Romans & histoires Bride Of The Rose Beast

They want to dismantle the hierarchy of the entire wolf kind. "Who’s your contact?" I demand, stepping back. "How are you moving across borders unseen? Who’s feeding you intel?" He grins up at me, his teeth stained red. "The Rose." My heart hammers against my ribs. "What did you say?" "The Rose," he whispers, a look of reverence crossing his twisted face. "She blooms in the dark. She carries the scent of the garden and the poison of the grave. She opened the door for us." Wild roses.

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 touch burned. “Name,” he said. His voice was low, rough, velvet over steel. “Elara Thorne.” He studied her face like he was memorizing it. Then he leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “You just triggered the bond, little human. That makes you mine.” He straightened. Turned to face his pack. “The claiming is over. She is my bride.” Outrage exploded. Shouts, snarls, bodies shifting forward. Kael didn’t flinch. He simply let his eyes glow brighter, solid molten silver, and the pack froze.

"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.

She chokes on her tears, her cries echo around as it is announced. " Congratulations! I now declare you as husband and wife! " " The groom may kiss the bride and then we can proceed towards the coronation ceremony of our Lycan King as the next Empire King!" Rose's heart thuds at the speaker's words. Fear enters her mind when she sees Zander's shoes stop in front of her. He crouches down and she was afraid to even look up. When a fearful gasp left her lips as strong hands gripped her neck and pushed up her face.