Novel & Cerita Corpse Bride 2

the voice called out to Vincent. Vincent clenched his jaw. “Close it,” he instructed Camela, gesturing towards the coffin. But the figure quickly reached out, gripping the edge of the coffin. “It's too late for that.” The Bride stepped forward from the shadows, her veil fluttering as if moved by a non-existent breeze. “She awakens when the bargain changes,” the Bride said gently. “And the bargain has changed.” Camela’s voice trembled. “What bargain?” The figure in the coffin turned its gaze back to her. “You don’t know?” It let out a rough, shaky laugh. “Oh… how perfect.”

A strange sound came from inside the tub. The body beneath her touch began to tremble. “What—” Derek whispered. The skin darkened. It was as if something inside the corpse ignited silently. The flesh began to collapse inward, shrinking rapidly. The surface crumbled, turning brittle and gray. I stared. The second body began to do the same. It started at the point where Bri had touched the first one, then spread rapidly through both. Their forms deteriorated in seconds. Muscle disintegrated. Bones cracked and collapsed and then, they turned to ash.

No fireworks. Just finality. The crowd erupts in applause. I smile for the cameras, for the legacy, for the lies. But inside? I’m already tearing it all down. I am now Mrs. Vitali. And part one of my father’s plan is complete. But this isn’t the end. It’s the beginning. And someone in this story just tried to kill the wrong bride.

The man scoffed disdainfully, "It doesn't matter since you're about to die. I'm Ghost Shadow, and she's Madam Bones!" Sebastian nodded slightly. "Alright, if you insist on dying, I'll grant your wish." "Fool!" Ghost Shadow shouted as he drew a sword from his waist. The sword's tip shimmered with a dark glow, transforming into a black streak aimed at Sebastian's chest. Sebastian's expression changed immediately. Ghost Shadow was indeed a disciple of the Corpse Sect, and the sword was soaked in corpse fog. A strike from this sword wouldn't just kill; it would also cause the victim to suffer unbearably from the corpses' energy, eventually leading to a horrific death.

I swore angrily as the man’s headless body ambled for a moment atop the horse before falling out of sight into the white fog. “Suffer the immortals...suffer,” I thought I heard a creature hiss behind me and I flung my claws in a neat arc, connecting with air and spinning round to bare my teeth into the fog with narrowed eyes. “Help! Help me!” The shrill scream of a maiden came from behind me so that I turned sharply, wrenching my claws from the meat of motionless flesh I’d sunk into before my heart slammed into my ribcages as I watched the smooth head of a large humanoid Hybrid as it wrenched open the door of the maiden’s carriage and gripped a dainty leg in the other hand, snarling at the g

witchy mind isn't capable of. “Of course I did it, child,” she says in a matter of fact tune as she walked up to the steel surface where the corpse laid, “This is the lady you fed from,” with a wave of her hand over the body, it was transited to a fresh looking body resembling to the lady I fed from, she waved back from the position direction and the last turned back to the repulsive image as she was before, “according to your godfather's plan, she will be presented before your pack as you, who was probably had her heart ripped out by the Royalties.” she added. It looked so real, her skin was pale like an actual corpse, dried blood surrounded the part of her chest where her heart was. “It i

Losing her like this… I couldn’t imagine surviving such pain. She looked at me with swollen red eyes. “She is gone. My Mellisa. She just wanted to be your bride, your Luna. But they took that from her.” Her voice trembled like a dying whisper. “They?” I wanted to ask, but she was grieving, and I couldn’t press her. Unfortunately, Mellisa wasn’t the only corpse. I opened the next covered body, and my breath caught. His skin was pallid, almost decomposing, and a vicious bite-like wound marked his neck. The same signature.

But they haven’t seen any signs of the two women yet… “Everyone! Come take a look at this!” An urgent voice snapped their attention back to reality. They simultaneously looked at the running man. The man pointed in a certain direction and repeated what he saw. “I saw an intact corpse!” Trevon furrowed his brows. “An intact corpse? But we’re seeing intact corpses the whole day. What do you mean by that?” The man huffed and puffed. It took a while before he could say what he saw. His voice trembled, and his eyes had this look of disbelief as if he also couldn’t comprehend what his eyes had seen. “But this is different! The corpse—it has fangs!”

Her boots snapped shut and she adjusted her bodice as she turned to me with intent in her eyes. “Go to the rectory across the street and speak with the father of Our Unblessed Fallen. Ask him to purchase a casket of the most recent departed. If he informs you that the most recent is more than two days old, ask him to place an order for the newest arrival. A corpse of that decomposition would be to far out of your depth right now.” She ordered as she grabbed out a coin pouch and proceeded to hand me three platinum coins. “If the body is too large for you to move then have him deliver it to the back door of The Widows Enclave. We have a storage space back there that can serve for our purposes.

She quickly took back her small mirror and returned to the side of Caspian, looking at the corpse warily. "This is... me?" After a long time, the corpse finally stopped trembling and looked up at Jessica. Jessica nodded. The corpse looked at Caspian again as if he was unwilling to give up. "It's you. It's quite ugly." Caspian was said indifferently and stabbed him. "How... how could I become like this..." The corpse's voice was still full of disbelief. But to be honest, a skull was opening and closing at this moment. It was obviously very funny, and with this unbelievable and sad voice, it would be even more funny.