Bride Of The Rose Beast 소설 & 이야기

Rosie was clutching Raven’s arm, her face contorted with desperation. “Come on, Raven! I’m supposed to be your bride! Take back your decisions!” she pleaded, her voice trembling. Raven scoffed, pulling his arm free. “You? My bride?” He laughed, a cold, mocking sound. “Didn’t your father tell you? You were never the chosen one. Maybe he should also tell you not to assume so much. I chose Hyacinth from the very beginning to be my wife.” My breath caught in my throat as I gaped from the staircase. His words echoed in my mind, sending a flutter through my chest. All this time, I had thought I was his second choice. How could I have been so blind? The hyacinth flowers at our wedding, the absence

"The astrologer said, as soon as you sign here, your stars will immediately align with Charlie's. You… You have to sign… Please." I took the pen without hesitation and signed my name. As I finished the final stroke and lifted my gaze, I met Adrian's venomous gaze. I could see it clearly now—the signs of his decline were written on his face, darker and more defined than ever before. "Claire… Milton… You bitch, how dare you betray me!" he roared. He was about to lunge at me when his body suddenly froze. He clutched his chest, and his face contorted in agony. Then, he coughed up a torrent of crimson blood.

"Let’s just say we have a common enemy. And I’ve got the resources to take him out. All I need is your cooperation." Jake hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "I’m in." As they shook hands, a small part of Jake wondered if he had just made a deal with the devil. But it didn’t matter. All he cared about was Sofia. And he’d do whatever it took to get her back. Back at the Blackwood Estate I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers tracing the crescent moon on my hip, my mind spinning with the prophecy I had just read. A Beast-Bride. A mark of destiny.

Rose noticed that Vanessa had applied shiny makeup even on her legs to make them appear more sexy. “Celebrating? With alcohol? When you both know how I feel about alcohol?” asked Rose. “Rosie! Get inside, and then we will talk!” said Piers, smiling at her. His voice kept slurring a little. “Your best sister and your best groom are celebrating. What more do you need? We have ordered your favourite strawberry milkshake for you. You can drink that while we drink beer,” said Vanessa, batting her eyes at Rose. “Yeah, think of this as your bridal shower, Rosie,” said Piers and pulled her inside. He locked the door, immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and stomach, and back-hugged her.

But the moment he stepped into the chamber, his eyes drifted. They landed on the bed—on the bruised, torn body of the warlord’s bride. On the marks she hadn’t spoken of. The pain she’d borne in silence. Rhazien moved instantly, faster than thought. He positioned himself between them with a force that cracked the air. A snarl tore from his throat, reverberating like a tremor through the chamber. "Look at her again and I'll rip the sight from your skull." The Spymaster flinched, then dropped his gaze to the floor.

Power rolled off him like a storm. And the Moon Goddess, radiant in white, smiled gently as she faced the crowd. She raised her hand, and the chatter stopped. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” she began. “This ceremony was not planned, but fate waits for no one.” She turned to Alessio and me. “Come forward.” We both stepped into the center, facing the crowd. The Moon Goddess looked around, her voice strong and clear. “Our Alpha has found his mate. Her name is Raven.”

Rose screamed angrily. “I didn't go missing on my wedding day. Felix gave me a huge amount of money to leave. You, Benita James, were his real bride from the start. The name on the marriage registration is Benita James, not Rose Fred. The only reason the media and the world think I'm his bride is because of his grandmother. Felix wasn't just fooling the media; he was fooling you alongside his grandmother!”

The Fae Queen needed my blood, spilled directly upon her bone-altar, to complete the connection to the Shadow Beast. ​She just got it. ​The single, agonizing drop of the Silver Ridge heir blood hits the first sprite skull. ​The mountain’s grinding echo is instantly drowned out by a sound that makes Lirien's previous rage sound like a child’s tantrum. It is a devastating, unearthly hum that rises from the pitch-black chasm, vibrating through my very teeth. ​The Shadow Beast wakes up. ​It senses the connection. It senses the blood. And it does not crawl into the bridge; it explodes through it.

Security rushed in and restrained her. They dragged her away, but Lillian kept screaming. "Gavin, I won't let you get away with this! I won't!" Only after her voice faded did the event return to normal. … Soon enough, my wedding day with Sophie arrived. The night before, I'd paid back Lance in full and sent over an extravagant collection of wedding gifts. I was going to marry Sophie in style. The wedding was lavish, filled with Sophie's favorite lilacs. Even her wedding dress was in the lavender shade she loved.

✨ 30 Minutes Later Rose stepped out— and for a moment… even the air felt still. She looked breathtaking. 👸❤️ Maroon lehenga… jewelry… kohl-lined eyes… and a bridal glow that couldn’t be ignored. 🚪 The door opened… Daniel entered… …and froze. His eyes locked on her. Completely. Silently. He walked closer… held her face… and kissed her forehead— “You look… beautiful.” ❤️ Rose frowned— “Mr. Blackwood… what is going on?”