Bride Of Blood Novels & Stories

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

plate right on the back of the car. Without a doubt, it was a wedding car. Finn hadn’t been bothered at first and was about to look away when the car window rolled down and revealed the bride’s delicate profile. A face he knew all too well. As if struck by a bolt of lightning, his smile froze and pupils contracted sharply. “Annalise Wright!”

I’d heard whispers of such things being possible, and I knew exactly who could make it happen. Brodie. The Blood Witch. Her name alone could make even the boldest of warriors shiver. Half-vampire, half-witch, and wholly terrifying, Brodie was a master of blood magic. She could bend the strongest wills and unravel the most sacred of bonds. If anyone could free Lucienne from those Alphas, it was her.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

He stepped forward into the light, and his blue eyes did not look at the bodies on either side of me, and his face did not change, and when he stopped at the head of the table he did not even glance in my direction. "The tradition is the tradition," he said. "When a husband dies, his brother takes the bride." The patriarch's red eyes lifted to his son. The whole hall went still. And the cold man, looked at his patriarch across the marble and said the words that ended my life and began something far worse. "Father" "She belongs to me now."

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

In all my blue glory, I fly to claim my bride. *** Roxanne I sharpen my two-foot steel blade before holding it up against the morning sun. The light shines off the blade, which fractures it into multiple beams of brilliance. Soon it will bathe in blood-the magical blood of a dragon. I will clean off the gore using my white bride's dress and dance in the red puddles after I kill him. No sister of mine will become a dragon's bride today. My death for this deed will be satisfying-the ultimate sacrifice.

usually a cold, calculating CEO logic - drowning in a primal, protective rage. She’s admitting it, he thought. They broke Alexander to build this house. Vivian reached the bottom step, standing only inches away. She reached out, her fingers cold as ice, and adjusted the lapel of his torn jacket with a terrifyingly motherly touch. "Sweetheart, If you choose to go against Sebastian," she whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the expensive grapes on her breath, "I believe you know what that means." She looked him directly in the eyes. "You won't be an exception, Aiden. Blood only matters as long as it stays in the family. Once it spills... it’s just a stain."

"This can't be right..." Nikolai peered over his shoulder. "Now what the fuck is a Blood Moon Bride?" "They are rarest of werewolves," Lev murmured. "They’re only female. Appearing once in a few centuries to strengthen bloodlines. Her blood can awaken dormant powers in Alphas. Strengthen packs. Cure curses." His gaze flicked to me. "No wonder she doesn't burn us. Our bond with her, it's not just fate. It's survival."

"I want the entire continent under the Sterling-Ashford banking grid by midnight, Julian. I want these kings to realize that even their crowns are leased from your estate." ‎I stood up from the chair, slipping out of Victor's grip only to step around the desk and press my body flush against Kael’s broad chest. My hands locked onto the star-shaped scar on Kael's palm, while Victor stepped up right behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist to anchor us all together. ‎ ‎The Blood Oath in our veins answered the proximity, a soft, beautiful wave of violet-gold fire rippling across our skin. ‎ ‎"Tomorrow night," I whispered, looking from Kael’s fierce amber gaze to Victor’s calculating gray eye