روايات وقصص ضمن Bride Of Discord

The Warrior’s Bride Fareeda yawned as she rolled on the bed. The first thing she realised when she opened her eyes was that she wasn’t in her room. She was naked under the sheets. She never slept without any clothes on. She sat up as she realised everything that happened yesterday. She was now Alexander’s wife. A smile made its way to her face as she remembered what took place at night. She would have never guessed that was what husbands and wives do. He had kissed every single part of her body and she loved it.

"Stefano thinks he can protect his precious little secrets while I hold his wife. He thinks he’s playing a game of chess with me." He stood up, clutching the photo of Cecilia Bernardo so hard the paper crumpled in his grip. He looked at me, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of something in his eyes that made me realize I had started a fire that no one, not even me, could put out. "Lucia," he said, his voice a low, deathly crawl. "Forget the bride. The bride is just a distraction now. We have just found the Queen."

"I've never seen him grieve as he has with his last bride, Calista. The fool loved her deeply. Too deeply. When Acasia transcended, Calista was still alive. He begged the Gods and Goddesses for her life. It's harder now that we know turning a bride into a dragon is truly possible. I'm a realist, though. It took thousands of years for one of us to break the curse. It will be thousands more before it happens again. Sarn is angry and lonely. I can tell you from experience that it's a lethal combination. Yes, if you have no choice, kill him." My bride is quiet after this speech. This needed to be said, though I'm sorry it has upset her. We finally arrive. "Are you ready?" "Yes, quite ready." I'm

A crack in the wall of hatred pressing against me. Nolan finally spoke then, his tone calm but sharp as a blade. “Aliyana Hastings is the bride of Fangred. That is the end of it. You don’t expect your Alpha to fill you in on all the details.” His words landed like an iron chain. Not tender, not protective. A declaration, a command, as if daring anyone to challenge him. But no one cheered. No one bowed their heads in joy. The silence lingered, thick with disbelief. Bride.

Not a bride. > A queen.

They prayed to Helios to let the brides in until Solas’s anger calms down and Helios agreed because of his own growing fear. Every decade since then, Helios allowed the cave to open, and a bride was sent to Solas, hoping to placate him and protect the village from his fury. Each bride was a sacrifice, a desperate attempt to stave off destruction. But Solas, consumed by anger and bitterness, never touched a single woman sent by the villagers. Instead, he killed each bride and threw their bodies out of the cave, a grim testament to his unyielding rage and refusal to accept his banishment.

From here, I could nearly see the tick in his jaw with every second that passed. It is obvious neither one of them wants to be here. The elder nodded to both of them. “As is tradition, the bride and groom must pledge themselves to one another, binding their spirits as one before the Goddess of the Moon.” Lola stepped forward first, her voice steady but carrying the hint of a tremor. “I, Lady Lola Aldrin, daughter of Black Forest Pack, accept you, Alpha Braden Blackwood, as my Alpha, my mate, my husband, until the Moon Goddess takes us to our resting place.” She was handed a knife and slit her palm, allowing drops of blood to drop onto the marble ground beneath them.

Until I got to the sitting room. Aaron was being held back by one of the guards, his arms pinned, his face twisted with anger. “What are you doing? Let him go.” I crossed the room immediately, pulling him behind me. My eyes landed on my father and beside him, the man from yesterday. “I thought I was the one you wanted.” I said flatly. “Why is my brother involved in this?” “Ella.” Aaron grabbed my arm, his voice shaking. “Is it true? Are you actually getting married? Tell me they are joking.”

He added, snapping me out of my dazed thoughts again. Thank you moon goddess for making this possible. In a world of fated mates chosen by the moon goddess, choosing me means something deep, like recognizing a true bond. I smile wide, my eyes lighting up a bit as I loop my arm through his. His skin is warm, his muscles hard and strong under my touch, like the body of a wolf ready to pounce. “Harlan, we are finally mating…” He does not react much. He just nods once. Shortly, the dressing room door swings open, and the emcee’s voice booms through the hall. “Now, let’s welcome the alpha and his bride to the stage!”

She was wearing a sleeveless hoodie and black cargo pants. She turned slowly when she heard me approaching. Her grey eyes were piercing and sharp. "Well, well," she drawled lazily. "The bride's up." I blinked. "And you are?" She popped her gum. "Rayne. With a 'y', not an 'i'. Try to remember that if I ever have to kill someone for you." I squinted. "Comforting." She grinned, her tongue poking her cheek. "You're smaller than I expected. But the attitude makes sense."