Black Veil Brides Rebel Love Novels & Stories

Love is dead for me from now on and I promise no matter what,I will never stay. Even if it meant loosing my wolf, I will be free from here. I promise. The epitome of female empowerment will not face the fate she saved others from. She will be a Rebel , till the last day of her life. She will Rebel against her mate,she will Rebel against her father. She will Rebel against the entire world if she has to. But she will never open up her heart for anyone. Never again.

“Come to see the woman who ruined your life? You should thank me. I showed you who he really is. I showed you that his love is as fragile as glass. I showed you that he will always choose his fear over you.” Rebel walked right up to the bars, her aura flaring with a sudden, intense heat. The silver gold light filled the corridor, pushing back the shadows and making Tahlia recoil in fear. Rebel did not look angry; she looked like an ancient force of nature that had finally run out of patience.

The pastor proceeded with the ceremony, delivering the usual words. He spoke of unity, of love, of sacred vows, of two souls coming together willingly, joyfully, expectantly. Elara stood silent, her expression calm, her face serene, yet beneath the fabric and lace of the wedding gown, beneath the carefully concealed bruises and burns, war raged inside of her. The pastor continued, reading scripture, smiling gently, looking from groom to bride, while the crowd watched with glowing eyes.

I growl racing towards her, but she flicks her hand and sends me flying back. “Reid, long time no see.” She says calmly but with and undertone of venom in her address. “Didn’t I tell you that one day you would regret casting me out?” “Release my granddaughter Morgana, or so help me I swear on the Moon Goddess I will rip your heart out myself.” Reid snarls. All the while, Rebel is mind linking me, ‘Austin. No matter what happens, I love you and I am yours. I will find my way back to you.’

"I love you, Novalee. Not Mrs. Santoro. Not the Red Bride. Not the weapon. You. The woman who survived impossible things. Who kept fighting. Who stayed human even when they tried to make you a monster. I love you. And that's not going to change. Even if you did enjoy it. Even if you discover dark things about yourself. I'll still love you." Her breath caught. "How can you—after what you saw—" "Because I saw you last night too. Before the wedding. When you were just Novalee. When you made me promise to stay. When you were vulnerable and real and you. That person is still there. Under the Red Bride. Under the killer. Under everything. You're still there. And I love you. All of you. Even the da

"The Heir is a reset, Blaze. It wants silence. You have to find the one thing that is louder than the void. You have to find the sound of the heart that hasn't been emptied." "I don't understand," Blaze said, reaching for her one last time. "Tell Ash..." Rhea’s voice began to fade, her form becoming more and more transparent. "Tell him that the grey in his eyes is a lie. Tell him that the love didn't go into me... it went into the Heir. The Heir is holding his love hostage. That’s why it’s so powerful. If he can take it back... if he can force himself to feel again... the Heir will shatter."

Every Blackwell heir was tied to a blood offering on the night of their wedding. A cruel pact made generations ago with something they only referred to as The Veiled One. And then I saw it: "The Chosen Bride must be bound to the blood heir under a cursed moon, or else the curse shall consume the heir from within. If the bond is rejected, the heir shall turn against the bride, and the bride shall turn into death." My blood froze. They never wanted love. They wanted a sacrifice. Alika wasn’t my salvation. She was my sentence. I turned the pages in a frenzy, heart pounding. Symbols, diagrams, rituals scrawled in old Latin. Every word screamed of madness and obsession. And then—

Jake wanted to go to her, to tell her not to beg but he was held by the two men. Bruce pulled her up, his hands on her arms. “Why is this worthless piece of shit so important to you?” “Because I love him, and he loves me.” He looked over at Jake and smirked before looking back at her. “If you do what I tell you without any argument then I will let him live.” “Anything,” she answered. “Marry Brook.” “What?” she asked, horrified. “Marry him and I’ll let your lover leave here in one piece and you are never to see or talk to him again. Is it a deal?”

“You must make the decision now. Save your mother or kill her.” With closed eyes, I send a silent prayer of forgiveness to the Moon Goddess and to my sweet Jezebel, who will find I am not where I am supposed to be tonight. Forgive me my love. For I must save mine own blood. “I will save her. When do we do this?” “Now. You will both be blindfolded and led to the ceremony site as is tradition.” “I’ve never liked that tradition.” “I know.” My father puts his hand on my shoulder as he turns me around and ties black satin around my head, effectively blinding me and robbing me of the sight of my surroundings.

She wanted that person to be Axel. But it wasn’t. That was her breaking point. The tears finally spilled, streaking her face. She stopped and turned toward the ocean, gripping the bridge rail with one hand while covering her face with the other. Her shoulders shook with each sob. She didn’t care that she was crying in public. All she could do was bite her lip, trying, and failing to contain the pain already tearing her apart. Wasn’t this the same bridge where she had promised she wouldn’t give up on Axel? Where she had sworn she would be strong?