Viking Wedding Dress Novels & Stories

Naomi I woke up the next morning, it was our mating ceremony today. The pack had ordered it seeing as I was already in the pack bonds and all the wolves who we would invite were here already. Becca had already laid out five dress options for me to wear. One was silky and floor length. One was shorted to the knee and Boho style. The next was all lace and full length, it looked the most like a standard wedding dress. Most she wolves went with a standard wedding dress, that just wasn’t me. The lace one was as close as I would get. The next once was a standard a line knee length stress with a square neck line and a ribbon to tie around the back. I didn’t like that much. And the last was a satin

I stayed there on the ground crying my eyes out. “Be ready in thirty minutes, the wedding would start a little sooner than expected by the way wear that dress, I know it would look good on you.” Walter added and then stormed out. I look at the dress Walter picked, it is a beautiful sparkling white off the shoulder mermaid wedding gown, it has a v-shaped neckline which deepened and exposed some cleavage in a non-tacky way.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and I looked like an innocent young bride from the 90s or whatever. When they were done, Elaris stepped in. She wore a beautiful blue dress, far better and more modern than this. She stretched her hands to me, “Let's go walk down that aisle,” For goodness sake Zafira! The wedding dress is an heirloom, it's more special than any other type of dress. I nodded and took her arms with a smile. And just like that, I was wed to Alpha Draxen, though it was only the pack members that were present, a message was sent to other packs that he had gotten married and now has another mate.

Lucianne came into view with a hand around Ken’s arm, and the attendees cheered and clapped, blurring out the music that was playing in the background. Her braided updo and skilfully-done make-up highlighted her bright eyes, small nose and plump lips. Her off-the-shoulder wedding dress offered a striking view of her neckline and accentuated her regal silhouette and the visible curve of her baby bump. Also designed and made by Hale, the color gradient of the dress starts out lilac from the top before darkening into a majestic onyx towards the bottom. In her free hand was a bouquet of multicolored freesias.

We had facials, our nails, massages, and even had my hair done in a beautiful braided up-do. “The stylist said this is how dragon shifters do their hair like this for a mating ceremony,” Willa pulled on the small side braids, now covered with beads. She had me put on an ivory-colored dress with blue flowers around the bodice. The capped sleeves made me even look smaller if that were possible and tiny silver chains hung on the front of the dress moved as I walked. Much more simple and more my taste. “The way they braid their hair reminds me of Vikings from Earth and the stories,” the stylist continued to work on the other side of my head with more side braids. “Do you miss it?”

Chione replied. "But, my queen, the bodice, it's—" Her giggle cut him off. "It's two days to my wedding, Darrow. Everything is flawless. My dress is made from cream silk embroidered with crushed rubies. I brought lace woven with gold thread from Parvara. My future husband is the Storm King. Any issues are all in your head." "Yes, my queen, of course. The dress is to your liking then?" "The hem needs to be raised. I don't want to trip down the aisle."

As if Hunter hadn’t just shattered my control minutes ago. As if he hadn’t kissed me after five long fucking years. My heart was still racing but I kept my face composed. “Chris,” Lisa said brightly, crossing her legs as she spoke, “the wedding theme will be Victorian.” She clasped her hands together excitedly. “So I want the gown to be something off-white. Elegant. Classic. Dramatic.” Then she turned her head toward Hunter. “Right, Hunter?” My gaze shifted to him too. He was already looking at me.

The woman took her to a famous designer a few weeks before the wedding, and here she was now, wearing the beautiful dress chosen by her mother-in-law. It was an off-the-shoulder A-line wedding gown with sequin detailing all over the gown. It managed to show Vivian's perfect collarbones as well as her back, and even her perfect hourglass figure was displayed beautifully. Indeed, this was not the time to think about why the Vesters family could still ask for a dowry even though they intended to pay off the debt by marriage, nor was it the time to think about why the Dahl family still paid the dowry.

He could find her in a single note. Violet's wedding dress was also not chosen, everything was arranged by Dominic Barker on the initiative, she just needed to be present at that wedding and like a beautiful doll do as he said. The wedding dress is gorgeous and has a touch of 18th-century aristocracy, this wedding dress was ordered by Dominic and by the famous wedding dress fashion designer. The wedding dress is hand-sewn, hand-sewn with motifs, and a pleated skirt. The designer has brought novelty to the pure wedding dress by choosing pink and white colors, helping the lace details appear more prominent. The dress is sewn 100% from lace material with every meticulous detail, even the smalle

My face is made up like I’m ready to walk the red carpet at the Oscars, and my wild platinum locks have been teased into loose waves beneath my veil. In this dress my father bought for me, I look and feel like a fairy-tale princess. Unlike the medieval-looking wedding gowns worn by descendants of the Brotherhood of Knights, my dress is from Vera Wang’s iconic bridal collection. The strapless draped bodice has a sweetheart neck and a swirling frothy full-length skirt which reminds me of the sea of white roses in the courtyard at home. In a matter of minutes, I’ll walk down the aisle to marry Richard Scarfoni, a man known throughout the country and Europe for his family’s wealth, power, and st