Vampire Wedding Gown Novels & Stories

Six months later… Joana looked into the gift that the evergreen river had gifted her for her wedding day. It was a magic mirror that allowed her and any other vampire to see their reflection. She looked into it and saw how beautiful she looked in the magical flowery dress the pixies had made for her for her special day. This gift was truly a keeper and she sure would cherish it.

" Lucia did not like how calm I was. She swept the vase next to her off the table and left angrily. I continued preparing my wedding dress in the room. My wedding was delayed two days because Lucia got into Silas' bed, and I had to pick another marriage alliance. The Black Dragons were still weak and poor. I was not even sure if they could prepare a wedding gown for me. I did not expect Liam to personally deliver ten boxes of gifts. They included a perfect wedding gown that was of regal standard. It was black and was embroidered with a dragon made up of shiny golden threads. There were shiny black scales on the collar, and the flowing skirt spread outward from the waist. It was layered and l

Looking at myself in the mirror dressed in a pretty white lace dress with a tulle skirt that covered my legs, and a crown of flowers resting on my hair, I looked so beautiful but the sadness was there in the depth of my eyes. It felt as though I was having a human wedding with Giovanni. The previous night, I’d asked him how I’ll be dressed and he told me he’d ordered a dress for me. I was shocked and excited at the same time. I knew it was a culture for all the werewolves to be in their wolf form during the mating ceremony but for me, he was going to be in his human form. A smile claimed my features at the thoughts, just as the door opened and he strolled in, a huge smile on his face. He was

I was glad. I ordered a gown be made that was simple, but elegant. Its simple design was opposite the ornate gown Lord Basha had made for my wedding to Luthias or the gown Sybil force me to wear when she sold me in marriage to Charles. I wanted it that way. I didn’t want anything that Geo and I experienced to remind me of the day I was tricked into marrying that werewolf, Jason Masters, or been bartered into a hellish marriage to the evil vampire king, Prince Charles Vogel. I wanted it to be a joyous and memorable occasion that would last an eternity.

Brienne took a deep breath as she admired the wedding gown in front of her. The dress was breathtaking—its soft, flowing fabric cascaded gracefully to the floor, adorned with delicate floral appliqués that looked as if they had been gently placed by the wind. The off-the-shoulder sleeves added an elegant, romantic touch, while the fitted bodice accentuated her figure perfectly. It was a dress straight out of a fairytale, and in just a few hours, she would be walking down the aisle wearing it.

He practically drags Michael out of the cabin, and Sara rushes and slams the door shut, heaving a sigh. “Damn, he scares me. Always.” I giggle at her admission before shrugging. After a few exchanges, she starts dressing me up for the wedding just as twilight approaches. Sara fusses around me, styling my hair into a crown and adding makeup to my face, accentuating my beauty. She helps me into my wedding dress— a crepe white gown with delicate spaghetti straps and a deep V-shaped back, accentuated with a large, stylish bow. The skirt drapes gracefully over the floor, its flowing length emphasizing the dress's quiet elegance.

He had even, it seemed, considered giving up his identity as a vampire. My father looked at me and asked if any of this gave me second thoughts. I smiled a little and said that whatever Ryan was going through had nothing to do with me. I had nearly died in that marriage. Managing to survive it was luck enough. There would be no going back to it. On the morning of the wedding, I stood in front of a mirror. The white gown pooled softly at my feet, plain and clean, no elaborate decoration. The makeup artist was pinning the veil when the memory of my first wedding surfaced.

" Besides, I'm still your wife whether or not others know it.” I stare at myself in the mirror and smile, satisfied with what I see. The gown is wine red in color, with intricate designs woven into the fabric. It's a figure hugging gown with a left slit and slightly teasing neckline. The dress is beautiful in every way possible. Valentino has a shirt the same colored shirt under his suit. He keeps his wedding on, always has. I smile again, pleased with the dress. Damien had told me he'd take care of the dress and he definitely did.

Valerie asked. But the maids kept mute and she was taken to a room in the mansion, she was bathed with different kinds of essential oils, they did her makeover and wore her a majestic wedding gown... It was a black wedding gown, So adorned with different sparkling diamonds, She was baffled, how could they wear her a black wedding gown? It dawned on her that she'd be married to Mafia Lord Storm, Her heart thuds as a different kind of questions swirled through her mind,

Elena’s POV The wedding was held on a private island blessed with breathtaking scenery. We invited only our closest family members, along with a few elder vampires who had once looked after us in the north. That night, the sea was calm and the moonlight clear. I wore a silver white gown with clean, precise lines, my hair swept back in a simple updo. Riven stood before me, his gaze steady and intent. “I, Riven, choose to share my eternity with Elena.”