Bride Of Discord Novels & Stories

Yes, everyone in the clan has already noticed that I turned on her, only she alone does not want to notice this. - Stupid, impudent fox. I have long lost my head from one small fearless splinter. The fox looked at me incredulously, bright stars danced in her blue eyes. My charming couple. Now I was glad that the elders had insisted and brought her to the clan. That day came to mind. Rice came to me and, turning pale, announced the decision of the elders to return the bride home. The same half-blooded daughter of Alexander Kedano, whose mother fled under unclear circumstances, taking her with her. I remember being very angry. Problems rained down on the clan like curses: the north haunted, Al

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.”

“She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.” “You deceived the king’s emissary, and therefore the king himself.” “Not as much as you did, Groigair Padraig Alasdair MacInnis.” Padraig scowled at her and grabbed the counterpane, tossing it back to reveal her nakedness. Eliana gasped when grabbed her ankle and tugged her quickly to the edge of the

“You will do as you're told, Raven. You'll disguise yourself as a woman, which I'm quite sure wouldn't be hard for you to do.” His voice dripped with disgust. A surge of humiliation burned through me, but I kept my face expressionless. Danica was the only one who dared speak. “What is the point of this, Father?” Lord Dierna narrowed his eyes at her. “Those vile creatures have no respect for our customs or traditions. Even our very lives are being controlled. Why, then, should we honor theirs?” His eyes settled on me again. “You shall be his bride, and that's final.”

She grabbed her water glass like it was a lifeline, brows raised in silent demand. Delilah spoke first, words strangling out. “So what exactly is the word, Zeden?” I set my fork down. Met both their eyes, then turned to Amber. “Bride.” The word landed clean and final. “My bride.” The glass slipped from Mother’s hand. It shattered against the floor in a spray of shards and water. Delilah swayed in her seat, face draining of color like someone had pulled a plug. And Amber—fuck, the shock on her face hit me harder than either of them.

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."

Words in an ancient script glowed faintly as they read: The First Moon cursed the split packs: Blackthorn and Ironfang, born of one sire, divided by pride. Only the bridge born of forbidden union, human heart, wolf blood, may mend or sunder the line forever. The ritual of binding requires three elements: blood of the bridge, tear of the betrayed, fang of the betrayer. Complete it under the dark moon, and the curse lifts. Fail, and the bridge shatters, taking both packs into oblivion. Elara’s heart slammed against her ribs. “I’m the bridge.”