Blood Bride The Lament Of The Werewolf Novels & Stories

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.

she yelled, feeling the sting of tears. “I told you, love. Death is a punishment far too easy.” “I'd rather die than become a blood bag to some bunch of sadistic vampires.” Draven could hear the determination in her voice. She paused, trembling where she stood before storming out of the room, leaving him behind in a turmoil of emotion. He let out a sigh, his eyes settling to their usual color and his fangs retracting. He'd made a terrible decision in the throes of passion and he knew it, but he wasn't one to go back on his words.

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The air was thick with anticipation as Ethan stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on the entrance, waiting for his bride to appear. A hushed silence fell over the courtyard as the bride, ethereal in her beauty, made her grand entrance. Ava, Ethan's beloved sister and his most trusted confidante, walked beside her, her smile radiating warmth and love. The guests marveled at the sight, captivated by the bride's grace and the palpable love that enveloped the couple. The ceremony proceeded, guided by the words of the pack elders, who spoke of love, commitment, and the sacred bond shared by werewolves. Ethan and his bride exchanged vows, their voices filled with sincerity and devotion, pledging to

his attention flew to the battered body on the ground and he heaved a sigh. “At this point, I should just tell the police. You have killed more people than you have let go” “Maybe you should fortify my chains stronger” Not bothering to wait for his response, I made my way out of the cave towards where the car was parked. The drive back to my condo was a silent one, the words of the witch continued to hunt me, I knew something was definitely wrong somewhere. Miss Loretta was a beta wolf from a pack I have never heard anything about and she was aware that Scarlett was mine and she didn’t hesitate to attack her the moment we made our relationship known. It only meant one thing, everyone was wai

’, I thought. . “In the same way, you are Master Cade’s bride.”, There are no mirrors in front of me but I knew the size of the eyes had grown in the shape of a melon. “But in werewolves, mates are paired by the Moon Goddess and here, Bride is chosen by the ruling King.” . Oh! . “King Black chose you as Master Cade’s bride assuming that you will also be strong and powerful just like your parents but it turned out that you are nowhere to them in terms of powers that’s why he wanted to get rid of you.”

The envoy did not explain further and only introduced, “This is the Bridge of Lamentation. It’s a path you have to cross to enter the depths of hell. No one can avoid it. “However, once you cross the Bridge of Lamentation, according to ancient rules, your emotions, souls, and memories will all be erased. Thus, you will never be able to find the person you’re searching for.” Then, the envoy smiled at Luna. As soon as she finished, Luna shook her head and said, “I can’t lose my emotions, let alone my memories and forget everything. Granny, do you have any way to let me pass the bridge and still retain my memories?” “Of course!” The envoy looked at Luna intently and said, “There’s another way t

he asked again, so the crowd laughed again. "Yes," The two of them answer. "Then, let's start." The old werewolf starts the ceremony, and just like he did at their first wedding, he collects a small amount of blood from the two and speaks in Latin. He puts the gold glass of cup up directly to the moon's light and slowly puts it down as he stops talking the ritual prayer. The old wolf put a small amount of blood on the foreheads of Beatrice and Nate, and after that, the two transformed back into their human form.

His voice carried a slow amusement that made my skin crawl. “I can smell your fear,” he continued, tilting his head slightly. “And I can almost taste your lies.” Arlo stepped forward a fraction. “It’s true, he’s my bro—” “Silence.” The word cracked through the air like a whip. With a single raised hand, Arlo froze mid-sentence. The color drained from his face, though he tried to keep standing tall. Brammon looked back at the Lycan holding me. “Fenric,” he said lazily.

From here, I could nearly see the tick in his jaw with every second that passed. It is obvious neither one of them wants to be here. The elder nodded to both of them. “As is tradition, the bride and groom must pledge themselves to one another, binding their spirits as one before the Goddess of the Moon.” Lola stepped forward first, her voice steady but carrying the hint of a tremor. “I, Lady Lola Aldrin, daughter of Black Forest Pack, accept you, Alpha Braden Blackwood, as my Alpha, my mate, my husband, until the Moon Goddess takes us to our resting place.” She was handed a knife and slit her palm, allowing drops of blood to drop onto the marble ground beneath them.