Corpse Bride 2 Novels & Stories

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"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

"Just let me leave. I won't cause any trouble for your wedding, I swear. The last thing I ever wanted was to be your wife." Adrian scoffed. "You've been reborn, too, haven't you? In your past life, you schemed to have Emily killed to secure your position as Mrs. Quirrel. How could I ever trust someone as vicious as you?" He actually believed I was responsible for Emily's death. "I don't know what you're talking about." I retorted. "I've never harmed anyone." "Stop pretending to be innocent," Adrian snapped. He stepped forward and looked at me with utter contempt.

He was beside her in an instant. “Did I hurt you, Lia? Are you injured?” “Nay, husband.” She peeked out at him from the edge of the counterpane, “I used a trick my mother told me before she died.” “What trick is that?” “She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.”

Dread crept over me, a cold sensation that differed sharply with the warmth of the stolen kiss. The realization that we were not alone intensified, and a sense of vulnerability scrubbed over us. Gabby's eyes met mine, reflecting the same unease that gripped my soul. We were caught in a delicate crossroad in between secrecy and exposure. The restroom, once a haven for our shared moment, now felt claustrophobic, its walls seemingly closing in. The urgency to escape this compromising situation heightened, but before we could slip away, the door swung open, revealing the figures of Candice and Marian.

It was filled with carvings of a dragon and phoenix. The bronze casket shot out of the ground as the lid opened in midair. A male corpse of six-foot-five then jumped out of it, lunging towards the bridge. “Argh!!!” With a loud howl, corpse energy exploded in the air. It was the Corpse Princess’ father, the Corpse King. They didn’t expect him to show up at all. “Kill them!” The emperor ordered. After receiving orders, the Corpse King immediately took action. The chains of Persephone’s Folly Bridge flew out once more. However, the result was rather disappointing. The bridge didn’t seem to like beings like the Corpse King.

The bride moved like silk in current. One moment she stood on the dock. The next her red sleeve wrapped around my throat, cold as drowning. "Hungry little temple," she crooned. "All doors, no depth." Ava swung. The crowbar tore through the bride's veil, revealing not Aunt Lan but a skull packed with pearls. The pearls opened tiny eyes. [Grudge source: stolen wedding offerings.] Madam Qiao had said paper goods mattered. So did offerings.

The Brides of Blackwell. He flipped rapidly through the pages, muttering, until— “There,” he pointed. “Page 74. The Soulgown Ritual.” It was an old curse. Brides who died tragically on their wedding day, binding their souls to their dresses. If the gown is worn by a descendant or linked soul, the spirit would begin transferring—possessing—the wearer. “She’s not haunting the dress,” I whispered. “She is the dress.” “And she’s trying to live again—through you.”

His eyes met mine. The priest hurried through the rest. Something about the Moon Goddess and eternal bonds and pack law. I wasn't listening. I was staring at the white sheet covering the bride's body twenty feet away. They'd carried her off to the side. Out of the way. Like she was furniture. "I caught a glimpse of her hand before they covered it. Something green under her fingernails. Like... plant residue? Or something else?" "You may now kiss the bride." My head snapped up. "Wait, we don't have to—"

Corpse - how final it sounds he thought to myself. Atlene eventually finds the strength, and drags Ruby's body into the house. He shuts the door behind them, after laying Ruby's lifeless body on the sofa in the room. As he looks up from his bitter task, he locks eyes with a little girl in the corner of the room, holding on to one side of her body and clutching her left leg with both hands. She is shaking violently, as if she is in severe physical pain, but who had managed to pull herself out of the wreckage with incredible difficulty when the unknown creature attacked her from behind, and even after that, she seemed to be unable to stand straight.