روايات وقصص ضمن Bride Of Discord

He gestured for a man standing beneath the tiers. The man unrolled a piece of parchment. "You are charged with harboring a secret that threatens the very foundation and lineage of this kingdom," the clerk read, his voice ringing cold against the stone walls. "Specifically, the treasonous concealment of the fact that the bride sent from Dierna is male." A murmur swept through the rows of the Council lords. I kept my gaze fixed ahead, my hands smoothing over the pink silk of my robes to hide the trembling of my fingers.

Its empty, glowing crimson eyes locked instantly onto the silver bundle in Selena's trembling arms. Then, the spirit spoke. The sound was like grinding stone and shattering glass—a voice broken and distorted by centuries of confinement in the dark. ***"RETURN... THE DRAGON BRIDE."*** Absolute, suffocating silence slammed down upon the courtyard. Kael blinked, his mouth hanging open as he looked at the floating ghost. "What?" Selena stared in complete, unvarnished shock, pulling baby Luna closer to her heart. "What did that thing just say?" Killian’s jaw tightened to the point of cracking, his golden aura flaring to maximum capacity to shield his family from the spectral chill. "What did it m

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

ASTRID My eyelids felt like they were glued shut with lead. I tried to open them, but the world remained dark, heavy, and distant. Voices cut through the fog of my mind—loud, angry, clashing like thunder in my skull. They were fighting. The brothers. “You absolute fool, Kaveh!” Arman’s shout exploded, raw and furious. “She nearly died again because of you! We finally have her back after years, and you risk everything because she throws a tantrum? I told you! I warned you she wasn’t ready!”

His deep, commanding voice resonated through me, igniting that familiar heat low in my belly despite the chill in the air. Elias leaned in from my left, his charming smile softening into something deeper and more vulnerable as he pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “The Thornvale rivals have been repelled for now. Your power, awakened and honed, turned the tide during last night’s defensive ritual. You are no longer just our summoned bride—you are our equal, our heart, our unbreakable bridge.”

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."

Luka had drawn his blade out of instinct, though it hung useless now at his side. Emilia turned back toward the rest of the council, her eyes glowing faintly red. “Anyone else feel the need to insult their queen?” Silence. No one moved. No one breathed. She swept her gaze across them like a blade. “You may dislike me. Fear me. Hate what I am,” she said coldly. “But you will not disrespect me. I am the Blood Bride, the one who walked into a coven of ancient witches and made it burn.” Her hand lifted slightly. The torches lining the walls flared.

"My lord, Beta Brendo of the Darkmoon pack is here with the bride." My eyes snapped open, and my head exploded with confusion. Who is Beta Brendo of the Darkmoon Pack? And whose bride is here? Surely not Baron's lost bride - Cinderella. Yes, that was her name. Bride! This word had succeeded in blunting my aroused senses immediately. Baron stood up, rearranged his tunic, and asked, "Where are they?" "Inside the hall, my lord." "Take them to my office and tell someone to entertain them. I will join them shortly."

“Your presence is not welcomed here, human. Had my blood not yearned for and summoned for your body, I would not have made an appearance. I expect you to vacate my temple once tomorrow arrives. Do you understand?” With a furrowed brow, I grip his wrists tightly, feeling the tension in my own body. “I am without a place to go. It is my destiny to be present here. I am your bride!” “You are mistaken. You are to be my bride a year from now, and it seems that you are a year ahead of schedule,” He releases my chin, and his knuckles brush softly along my cheek. As soon as his touch comes, I feel a sense of calm wash over me, and I close my eyes to fully immerse myself in the feeling. His touch was