Novel & Cerita Bride Of Blood

Healers set up observation points around the perimeter. And Valak arranged his tools in precise patterns, drawing symbols in the dirt that glowed faintly when completed. I stood in the center of it all, trying to calm my racing heart. This was it. The point of no return. Valak approached me with a small silver knife. “I need a drop of your blood. For the binding.” I extended my hand. He pressed the blade against my palm, just enough to draw blood. A single drop fell onto a crystal he held beneath it.

Beneath the illustration was a line of ancient text, which he translated in a trembling voice: "The blood of the First Bride shall open the Final Gate." I froze. The first bride... Rose. "Rose, aren't you—" But Lucien shook his head slowly, shutting down my theory. "No." Every eye in the room—including Rose’s—snapped to him. "Not Rose," Lucien said firmly. I frowned, completely bewildered. "Then who? History says Rose was the bride who was sacrificed!" Lucien smiled thinly, his gaze practically stripping my soul bare. "You are the real First Bride."

He looked satisfied — no, he looked hungry, like a wolf that had finally caught the scent of a hunter who had been dodging him for years. "Bernardo will be here soon for his bride," he said, his voice low. He looked toward the front door as if he could already see Stefano charging through it, desperate and broken. "And when he arrives, I will show him exactly what it means to cross me. I’m going to make him watch as everything he loves turns to ash."

He is manly, with a warrior god physique. She was before a damsel in distress and she had been her hero. She had become what she is now, gentle and dangerous, water in a real sense, because of what he had done to her. But more than that, his desperate love for his beloved is what thrilled her most. His bride is a very lucky girl, whoever among them is she. Meanwhile in Oxidore " Your mother didn't send you here just to lose! Every creature of the night know that Rhysher the Lycan is searching for a bride to marry! That should be you!" Balthar was yelling at his daughter.

“Oh, and don’t try to kill me either, because once my heart stops, the explosions start.” He visibly gulps hard while eyeing the door and his men, but they don’t dare walk forward. I turn my head to the altar and spot the blushing bride with her veil still over her face. I haven’t seen her properly as yet or know her name, but I know she’s his only daughter. He’s marrying her off to someone from the Outfit, my mother’s blood. Then I smirk and point to her. “Since the life of a foot soldier matches that of a queen, I want your princess,” I say and see both his and his wife’s eyes grow wide with horror at my request.

" Rydstorm coaxed. Catori bravely walked across the rest of the air bridge, then let out a breath. Rydstrom was still astonished at how quickly the small female before him was accepting this new lifestyle. Any normal person would have laughed or act out after finding out about the existence of dragons. Then again, she wasn't so normal. But whatever it was that caused his bride to be so brave, he hoped it all goes well. He even sent a silent prayer that nothing comes between them. He already cared for her and would lay his life down on the line for her. The two walked hand in hand to the first area, which was the meeting room.

The man connected to the debt threatening her family. For the first time, she realized their lives had been moving toward something unavoidable. Something dangerous. And somewhere far beyond Briar Hollow, within the halls of an ancient castle, the First Blood Vampire sat upon his throne. Before him rested a report. A report concerning one girl. One hybrid. One future bride. The vampire king slowly closed the document. A faint smile appeared on his lips. "The time is approaching." His crimson eyes glowed in the darkness. Outside his castle, thunder roared across the night sky.

"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.

Until I got to the sitting room. Aaron was being held back by one of the guards, his arms pinned, his face twisted with anger. “What are you doing? Let him go.” I crossed the room immediately, pulling him behind me. My eyes landed on my father and beside him, the man from yesterday. “I thought I was the one you wanted.” I said flatly. “Why is my brother involved in this?” “Ella.” Aaron grabbed my arm, his voice shaking. “Is it true? Are you actually getting married? Tell me they are joking.”

I swallowed the ache in my throat. “I know. I won't come near you again.” I turned to leave. At the end of the hall, maids whispered, “The Imperial summons for the Blood Prince's bride went out today. Noble girls trembled opening theirs—thank the Moon Goddess, theirs were blank.” “They say the Blood Prince is from the First Bloodline—an Alpha so old, his bond doesn't heal, it feeds. Every bride gives her life-force to keep him strong…” “The Sixth? Vanished. No body. No soul-mark. Like she never existed.”