Novel & Cerita Bride Of The Rose Beast

' A cold, fierce determination bloomed in her chest. 'No one will take him from me again. No poison. No betrayal. No Lisa. If fate gave me a second chance, then I would rip apart anyone who tries to steal it.' The priest cleared his throat again, jolting under the weight of the tension. “A-And now… the bride’s vow.” A hush swept the garden. All eyes turned to her. All breath held. Even the wind paused to listen. Rose didn’t move at first. Then, slowly, she lifted her hand and removed the tinted glasses.

Dear Nevaeh, I know you hate the fact that we have sent you over to the beasts but this arrangement is more than you just being a bride. Our small village depends on this treaty for survival. Please do whatever you can to make sure our alliance with the beasts is not broken. I know you love your parents and your sister Paisley. You’re doing this for them too. You’ll forever be appreciated and honored. ~Silas

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Colors pulsed alive in the dim light: cobalt colliding with crimson, veins of gold splitting the dark. Then I saw it. One stroke. Angled. Deliberate. A fracture cut through chaos. My breath stuttered. Memory surged. A brush dragged across canvas. Laughter spilling warm against my shoulder. Her voice: Not like that. Let me fix it. See? Every break can shine if you know how to cut the light. My chest constricted. It was her. My hands clenched the frame until the wood groaned. This was Asaraiah—my bride, living, breathing, fierce. But through that stroke I saw her. The one buried by time. The ghost I’d failed.

Meanwhile, my only child turned out to be a rare sacred beast hatchling. All beast clans rejoiced and proclaimed me the beast king. On the day of the coronation, Rosalie, reluctant to accept it, strangled my sacred beast hatchling. She also ambushed me while I was still weak, tearing out my beast core and ripping the scales off my body. In the end, she tossed my body—along with my lifeless hatchling's—into the beast furnace, destroying us completely. Upon that thought, I glared at Rosalie, suppressing the hatred within me.

Her snow-white hair cascaded freely down her back, crowned with a simple circlet of black roses and silver leaves. She looked every inch the princess consort — strong, graceful, no longer the frightened child who had once crawled from burning ruins. Thorne stopped at the edge of the dais and gave Raven’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You’ve come a long way, little star,” he murmured. Raven smiled at him — bright, grateful — and stepped up to stand beside Victoria. The two brides faced each other under the blood moon. The royal officiant — an ancient vampire priestess in robes of deepest black — began the vows.

To my surprise, I find him smirking before looking down at the sand. ''I'm here, aren't I?'' He clenches his jaw. We both continue to look at each other and by the look on his face—it shows how he managed to pick it all up. The runaway bride part of course. I clear my throat, letting go of my dress and the ends drop onto the sand without a single care in the world. As for Elis, he won't stop looking at me. ''Why are you here, Rose?'' He asks. I look straight into his eyes, liking how they are lighter than usual which makes him much more attractive than he already is. The thing is that, I've fallen for Elis not because of good-looks but because of him. The way he is. I accept him that way.

Gradually, my nerves calm and my breathing goes back to normal, abiding by his words even though my brain is still in chaos. “Would you stop with whatever the hell it is that you’re doing?” I have no idea how he does it. All I know is that I just want it to stop. Before he has a chance to speak or worse make me stop speaking, I ask one last thing. “What’s our situation exactly? I don’t even know your name.” “My name is Maxwell Barnett and you, Charlie Preston, will be my vampire bride.” He sees my intent to speak, so before a word could come out of my mouth he tells me to remain quiet and listen.

Although I was given a warning, that should I miss work one more time, I’d be sent through the door asap. That evening, when I arrived home, I should have been thrilled to see Ambrose. But I wasn’t. He told me that despite my broken contract with his Alpha, he’d still be a good friend, and he’d visit from time to time. Little did I know that that was just the beginning. I am Rose Cintilar. Twenty, going on twenty one. I was supposed to marry the Alpha King after helping him defeat the dark whims and save the werewolf world. Now, he’s rejected me, and I’m back in the human realm. And I’ve decided to focus on fulfilling my father’s dream.