Bride Of Discord Novels & Stories

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?”

“Today, the goddess herself shall bless your bond.” Where is mother? ‘Christen asked ‘, She's bonding with her daughter in-law, Orren answered, and they all laughed. Christen bowed his head slightly. “Thank you, Father. I only pray I am worthy of her — of Liora.” Eldric smiled knowingly. “A true mate is not about worth, my boy. It’s about purpose. And the two of you… your destinies were written in the same breath.” Outside, the trumpets changed their tone — a sign that the bride was approaching.

This was the bounding and illusion eroding to reveal the true form of the bride, shocking everyone in the room, making the two men stop fighting and observing the change happen. The bride continued squealing as the form began to change, and soon, she revealed herself to be a large Sow in the wedding clothing. Breathing heavily as the change was very taxing, she looked upon the humans before her and wondered what she did to deserve such treatment. This surprised everyone in the room; the bride was a female pig, and suddenly, there was a voice in the room. “This is a small punishment for trying to take my wife from me. Did you really think I would allow you to take what is rightfully mine?” Th

The chandelier above swung violently, though no wind stirred. The air grew heavy—thick with something old. A magic that wasn’t mine. A presence that filled the room like black smoke. Alika’s body lifted slightly off the settee, her hair rising as if underwater. Her lips moved— But it was Morrigan’s voice that came out. > “The vessel breaks, the bride awakens. This time, the throne shall not remain empty.” “No,” I said firmly, stepping forward. “She is not your throne.” I grabbed the silver blade again and slashed my palm, fresh blood spilling.

She pouted. Freda was supposed to be my bride, a strategic match to form a powerful alliance between our packs. I had waited for a long time, thinking I might never find my true mate. She, being the daughter of a strong Alpha, seemed like a perfect choice. Freda possessed both beauty and an engaging personality, making her a promising companion. I believed she would make a good wife and a loving mother to our future children. I genuinely loved her, even though she was not my mate. But then, just four days before our wedding, my world came crashing down.

My heart skipped a beat when I looked up to realize we were already outside, and all too soon, the Lycan was pressing his lips to mine, Kalden had nodded his goodbyes to me with all the maiden’s gathered, and I was trying to reign in my tears and the bitterness clawing at my throat. “Attention soldiers!” Hector screamed, and I heard the distinct yelp of a woman beside me as the thunder of the skies breaking and darkening above us followed his voice. The fat bead of a lone raindrop had me cross-eyed in the foyer as I tried to discreetly shake off an old maiden’s iron grip as she latched on to me mindlessly, heaving sobs that made the Lycan’s words dim in my ears before I was able to get away.

The red hair bride replied, “We might give birth to eggs since this is a dragon kingdom.” Nora cut their talks with her frustrating words, “That’s the matter should be worried by the bride who was chosen by our crown prince. Not you.” All the brides were irritated and Ash coloured hair bride told her, “What does a warrior doing in the group of brides? Does the warrior think she might be picked for her sword?” The brunette bride replied the ash hair bride, “She is been following our crown prince like a puppy but he doesn’t even gave his grace to this warrior.”

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I laugh—loud, bright, vicious. Draven’s gaze snaps to me. He raises one hand. Silence falls. “The communion will be performed in three nights,” he says, voice velvet over steel. “The bride is proving… a challenge.” I step forward until every eye is on me. “A challenge?” I repeat, loud enough for the rafters. “You want me to spread my legs for a monster who locked me in a tomb my first night here? You want me to smile while you murder me for your convenience? I was sold by my own blood, dragged across a dead sky in a cage, and greeted with contempt. So no, I will not be your willing little sacrifice. If your precious Veil tears, let it tear. I am done paying for sins that are not mine.”