Bride Of Blood Novels & Stories

She would be his queen, and their children would grow up strong and powerful. Asher, one of her dad’s men, held out his hand. Larissa placed hers in his. He looked at her for a moment, and when she nodded, he gave the signal. The big church doors opened with a loud creak, and everyone turned to see the bride. Larissa, the mafia princess, walked down the aisle. Her head was held high, and a tiny smile played on her lips. Everyone wished they could be her. Not even in their wildest dreams.

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

I had to do this, for her, even if it meant sacrificing myself. With a groan of protest, the door yielded, revealing a dimly lit room beyond. The smell of blood hit me like a physical blow, my stomach churning in revolt. Inside, slumped against a wall, was Jade, her face pale and drawn, a bloody gash marring her forehead. My heart hammered against my ribs, the world shrinking to her, to her ragged breaths, to the crimson stain blooming on her dress. I lunged forward, a primal roar tearing from my throat.

Dusk stains the world red and black, as if the sky itself has bled out over these ruined fields. The horse picks her way through the debris, each hoofstep muffled by layers of ash. We pass the remains of what was once a border village—no name now, no signpost standing. Only a tangle of half-burned timbers and walls that sag in on themselves like broken ribs. The air tastes of old smoke and something sweetly rotted. Even now, weeks on, it clings to the back of my throat.

"I want to know exactly what this wedding involves." The council members exchanged looks. Lady Nyx spoke carefully. "The blood moon wedding binds two souls together permanently. It requires the life force of those who oppose the union." "Life force?" "Blood, my queen. The ritual feeds on the blood of enemies." My mouth went dry, but I kept my expression curious rather than horrified. "Whose blood?" "Anyone who stands against your union. Anyone who might try to break the bond." Images flashed through my mind. Ronan. Maeve. Even Marcus, who had been kind to me.

“Riane saw your offspring; he will be a pure vampire. She said the union of you both will strengthen the kingdom. It will bring changes for us.” “What do you mean offspring? No, Father—she’s a hybrid; there’s no way she can produce a pure vampire.” “Nina was born from a potion—the potion that made her wings red as blood,” Riane says in a voice calm as a melody. “So what?” “She was born with born vampire blood in her body. Nina isn’t a hybrid; she’s a tribrid. She has fairy blood, shapeshifter blood, and vampire blood running through her organism.” I confess I was confused.

“A war you can’t win? A pack splintered by doubt? A kingdom without a crown?” Cradle’s eyes burned. “Maybe. But it earned me you. And I’m not letting you go.” With one motion, she drew her blade and slashed her palm open. The blood hit the ground and hissed. Ancient rites demanded blood to summon truth. “Cradle, daughter of Ashmoor, firstborn of the Red Moon line,” she called out to the wind, her voice shaking but strong. “By fire and bond, I summon the oath that binds his soul to mine.”

He looked exactly like Alessio. Same face. Same grey eyes. Same proud posture. But he wore medieval armor instead of an Italian suit. Across from him… A beautiful bride smiled through tears. She looked exactly like Seraphina. Only her dress was black instead of white. A priest whispered, “You may kiss your bride.” The young man smiled. “I waited a lifetime for this.” Their lips met. For one perfect heartbeat… The world stood still. Then… Blood exploded from his mouth. The bride screamed. The cathedral doors burst open.

Blood Moon Bride - Part 1 Isla stood barefoot in the moonlit clearing, the white silk dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. The fabric was thin, almost translucent under the crimson glow of the Blood Moon, leaving little to the imagination. Her heart hammered against her ribs as the entire pack gathered in a wide circle around the ancient stone altar. Hundreds of glowing eyes watched her with a mixture of hunger, curiosity, and reverence. Tonight was the Blood Moon Ceremony, the sacred night when the pack chose a human bride for their future Alpha to ensure strong bloodlines for the next generation.

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