our engagement celebration.” “Engagement celebration, but you didn’t ask me to marry you.” Marriage? He’s comparing this to marriage. “I can if that will make it easier for you. You’re my bride, Charlie, in the eyes of vampires and in human terms.” “A dead bride, not a bride in a gorgeous white dress.” “Is that what you want? To walk down the aisle in a white dress in front of every single person you know?” “Maybe. Is that so hard to believe?