Brida Novels & Stories

Matty walked Briella to the podium and tapped her elbow lightly to stop her in front of the microphone, and Lila marveled at the small system they had developed with one another. “My name is Briella,” she began, and the entire gathering went so quiet you could hear the wind move wistfully through the trees. “My friends call my Brie,” she explained and then Azreal’s worst nightmare began to unfold, “she’s blind,” someone yelled from the crowd and as Azreal began to growl Briella touched her father's arm but addressed the crowd.

I looked up at him. "I don't want to eat you. I want you to be my personal cook, however there is something else I want from you as well." Before I could even ask or speak at all Brian too my hand in his and said with a smile on his face. "I want you to be mine, you are kind and sweet and caring and compassionate. And oh how I bet you would make u the most beautiful children ever. I want to fill this big caslte with children. Soon we can have them have their own wives or husbands and we will have this castle filled with children again. We will keep the cannibalism in the family of course. How it will be fun for u to capture people and eat them for dinner every night. You never know how good

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

“Be careful, beauty queen. This place is brimming with evil.” Amara and Kell are the ones that discovered Marael’s plan to end the world last year. It turns out that Amara is a Breija. Which in our world is someone who is a mirror seer? Breijas are very rare and powerful women who look into reflections and see visions of deaths. Breijas can also use their powers to travel into worlds and will sometimes even have other powers. Amara found out about the ritual when she began to have debilitating nightmares that affected her body temperature to near death. She didn’t even know what she was when Kell met her. He thought that she was just a normal human girl. Kell is a Nephilim. He and Amara fell

“One of my brothers is to marry a widow, she can not provide a bloody sheet. It would not be fair if the emissary had to watch them and not us.” “I...I suppose not.” Padraig smiled as he let go of her chin and bent over her to sign his name. HIS name. Eliana noticed. Griogair and Alasdair were written slightly smaller than Padraig, the name he chose to be called most of the time. She looked up at him, her eyes questioning. “My other brother is wed to a lass far to the east whom we have never met. They too will have to couple for the emissary and they are yet strangers to one another. You are lucky to know me, are you not?”

Aranjo jumped back and fell down, Aranjo's eyes widened to see the creature in front of her. "Please don't eat me! I don't have much meat and if you eat me I'm sure you'll choke!" Aranjo said while continuing to retreat backward. Aranjo stared straight at the creature, she had read a scroll about such a creature before her. A rarely seen majestic spiritual beast, it is said that each age has only one Griffin, and when they die, they turn to ashes.The next Griffin will be born from the ashes of the previous Griffin, they will simply die and be born in the forest of fog.

(beat) Sofie: “…Wait. Who?” Brinda: “Brad, my fiancé.” Sofie: “No. No way.” Brinda (flat): “My sister.” (Silence. A bulb kept flickering.) Brinda (voice cracking): “I walked in and I saw them. She looked right at me… and didn't even flinch.” Sofie: “Jesus Christ…” Brinda: “I left everything. My bag. My ring. My whole goddamn life. He fucking dragged me out of his home like a slut.”

Elsher. Koko didn’t look as much like him, but the air about him… totally did! The more Abel thought about it, the more convinced he was. He was just about to voice it when— “Do you want braised fish for lunch, or…?” Briella appeared in an apron, spatula in hand, her long hair tied back with soft strands at her temples. She saw who was at the door and immediately felt her blood run cold. Thinking fast, she blurted out, “Koa, Koa—when is your mom coming to pick you up and take you back to Cordavia?”

‍Trust is a fr⁠agile th‌ing,​ l‌ike a g​la​ss bridge. On‌e crack,and everyth⁠ing falls.‍ ‌I‍ stood in​ the ba​ck‍ of​ the‌ police car, wrapp⁠ed in a blanket⁠, w‍at‌c‍hing the rema​i‍ns of the Caldarian Villa smolder. Darlington was talking to‍ the detectives a f​ew yards awa‍y. He looked like a‍ h​ero. He had saved the "Re‌born Bride‌." He had capt​ured t‍he villa⁠ins. But the phone in my hand felt like a pi‍ece of hot coal.