Black Bride From Insidious Novels & Stories

Caro put her phone away and sat up straight, suddenly very interested in her appearance. We stood on the gravel and faced those stone steps, and then the front doors opened. A woman in a grey blazer came out first with a tablet in hand, moving with the energy. And behind her came the wheelchair. And him. I don't know what I had built in my head on the way here. Something that matched the ugliness of this arrangement, I think. Someone who looked like what this felt like. Mateo Hale did not look like what this felt like.

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

, I frowned. "Don't you want to know who will be your bride now?", He asked to which I raised my brow. "She is the elder daughter of the Vampire's King, Lenora.", I didn't know why but this news didn't give me any happiness. Lenora was strong and powerful, just like the bride I always wished for but still, my mind was on my human bride who lives in a supernatural world but had no supernatural powers. . . . Andrella's POV . . .

Seraphina frowned at her. “She is a Dhampir,” Eloise spoke up. Seraphina shook her head. “No, she’s a vampire, isn’t she Achilles?” Achilles nodded, “Yes, she’s a vampire.” Eloise shook her head, “We thought that too until we touched her. Lady Briseis is a Dhampir.” “Why would she conceal such a thing?” Seraphina frowned. Isobella’s eyes darkened, “When I touched her, I sensed the same dark magic that I can feel in you.”

Her tearful mumblings increasing the further she went, tears running down her face, her voice shaky and her sight a blur. "My mistress...your Majesty." Raquel had seen many things while she served the Brides in the past, one thing they all shared was that they had all mysteriously disappeared after a short while of them meeting the Bride Thief in their dreams. They had exhibited different behaviours before the disappearance, but none of them had ever had those lines of blackness on their bodies, with blood while they slept. None until now.

It was a jagged, hollow expression that sent a primal wave of terror through me. “I’m not Bella,” she said. “And I am certainly not your friend. I'm your husband's long term enemy.” The words did not register at first. “What?” I whispered, my mind racing to understand. “What are you talking about?” “I am a siren,” she continued. “The one Azrael thinks he killed.” My breathing hitched, and my lungs seized in my chest. “Well, I managed to survive, Briar. and I found a way to transfer my soul into this body.”

Could only make these weak, breathy sounds. "You found her body. Cut her down." Blood was everywhere now—on her thighs, her pussy, my stomach, soaking into the sheets. "And fucked one of the servant girls that same night because you were already hard." My legs started seizing. Muscles locking up, convulsing. "2009. Bridget. White hair." I came blood again. More this time. Something tore deeper inside my cock. "2013. Selene,”She laughed. “This one shared my name, and she had White hair."

made flesh once again, thirty-eight years after it had first been poisoned. "Who are you?" Silas Blackwood asked, his voice a low, melodic vibration that carried the weight of his own resurrected remorse. He stepped forward, his gold-and-sapphire skin pulsing with a frantic, protective radiance. He reached for the girl’s shoulder, but as his fingers approached, the "Mate Bond" in his marrow let out a high-frequency shriek. The girl didn't flinch. She looked at Silas with a vacant, terrifying obedience. "The First Alpha said the King required a bridge," she whispered, her voice sounding like the crinkle of dry paper. "He said the scullery was empty, and the page was waiting."

Even without seeing her, Aria could imagine the fear on her mother’s face. Everyone feared Adrian Blackwood. The man wasn’t just rich—he was powerful in a way that made people lower their voices when they spoke his name. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. And today… he was supposed to become her brother-in-law. A chill ran through Aria. She shifted slightly, the tray rattling faintly in her hands. Inside the room, the voices went quiet. Too quiet. Then— “Who’s there?” Aria’s breath caught. The door swung open before she could move.