Bride Of The Rose Beast Novels & Stories

I reply. He smiles, but it never reaches the eyes. "We shall see." The doors groan open. Inside, the cathedral is all shadow and echo. Candles flicker in the side aisles, but the nave is dark except for the spill of blue light from the rose window. The mosaic depicts the Sun Father in triumph, arms raised above a field of supplicants. The artistry is exquisite, but the faces are blank, empty ovals. I wonder if the artist ran out of patience, or simply found it too painful to finish.

Just precision. He watches me as I walk toward him. Not like a man in love. Like a man about to sign a deal with the devil. I stop beside him. The priest begins. Words are said. Vows are exchanged. His voice is steady. Mine is smoother. I let him slip the ring onto my finger. Platinum. Heavy. I do the same. “You may now kiss the bride.” Leon leans in, brushes a cold kiss against my lips—brief and businesslike. No fireworks.

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

His calloused fingers, resting lightly on the table, occasionally invaded her view, a quiet reminder of his presence. As the evening wore on and Caelia reluctantly slowed her feasting, two young women approached the table. Their careful attire and poised movements betrayed their noble upbringing. Rhyzar nodded, allowing them to ascend the stairs. Setting aside the glass of unfamiliar wine she’d been given, Caelia straightened in her seat as the women approached. “My lord Draken,” the taller of the two said, bowing her head gracefully. Her golden curls cascaded like streams of honey over her tanned shoulders. Her crimson lips curved into a warm, elegant smile. “I’ve been so eager to meet your

The wax bore Darius’s crest: a snarling wolf head split by lightning. Kael broke the seal without hesitation. His eyes scanned the words, face hardening into lethal stillness. “He wants alliance,” Kael said flatly. “Pack Blackthorn and pack Ironfang joined under one banner. Against the eastern threats rising. In exchange…” His gaze flicked to Elara, dark and unreadable. “He offers his sister, Lyra, as my bride. Pure blood. Strong pups. No… complications.” The room exploded. Shouts. Chairs scraping. Fists slamming wood.

"Why do I feel nostalgic when I am in the rose garden?" Then she heard three screams, and she knew 100% that the screams came from her stepmother and her stepsisters. However, she didn't realise that the Beast was looking for her and he arrived in the rose garden. The Beast saw her, and he walked over to her. Ella (Rosabella) turned around, and she curtsy towards the Beast. The Beast was surprised to see her curtsying towards him, and he bowed before her. They stood up, and the Beast asked.

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.

“At midnight, the Festival of Transformation begins. Then, we’ll see what the future holds for me and my children.” The village buzzed with excitement. Lanterns lit the pathways, and bonfires crackled in the distance, their light flickering against the night sky. It was a night when the Moon Goddess’s blessing would be revealed—when the Alpha’s daughters would come into their full power, and the ancient prophecy would be fulfilled. The prophecy was clear: When the moon rises full on the Festival of Transformation, the Alpha’s daughter shall transform into a powerful wolf. She will bear the mark of the moon, and her power will unite the pack in an era of peace.

But I could barely see him as a result of my thick veil. If not for father, I bet I would have missed my step and fallen flat on my face. As I neared the alter, I began getting a clearer vision of my groom which seized my breath. His face was distinct, oddly familiar the more closer I got to him. It seemed like I had seen him before. Fear infused itself in me the moment I stepped on the alter. "My beautiful bride, I have been waiting for you" he lowly said, pulling of my veil. At that fleeting moment, my jaws went unhinged and ajar as I stared right at him.

“I fought my body. It sounds crazy but that’s exactly what I did. My body wanted to obey his command so I had to force it to listen to me instead. My attacker was surprised by this and when I told him to leave me alone, he listened.” Now that I hear myself say the whole story out loud it sounds more than crazy. I sound like I should be checked into a mental hospital. “Rose…” I look at Paul when he trails off. The words appear stuck in his throat for a second but then he looks me in the eye and says, “That man was a vampire.”