Black Bride From Insidious Novels & Stories

Holding his damn breath, The King of Vampires stood at the entrance of the abandoned mansion as he silently watched his bride whose sole sight was enough to conjure a storm inside him. Vladimir imagined his bride to be everything sweet and innocent but never even in his wildest fantasies he had imagined her to be a psychopath who would be banging her fists on a mirror with a manic laugh. The way she was smiling at the sight of her blood told Vladimir that this wasn't the first time she had done this. The Vampire King had yearned to cross paths with his bride but he never expected their destinies to collide with such an intensity that will shake him to his very core

“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

The curse was waking up. “I have to finish this,” I whispered. I sat. The moment my body touched the Throne, the world split. I couldn’t scream. Everything around me twisted. The attic faded. My mind tore through time and memory, flung backward into something that wasn’t mine. I saw a woman. Pale, trembling. Sitting in this same chair, weeping. The First Bride. Eleanor Blackwell. But she wasn’t alone. Ethan was there. Only… it wasn’t Ethan.

I had a firm grip on the girl's hand. "Don't go!!!" I screamed as I held her hands in mine. "Don't worry, Mr., you'll be OK!!" she assured me. Because of the wound on my head, I couldn't hear her clearly. She let go of my hand and walked away; as she walked away, I noticed a birthmark on her back in the shape of a butterfly, which was visible because she was wearing a backless garment. It's unusual to have a birthmark like that. I was startled awake by a voice.

While the other rumour was that they were dead. It turns out that they were only locked up in an ice cage for years. “Musketeers of Landonsville,” I muttered, but they could hear me. The red-haired man stood at alert immediately, balls of fire encasing his hands. “You know who we are.” He said, ready to attack. “Wait Michael.” The woman voiced, walking to stand in front of me. “Those icy blue eyes….could only belong to one person. Ah, I see. You're the son of Malachi Black, the best alpha in history.” She chuckled, “You remember me, don't you?”

“And you Madison Wilhenberg, do you take Gavin Morgan to be your husband and promise to be true to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. Will love him and honor him all the days of his life, till death do you apart? " I blankly stare at the priest. Is he waiting for my response? Ahhh, why are they staring at me? Even this pretty faced like mannequin guy is looking at me. Stop glaring, will you? The priest tilts his head as I look back at him. The words that escape my mouth make the man standing in front of me staring as if nothing happened. “I… Do I?” End of Madison POV *Moments ago* “Where is the bride??? The wedding will soon start!”

"Lord Sir Sebastian Acacio's production was it about his records of tortures during his period of rule, detailed traumatising texts about his first bride's murder is in that book. You won't be able to read that!" Master Alejandro revealed looking back at his bride's curious eyes, where as after hearing the sudden information madam Genelia's eyes widened in horror. A record of tortures? What the hell? How could such a book be the best seller of that time? "Murder?" Madam Genelia sounded still confused as then master Alejandro shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "His first bride had an illicit affair with her royal server, beheaded as a punishment. She was hung naked for a week in front of hi

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.

“It’s alive…it’s watching us…” The hallway vibrated with a low groan that rattled through the walls. Then the doors began to swing open one after another. Figures emerged from the doors—brides, dozens of them, their gowns tattered, veils dripping with ash, and their faces contorted in anguish. Each one stared at Camela. One of the brides raised her head. Her voice echoed the same as the First Bride's—seductive yet icy. “Run, bride. Run.” Camela froze, her bloodied hands gripped Vincent tightly as she said. “She’s everywhere…she’s inside all of them.”

Charles, who escorted her to the church, replied expressionlessly, devoid of any emotions like a machine. "So, the wedding..." "The bride will go through it alone." Go through the wedding alone... Was the Windsor family intentionally humiliating her? An unfamiliar place, unfamiliar crowd, various unkind gazes, the embarrassment of handling the wedding alone... Everything rushed towards Natalie like a ferocious flood. She desperately wanted to escape, but she had no choice. For the sake of her younger brother, Natalie gathered her courage and walked towards the priest at the end of the red carpet. Meanwhile, at All Night Manor.