Bride For The Water God Novels & Stories

The moist air pricked her noise long before her eyes could see the golden river, which was shimmering with the sun, giving out different colours that were distinct and delicate to look at. “The gods of our fathers,” Ejima yelled. She took a step further and her feet were welcomed by the cold waters which sent chills coursing through her bones. “I bring to you children whom you have condemned. You and your people have rejected them and have cast them to the wild to be killed by the unseen. But I bring them to you today. I bring them to the river goddess. Queen of the waters and daughter of the gods. Kill them yourself if it pleases you, but please, make it quick and less painful”

After a silent bow from Lucien that was returned by the women present, the King of Natus led his bride away from the backyard of the Wysteria Estate and towards the forest where the portal that would take them straight to his Kingdom was still open. Ira and Elisen watched as their young girl bravely walked beside a man shielded only by fables and stories. Doubt coursed through them momentarily, but Calliope's confidence stomped it out. They knew she would be okay. The young, Elven Princess had more power and strength to her than even she herself knew.

One drop, two, three, fall into the bowl. The liquid inside writhes like it is alive, turning silver, then white, then a light so pure it hurts to look at. Gasps ripple through the hall. Malphas lifts the bowl high. His blind eyes weep tears of rapture. “Behold!” he cries. “The soul of Elara Wynne burns brighter than any in a thousand years! She is chosen! She is pure! She is the bride the Serpent has waited for!” The cheering is deafening.

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

Theron didn't hesitate. He stripped off his armor, stepped into the water, and held me tightly from behind. His burning chest pressed against my back. Fierce yet controlled lightning flowed from his fingertips and his kisses, pouring into me drop by drop, soothing my shivering soul. In that breathtaking intimacy and divine union, the pain was finally replaced by waves of tingling warmth. Artemis, Goddess of Life, descended personally. She gently touched my belly, looking shocked. "Your Majesty," she said excitedly. "These are indeed Twin Star-Gods! Their power is incredibly pure, far beyond normal god-kin. They will be the realm's strongest heirs in a millennium!"

Reflected off the frozen crystals, prisms scattered throughout the room. Ao Shun smirked. His eyes flashed silver, watching the birthmark react to his presence. As he ran his finger across it, it shimmers brighter. Jin An involuntarily moaned, reacting to his touch and their shared fate. Her eyes clenched shut, her hands closing around the material of her hanfu. Her breathing sped up. Her heart throbbed. Leaning close to her ear, his raspy voice teased the small hairs. "I found you. I am Ao Shun. Dragon God of the Ocean. And you are my bride... Jin An."

Anthony exclaimed, his mind racing with thoughts of who could have done this to his son. At that moment, they knew there was only one person who could help them - Hazel. Without wasting another second, they rushed Damien into the car and sped off towards her place, their hearts pounding with a mix of hope and fear. "Hazel!" Anthony yelled as they arrived at her doorstep, his voice filled with urgency. "Take him to the altar," she commanded, her voice steady and filled with a sense of purpose. They carefully carried Damien to the altar, laying him down gently as Hazel began to chant a spell. The air around them seemed to crackle with energy as her eyes turned white and her hair stood on end,

He grunted as he took the document to which he signed without fault. “You’re right.” She muttered as he pushed it back over. She took a deep breath as she stared at the empty line clearly calling out to her.This was it. She was about to sell her soul, her body, her dignity, for a sum that could change her life forever. And so she did, signed the papers in the blink of an eye. “Perfect.” The lawyer clapped his hands, “Mr Ashford, Miss Heathrow. By the signage of this document, I can pronounce you a newly wedded couple. I would say kiss the bride if this was under much better—

VIKTOR'S POV The old woman walked over, carrying a wooden bowl of steaming porridge. Then she sat on a low stool beside me. “They call me Armada, High Priestess of the Goddess of the Creeks. The water told me of a dying wolf with a prayer on his lips.” She smiled, “it’s rare to see one refuse his own death by praying against it, but also willing to tear his own wounded body apart to shift just to stay alive for the one he loves.”