Bride Of The Werewolf Novels & Stories

He was the Alpha of a very strong werewolf pack, hell, he wasn’t even Lycan. I felt the tears force to betray me, it felt like my heart was being torn in two when I heard the coven being the spell. The chant began softly, the crescendo rose as they continued. I noticed the stern, almost painful contortion on Bridgette’s face as the spell advanced.

Drum rolls sounded and cheering echoed when Jason declared those words. “Will the bride stand in the center facing the audience?” I did what they said. And it was only women and in-house male mortal servants that stood in front of me. All the werewolves are positioned on my back. “On the count of three, the bride will throw the bouquet and the one who can catch it will be the next one to have his or her wedding four years from now!” Both werewolves and mortals roared when Jose’s voice reverberated. Fixing my grip on the flowers as I forbid my body to turn around and see, I then threw the flower in a swift throw of my arms.

When she’s almost on top of me, I shift to my corporeal form, grab the human from her, and cast him aside, wincing slightly as he hits the wall with a dull thud, before I yank Simone into a bedroom and slam the door shut behind me. There’s a human captive in this room, and far from being deterred by the abrupt halt to her rampage, my bride turns on her. I don’t stop her. Instead, I stand back and allow Simone to bite the old woman. Snarling and drooling like a deranged werewolf, my bride sinks her fangs into the human’s neck. The little old woman doesn’t make a sound. She is resigned to her fate. “Stop,” I say, my voice calm, but filled with all the authority of her creator and master.

Beatrice looks at Nate. "Yes." Nate answers. The assistant of the old werewolf puts a white rope on them as the old werewolf starts to speak Latin again. After he said in Latin, the old wolf transformed from being a werewolf again and began to howl. This is the symbol that the two of them are already married. Beatrice and Nate change from being a werewolf to howl like the old werewolf. It takes five minutes before they go back to their human form. "Nate, you may now kiss your Luna." The old werewolf said, so Nate looked at Beatrice and kissed her. All the guest who witnessed their vows clapped their hands as they were all happy to see them married each other.

He snapped his head towards me, a scowl instantly replacing the smile on his face. "I'll forgive this interruption, just this time," I nodded and swallowed the growing lump down my throat. "Anyway, Alpha Rhett has brought an offer that would change all of our lives forever. In case you don't know, he's the alpha of The Crescent Moon Pack, the first-ever werewolf pack, the most respected and the wealthiest of all." He paused, rubbing his palms together—an action that seemed quite greedy to me. "Alpha Rhett has chosen you to be his bride and future Luna. Don't worry about decision-making; we're not here for that. I already accepted. Your opinions never matter."

And the displays could use plenty of work. Iron bars created cages. The werewolves inside were cuffed and collared. Jackson paused in front of a particularly crowded cage. It was packed full of women werewolves. Revulsion choked him as he read the sign - breeding stock. He squeezed through the crowd as quick as he could to put as much distance between him and that cage as possible.

“She didn’t suffer any ill effects?” “Just the usual for a new vampire.” The old vampire nodded slowly. “I am given to understand that she is your first bride?” “Yes.” “How old are you?” “Six hundred and thirty four.” “Strange. I have never met a vampire that didn’t visit the curse upon another. I myself have over a hundred brides and three hundred sons. I lost track, of course, but they’re all special to me.”

He is manly, with a warrior god physique. She was before a damsel in distress and she had been her hero. She had become what she is now, gentle and dangerous, water in a real sense, because of what he had done to her. But more than that, his desperate love for his beloved is what thrilled her most. His bride is a very lucky girl, whoever among them is she. Meanwhile in Oxidore " Your mother didn't send you here just to lose! Every creature of the night know that Rhysher the Lycan is searching for a bride to marry! That should be you!" Balthar was yelling at his daughter.

I cupped the woman’s cheeks gently in my hands, the breath of her promise hanging between us, stretching and growing until it was almost solid. Like a leash around her neck and waist that bound her to me. “I accept your pledge, Nola of the mountain city,” I whispered, watching the way her eyes grew large and darted vulnerably around mine as I leaned in, before catching her lips in mine. The crowd of werewolves gasped around us when I felt her rise on her tiptoes to push her small tongue into mine and I moaned warily, feeling my wolf slam into the cages I'd erected inside me as the heat of her body pressed flush into mine sent a sharp hardening to my shaft.

Red eyes meet with brown ones and they stare at each other. "You look a lot like Emperor Ariadne, but younger. Anyway, she said I will have to seek your permission to leave here, so be kind enough to grant me your permission, thank you. Let's first start with this invisible door in this room," she said pointing at the wall behind her. "No, you are not leaving here precious. I have chosen you as my bride. We will get married when you have come of age." "I am no one's bride flat nose," "Shouldn't you be thankful to me for saving you. You were dead and I brought you back to life so technically speaking you owe me your life and you will do as I say or else I will have to take back what I give...