Bride Of Discord Novels & Stories

She marries to survive and for the money too. Her laughter floats out of the bridal suite, high and polished, the same sound she perfected years ago. It is not joy. It is performance. I have heard it used to charm council elders, soothe angry Alphas, and convince men with too much power that she is exactly what they need. “You may now kiss the bride,” the officiating priest announces. “Before Elsbridge Pack and the Moon Goddess, I pronounce you mates.” Applause swells across the ballroom. Champagne flutes clink, Betas in silk gowns beam as if this is a fairy tale instead of a carefully negotiated alliance.

But everyone had weaknesses and I just had to find his before those four days ran out. On the second day Miranda came to me with information she had discovered while going through older files that Tobin had kept locked away. "Marco had a wife who died five years ago," Miranda explained while showing me photos of a young woman with dark hair and a soft smile. "Her name was Isabella and by all accounts he was completely devoted to her and he never remarried after she died." I studied the photos and noticed that Isabella had a similar build to me and similar coloring and I wondered if that was significant or just a coincidence. "What else do we know about her?"

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The bride who was silent for all this time suddenly made a loud scream. The woman immediately took a drum nearby and started beating it in rhythm followed by I heard more drums noise coming from village. As soon as the sounds heard, the woman looked at the bride and smirked with satisfaction and started leaving the place. What is happening? Who is she and what did she do to that bride? Just then I saw a dark cloud forming above the head of the bride becoming big by seconds covering her. Then the bride’s begging cries turning into a muffled sound started coming out.

Wolves and Lycans could barely share a border without bloodshed, yet here I was, binding myself to one of theirs. “For politics,” Mother had said. “For power.” And power, I liked. The grand oak doors groaned open, and silence fell over the gathered nobles. The bride appeared… My bride. She was draped in ivory, her face veiled. My jaw tightened. The spoiled daughter of the Beta known as a spoilt brat. Everyone’s eyes turned to her, but mine locked instantly as her scent hit me first.

the voice called out to Vincent. Vincent clenched his jaw. “Close it,” he instructed Camela, gesturing towards the coffin. But the figure quickly reached out, gripping the edge of the coffin. “It's too late for that.” The Bride stepped forward from the shadows, her veil fluttering as if moved by a non-existent breeze. “She awakens when the bargain changes,” the Bride said gently. “And the bargain has changed.” Camela’s voice trembled. “What bargain?” The figure in the coffin turned its gaze back to her. “You don’t know?” It let out a rough, shaky laugh. “Oh… how perfect.”

Lisa's anxious voice sounded in the earplug. ~~"You cannot say ' I Do' no matter what!!" Lisa warned her desperately The whole place was left in silence because the bride is hesitating. No one knew what would happen next as the whole place was left in anticipation

The bridegroom wasn't a simple guy from our countryside like my sister preferred, she always wanted a simple life where she would be managing the household and looking after kids while her husband earned their livelihood. However, this was not the case, her husband-to-be was a lord, our small village fell under his estate. He was the great Vampire Lord, child of the night, a nocturnal being. The wedding would also be held at night instead of the morning like it usually happened. Even the wedding gown wasn't white.

"Viv‌ian... i‌t‌ started as a pla​n. Bu⁠t I‌..." "He’s a C⁠aldarian, Vivia‌n," the wom​an inter‌r​upted. "W‌e don't‌ do thin‍gs for love. We d​o t​hem for the Debt." ‌Sh​e leaned in close, her br​ea‌th cold on my ear.‌ "Now‍ that we have th‍e deeds and t‌he ledger, we don't need a b⁠ride anymore. We need a sacrifice. The city thinks Maurice is the vill‌ain.‍ It would be​ s⁠o t​ragic if hi​s 'v⁠i​cti‍m​' died of a⁠ broke‌n heart... or a‌ tr‌agic accide‌nt at the station."

"But Alpha..." "Take," Dylan repeated coldly. "The measurements here. Don't make me repeat myself." An awkward silence reigned for a few seconds. Jordan turned his face away to hide a smile, while Scarlett glared at Dylan. Her hands fisted and she opened her mouth to protest, but he gave her a dark look, silently daring her to disobey him. In the end, she scoffed and turned away. Winona noticed the tension between her Alpha and his bride to be. She had heard the gossip that he planned to take a human bride, and everyone knew it was to break the curse on his bloodline.