Black Bride From Insidious Novels & Stories

“And do you, Lady Raven Dearna, take prince Eilís of Caravia, feral wolf of levia, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To honour and support, to love and to cherish in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?” The silence was loud as she hesitated, mouth moving but no sound coming out, she gripped her dress, seeming to summon courage and then she squeaked out "I do", her voice barely audible. “By the power vested in me, by the celestial deities, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” I watched as Raven stiffened, eyes slamming shut, hands tightening on her dress and body trembling as she waited for a kiss. My chest stung, I had to fist my hand to keep fr

Her surname was her mother's maiden name. Grace Adaeze Bridges. Dead four years. Naomi had taken her mother's surname name after she died and quietly buried the one she was born with, the one on her original birth certificate that Darius had spent most of the night tracking down through Lagos civil records and a contact who owed him a favour. I read the name on that birth certificate slowly. Then I sat back in my chair and looked at the ceiling for a long moment. NAOMI COLE. Cole. As in Vivienne Cole. As in the woman who was supposed to be standing at my altar yesterday morning. As in the real bride.

Alarmed, Rhoda walked out of the circle and part way over to Evan, concern written over her face. “My liege, is there a problem?” Evan stood and walked over to the circle, facing Bridgette, who defiantly stared at the enormous cement block fireplace at the end of the room, avoiding all of us equally. “Are you a hybrid? Is this true?” he asked, a slight hesitation echoed in his voice. The old witch froze as if she had been slapped and whipped around to look at the Lycan princess, and it was then she noticed Bridgette’s hands and feet. She gaped her mouth open as she realized that Bridgette was completely unaffected by the silver chains. The old woman slapped a hand over her mouth and gasped.

And standing in the middle of the road was a figure that made Sera’s blood turn to ice. It was a woman. She wore a white dress stained with mud, and her hair was long and black. But when she turned around, she had no face. Just a smooth, grey surface with a single, silver eye in the center of her forehead. "The Seer Bride," the faceless woman hissed. "Get back," Kaelen commanded, his hand moving to Sera’s thigh. The touch was hot and possessive, sending a jolt of energy through the tether. "Silas, get the daggers ready. This is going to be a bloodbath."

"Most of my victims were young. The old rarely cross paths with monsters. They've already learned to stay home after dark." I opened my eyes. The faces were still watching. Still whispering. But I forced myself to look at them. Not through them. Not away. At them. The woman with the braided hair and the throat wound. She was maybe thirty. Her eyes were brown. Deep. Warm, once. Now they were just hungry. "What's her name?" I asked. Kael was quiet for a beat. "Iselda. A healer from the Black Forest. 1512." "Why did you kill her?"

The bride with ash coloured hair spitted her enmity in her words. The bride in blonde stood up to face Akshara, she have to lift her head to face the blonde bride since she was taller than Akshara. The blonde bride caught Akshara’s throat with her bare hands and applied some pressure on her throat to crush it. Akshara choked and screamed in pain felt in her throat. Indigo feared the activation of Akshara’s amulet, she begged the blonde bride to Akshara’s life. Nora slapped Indigo in her cheeks which changed their initial colour to reddish, “You unloyal maid, you beg for her life?”

She had a naturally refined bone structure and a frame no money could buy, and the waltz in her step made her look like something meant to be put on the ramp-walks. “Yeah right. If only her personality was just as pretty.” Grace scoffed disapprovingly before folding her arms across her chest. “The Alpha is going to be pissed,” Venice mumbled, and now I was super curious. “You guys are freaking me out. Who is she?” I inquired in an impatient tone, making the two exchange a disturbed look before staring back at me. “She is Blair Osmond. The only werewolf-vampire Hybrid in the South.” Grace informed me, and something resembling dissatisfaction bubbled inside of me.

she says and the priest calls from afar. “can we proceed the bride is here” and the news is all over the internet and T.V that the bride is back and Brianna saw the news pops up on her cellphone as she was scrolling through her phone and her mood change and she quickly open websit and turn on the T.V to where the wedding will be shown live and she sees Manuel waiting for the bride father to bring her and she was surprised to see her and she flashes back to her men pouring a petrol on the car and she throwing a lighter on it and she says to herself.

Thinking for a few minutes, she opened her mouth to explain what she wanted to say. "But, Queen Mother, if we take Ophelia, she gets periods even being a vampire. What do you say about her and her periods?" Lenora asked. She waited patiently for her mother to answer it. "That's because she isn't a vampire completely. She is a witch and a vampire. Bi-bred. Hybrids are different from vampires. In fact, she comes under the category of wit-pire," Eudora answered. Eudora wondered why Lenora was so curious about this woman. After all, Lenora never liked her. Or maybe she was really curious after knowing that Ophelia was a witch and vampire. That may have made her feel curious. Thinking this way, E