Ancient Magus Bride Light Novel Novels & Stories

The book landed right in front of the beast, who grumbled but signed. The witch drew an elaborate magic circle in the air. Valerie widened her eyes in curiosity to take note of the spells that were used but several of them were unknown to her so she could only make note of it. The language of spells were strange too. “This shall be their destiny and their unchangeable truth!” As she shouted that, she lifted the book in the air and infused her aura in it casting the spell binds. End is bleak and the rise close... The crimson Rukh and the guardian of the flame...

“I’m no one’s queen.” Magaera scoffs. “The prince has decided otherwise. You’ll be his bride. After the wedding, you both ascend.” “The prince?” My voice is steady, but the cold grip of fear is tightening around my throat. Alecto spins, beaming. “Why, the Prince of Darkness. The Morningstar. Beelzebub. Lucifer.” She leans in, her voice dripping with eerie sweetness. “Lucifer has chosen you to be his bride.”

“She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.” “You deceived the king’s emissary, and therefore the king himself.” “Not as much as you did, Groigair Padraig Alasdair MacInnis.” Padraig scowled at her and grabbed the counterpane, tossing it back to reveal her nakedness. Eliana gasped when grabbed her ankle and tugged her quickly to the edge of the

A soft, ethereal voice echoed through the hall, the Moon Goddess’s words reverberating in the air: "The prophecy spoke of the Alpha’s daughter. It did not say which one." The hall was still. Seraphine’s white hair shimmered under the moon’s glow, her silver eyes gleaming with a newfound power. She had always been seen as a curse, but now the truth was clear. Her white hair, once thought to mark her as cursed, was a symbol of her connection to the Moon Goddess.

But the room was vast, filled with towering shelves of ancient texts, scrolls, and records of the kingdom’s history. If there were answers about the mate bond, about why she was changing… they would be here. She ran her fingers along the spines of old books, scanning the titles. Most were written in the old tongue—Lycan script, which she could barely decipher. She frowned, pulling down a thick, dust-covered tome. The moment she opened it, the scent of aged parchment filled the air. She flipped through the pages, skimming the old inked words. "The bond between Lycan and mate is sacred, written in blood and soul. To reject it is to suffer. To embrace it is to be transformed."

The bridegroom wasn't a simple guy from our countryside like my sister preferred, she always wanted a simple life where she would be managing the household and looking after kids while her husband earned their livelihood. However, this was not the case, her husband-to-be was a lord, our small village fell under his estate. He was the great Vampire Lord, child of the night, a nocturnal being. The wedding would also be held at night instead of the morning like it usually happened. Even the wedding gown wasn't white.

Beneath the illustration was a line of ancient text, which he translated in a trembling voice: "The blood of the First Bride shall open the Final Gate." I froze. The first bride... Rose. "Rose, aren't you—" But Lucien shook his head slowly, shutting down my theory. "No." Every eye in the room—including Rose’s—snapped to him. "Not Rose," Lucien said firmly. I frowned, completely bewildered. "Then who? History says Rose was the bride who was sacrificed!" Lucien smiled thinly, his gaze practically stripping my soul bare. "You are the real First Bride."

Hours passed as they sat together in the candlelight, turning page after page. "There's something here," Adrian said finally, pointing to an ancient manuscript. "It talks about a blood bond. In ancient times, some sorcerer bloodlines used this kind of magic to ensure an heir when natural means weren't possible." Cassian leaned over the page, his eyes scanning the lines quickly. "It says here that this magic demands a deep connection between the two. Love, trust, total surrender. If this bond isn't genuine, the magic could fail, or worse."

"Together, maybe we make one whole warrior." ‎ ‎Vexa stared at me. The hate in her eyes had cooled to a simmering annoyance. ‎ ‎"Fine," she grunted. "But if we survive this... I'm still not braiding your hair." ‎Above us, the heavy wooden door creaked. ‎ ‎Heavy footsteps echoed on the stone stairs. ‎ ‎"The bride!" Magnus’s voice roared down the shaft, distorted by the acoustics. "Bring her up! It's time!"

"…Because this is the only place I feel like I'm alive. I tried. I put on the suit you gave me, sat in the conference room, stared at those documents, and listened to those people talk… but I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't feel like I was even human." He lowered his head and looked at his own hands, torn open and scarred. "You shouldn't be marrying me. I'll ruin you." My tears finally fell. I said, "You won't ruin me. You saved me." Cassiano looked up at me, confused. He didn't remember anything, of course. It had happened in my previous life, after all. But I remembered every single detail. "Cassiano, let me be the one to save you this time." I took out the silver cufflink, grabbed his