Bride Of Discord の小説・ストーリー

Daciana stood with Rudina’s crown in her hands and servant brown across her shoulders, looking more dangerous than anyone wearing steel. “You keep calling me bride because saying my name reminds you I am not yours,” she said. The lower house went very still. Lobo’s eyes darkened. Daciana stepped forward, and I saw Bardolph fight himself not to move with her. That restraint did not make me like him. But it made me understand why the moon had not let their bond die easily. Some debts demanded witnesses. Some changes demanded time. And some men had to stand close to what they broke until they either healed differently or shattered completely.

"I know how you think. I know what you need from a partner. I know what you've been building toward and I know exactly how to help you finish it." Another pause. "Sienna is remarkable. I mean that. But she's not equipped for what comes next. What you're about to face requires someone who understands the full architecture. Someone who built it." The corridor was very quiet. "You engineered the marriage clause," I said. "I created the conditions," she said. "Yes." "You needed Celeste to be the bride so the covenant would force the switch." "I needed you to end up with someone I could work with," she said. "Celeste was always temporary. A structural placeholder."

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

The cathedral doors burst open. Dozens of armed men stormed inside. One old man shouted, “Kill the cursed bride!” The young warrior immediately drew his sword. “No one touches my wife!” Steel clashed. Blood covered the cathedral floor. Flames consumed the altar. The bride cried while holding him. “I’m sorry…” He smiled weakly. “You promised…” He whispered. “…you’d find me again.” Everything dissolved into darkness. ⸻ Present Alessio gasped violently. He fell to one knee.

His is the end of the road for you, and I won't let you win' "A bride from the Church Downtown," I repeated with a frown. "He wants a fucking heir." I smiled sadistically as I took a long gulp of my drink. "Not if I can help it" He looked at me. "Speak," I snapped, raising my cup to my lips, and he bowed. "It is also rumored that the daughter of the hunter, the Morgan, was taken in by the church yesterday, alpha Remus," he said, and my hands stopped mid-air, my eyes widening in shock.

“And you hand the crown to me.” For a beat, no one breathed. He wanted my empire. He wanted everything. Sergei looked at me, his jaw was tight, already waiting for the order that would mean war. Marco shook his head slowly, whispering, “Madness.” “You have three days, Adrik,” Victor finished, his tone almost singsong. “Seventy-two hours. After that… your truce bride dies screaming on my cock.” My pulse hammered so violently it almost drowned the words. For a split second,one I’d never admit aloud I felt fear. Not for me. For my wife.

“At midnight, the Festival of Transformation begins. Then, we’ll see what the future holds for me and my children.” The village buzzed with excitement. Lanterns lit the pathways, and bonfires crackled in the distance, their light flickering against the night sky. It was a night when the Moon Goddess’s blessing would be revealed—when the Alpha’s daughters would come into their full power, and the ancient prophecy would be fulfilled. The prophecy was clear: When the moon rises full on the Festival of Transformation, the Alpha’s daughter shall transform into a powerful wolf. She will bear the mark of the moon, and her power will unite the pack in an era of peace.

Marco's voice was laced with so much emotions, in contrast to the very carefree version I know. I looked straight at André and from the look on his face, Marco wasn't lying. He really did that to his brother. "You impregnated my fiancee in my absence and made her your fucking wife." "That was years ago dammit! Natasha threw herself at me." André yelled back. "Yeah because you've always been the best choice, you fucking traitor!" Marco hissed at him. "She deceived the both of us Marco and you know that. She was literally still having an affair with you, even after I married her."

His fangs throbbed painfully, letting themselves down on their own accord. “I also know my opponent is a full blooded vampire and I'm an half breed. But, with father away and his mother seeking conquest over a powerless empire, and with you in the picture, I have just enough time to get back what's mine.” A scowl etched itself on her face, adding to the morbid expression that now tainted her countenance. “And what have I got to do with any of these?”

“We’ve been talking about the ceremony, but we haven’t seen the bride. Rowan is back. We expected to see Rebecca. She’s required in the planning process.” The hall fell silent, and all eyes turned to Donald. He sat at the head of the table, face impassive, and hands folded. He had barely spoken since returning. Councilman Thalos leaned forward. “Alpha, where is your bride, Rebecca?” Donald’s voice was calm, almost detached. “You can go on without her.” Councilman Thalos blinked. “It’s not possible. The ceremony requires the bride. The gods…” Elder Magnus seconded him. “The ritual demands both parties. We can not discuss the event without her.”