Blood Bride The Lament Of The Werewolf Novels & Stories

"And yeah, it's also true that a werewolf bite is fatal to a vampire. My first kill ever was a hybrid - that's a mix of vampire and werewolf. They are the most lethal creatures ever." "Did you feel bad?" "About killing a hybrid?" he snorted. "I killed for the protection of my people. Nothing could ever make me feel bad about that," "And are all werewolves as brutal as you?" He turned to her. "You think I'm brutal?" "Well, it's what everyone thinks, and are you going to deny it? Sometimes it seems like you kill for sport," "Maybe that's how it appears, but I don't kill for sport. I had to learn how to be lethal, being weak would have brought our dynasty to a terrible and abrupt end. The paran

She felt her chest collapse in on itself. This is why he’s been so despondent these last few days. He’s the FUCKING VAMPIRE KING. Claire closed her eyes as he walked past her to shake hands with the werewolf. “Thank you. And thank you to every one of these ladies on this stage and their families. I know this isn’t the best of circumstances, but I appreciate it, nonetheless.” Mal stepped away from the microphone as the werewolf took back control. “Now, Malachy. Please choose your bride.”

Just like how I blamed myself over the tragic death of my parents. "Your husband died a hero, that's for sure, Miranda," I said to her. Miranda said goodbye to me and I only nodded in response. "The funeral rite is about to start, I am requesting all the family of the fallen werewolves to smear a small amount of their blood onto the body of their loved ones," Lincoln said while holding a sharp knife. One by one, the wives of the fallen werewolves approached Lincoln and extended their hands to him, Lincoln immediately slide the sharp knife on their palms, and then they rubbed their bloody hands on the body of the fallen werewolves.

Elara recognized him from the council discussions, though she had not spoken to him before. "Alpha Blackthorn," he greeted Darius. Then his attention shifted to her. "Your new bride." Darius gave a brief nod. The envoy studied Elara. "It must be a difficult position to step into." Elara kept her expression neutral. "It is an important responsibility." "Your sister was prepared for it for years. You have had considerably less time." "I understand." "Do you?" His gaze remained on her. "The alliance was formed through the Moon Rite. Your sister's wolf was part of that agreement. I imagine the council expects you to maintain what she began."

I said flatly, trying to get straight to the point. “Clearly,” he replied with a raised brow. “you may Speak Alpha” I stepped forward. “Four of my warriors were found dead in the forest, with their hearts ripped out and No trace of a wolf, No natural predator, no scent or clues But there was one thing…” I let the silence drag. Then dropped it. “—a vampire trespasser was caught Three days before a body was found, and the prisoner escaped, he had Crimson Crescent markings. My brides clan.” The tension snapped through the room.

I muttered. “Please what? You clearly enjoyed it when he placed—” That was it. Any more from her, and I might just die from embarrassment. “I need your help to get out of here. A war is about to begin!” I exclaimed. “A war? Interesting. I can't wait to see who wins, I'm rooting for Lucian though. Gosh! He’s so handsome, my biass.” Ira beamed. It was at this moment that I knew something was wrong with my wolf, she wasn't normal.

Her hands trembled slightly, and for the first time, I could see the nervousness in her eyes. "Moon Goddess," she began. "I ask you to bless me with my wolf tonight. Show me the way forward and guide me to my true mate." I felt a knot tighten in my chest, excitement and nerves swirling together. This was it. I was ready. Everyone watched as Alyssa closed her eyes, the light of the moon bathing her in a soft glow. The moment stretched on, the tension growing as we waited for the Goddess’s answer. Suddenly, a rush of energy swept through, a gust of wind sending chills down my spine.

[ Elena ] “I, Lycan Nikolai Duskborn, Lycan King of the Duskborn werewolf realm, reject you, Elena Rivers, as my mate…” Even though the words didn’t come exactly to me as a shock, I wouldn’t deny the way the sting of rejection hit me like a punch to the gut. The crowd around us gasped and I could hear some people snickering delightfully behind me. “Rejected. I knew it.” An unidentified girl whispered.

I asked. “Yes, Ms. Whitmore. Mr. Vanderwolf’s family is one of the oldest settlers here,” she explained before she continued the story. “After the bridge was made, and the two lovers reunited, Lisaray was already wed to another.” “Oh no!” I whined. “That's so sad,” Shelly added. “Dracula was so angry that he went mad and murdered Lisaray and her husband, then he fled back over the bridge to his home.” “And what happened to Dracula after?”

Serenity replied while grasping Mia's right hand, and Lea's right hand there. "Serenity, are you crazy now?" Lea immediately let go of Serenity's hand, and instead grasped Serenity's shoulder very tightly. "This is the ritual of giving a bride to a dragon. It's a dragon, Seren. And you are a werewolf. How can you so willingly make yourself the dragon's bride?"