Bride Of Blood Novels & Stories

"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

These were the ones who hadn't yet mastered the beast within—the ones looking to the crown for an anchor I wasn't sure I could provide. My father took his place on the raised stone dais, his presence finally commanding the silence the elders couldn't achieve. I stood at the base of the stairs, Osric and Elian flanking me. Kiya stepped forward, a silver bowl in her hands. The liquid silver inside the bowl shimmered under the morning sun. “The Rite of the First Blood,” she announced. “To prove the strength of the Alpha and the loyalty of the pack.” Lord Arden watched from the sidelines, arms crossed. He was waiting for me to fail. He was waiting for the "Beast" to take over so he could justify

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“I welcome you dear one and your family. I know you have a lot of questions and I will surely give answers to the ones I know best of.” “Then please, what and who is a blood bride.” “Not what dear one, it's who? And you are right before us.” He stands and slowly comes down from his chair. “The Blood Bride is someone who has a powerful connection between both realms. The witches and the vampires, therefore being able to control whatever happens.” Of course something rises up, and this time I'm the Blood Bride? What more will they say I am in future. “Sorry, come again? I can do, what ?” my aunt hits my hands as she mouths “Don't ask stupid questions.”

Kestra was on her knees, her hands pressed flat against the messy floor, blood dripping from her face into the puddle of metallic liquid that surrounded her. Blood was everywhere. Her hair was matted with it, her face completely smeared by it. Her breathing was heavy. She was too weak. The prisoners around her were dead, and the baby on the altar was long gone. A soft red glow filled the hall through the opening in the ceiling, and Kestra's lips stretched into a wide grin, when her gaze finally set on the Blood red moon. It was finally done. The Blood Moon was here. Time for her to kill the Bride and attain all the power there was to possess.

"You are a werewolf." "I never went hunting. Blood makes me nauseous. It's the only thing I fear and hate." I made a quiet humming sound before picking her up and escorting her to the bathroom. I sat her down on the slab before filling the tub with water. "You are my bride, Dabria. Blood is now a regular thing in your life. It's as necessary as food." She didn't answer so I walked to her and tilted her chin up. "I am talking to you not with the wall."

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.

' Josh slowly gulped, internally cursing Garrix for not being specific when it came to his visions about this. This was not just the raging instincts of a newborn Omega Vampire, but the mad powers of the Crimson Bride going haywire. An elemental Vampire Mythic that was said to have blood so elusive, and powers even more devastating that could level mountain ranges to molehills. That's an even match - or probably greater compared to the all-powerful Vampire King.

She will bear the mark of the moon, and her power will unite the pack in an era of peace. Most believed the prophecy spoke of Alyssa. With her raven-black hair and twilight-colored eyes, she was everything Seraphine wasn’t—strong, adored, and seen as the true heir of the Alpha’s bloodline. Tonight, she was expected to shift for the first time, marking her transition into adulthood. The pack eagerly anticipated Alyssa’s transformation.

No fireworks. Just finality. The crowd erupts in applause. I smile for the cameras, for the legacy, for the lies. But inside? I’m already tearing it all down. I am now Mrs. Vitali. And part one of my father’s plan is complete. But this isn’t the end. It’s the beginning. And someone in this story just tried to kill the wrong bride.