Novel & Cerita Corpse Bride 2

"Our only hope to survive this night is to keep our heads. When we found Graveston, God rest his soul, I saw blood, dark thick blood- which was not his own- also on the kitchen floor. The shots we heard being fired must have injured this...thing...which means if it can be hurt, then it can be killed too. You also saw how frightened Graveston was when we left the men...fear is what it follows, it can smell it, I am sure. And I will not let this cursed beast, if that is what it is, get the better of me. I am the lady of this house and I will not begin my life here as either a slave to my own fear, or as a corpse. Do I make myself clear?" Mary bobbed her head, gulping hard, her mistress's eyes

There were so many of them. Was this place really the resting place of the brides Adam had killed? But why? Why would he commit such atrocities? "She's the new one," I heard someone whisper. With a start, I turned around and saw two transparent figures floating above two grave stones. They both had long blonde hair and very pale skin. One of them had brown eyes. The other had blue eyes. "Who are you?" I asked, and they exchanged bewildered glances. "We're ghosts," they echoed, and I swallowed hard, my stomach squirming with discomfort.

I replied coldly, "Okay. I've prepared a surprise for you at the wedding." Wales replied that he was looking forward to the surprise, but I didn't respond. The faking-death service's car with a fake licence plate was already waiting at the entrance of the house. I handed them a USB drive that had Wales and Anna's videos and voice recordings on it, reminding them to play the recordings during the wedding. I also handed my phone to them to deliver to Wales along with my corpse during the wedding. I had left a recording of my last words on the device.

"Around noon, I think. She told us not to disturb her." "Go check if she's actually in the room." "Well..." Martha sounded hesitant but still went upstairs. She carefully opened the door to a darkened room with curtains drawn. On the bed, there was a shape that appeared to be someone sleeping. She quickly shut the door again. "She's in bed, Mr. Lodge," Martha whispered. Brian frowned. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Did he really see someone else? 20 minutes later, Ariana returned to the Lodge residence. She quietly entered while Martha was busy in the kitchen, then headed straight to her bedroom on the second floor.

He's my creator and I'm so used to him doing everything for us. How can I even hunt around this place? As far as I can tell, we are in a different dimension. I doubt if I can hunt for animals with blood here. The blood we have is only for Marius. I can't share it with him or we both will not survive. It will be tough to just stick around this place. Surprisingly, the abandoned house looks clean. The ghost bride may be taking care of it well. She can touch everything as if she's still alive. I guess that's one of the perks of being an old ghost. She looks like she already knows the other side from every corner.

“I cannot antagonize either the twins or Dan since by picking a side that’s exactly what I would be doing.” “So what would you do?” Hildegarde asked. “I don’t know yet. I would still need some time to consider everything.” Mane confessed. “That seems to be the best option right now,” Hildegarde agreed. “First we need to dispose off her body,” Mane stated, and turned to face the corpse a few meters away from him. The skin of the deceased figure was shrunken and looked like the skin of an extremely aged person. The entire body was a pale yellow color, and the opened mouth and terror in its eyes before death showed that this person didn’t die a pleasant death. It would have been difficult to pl

The light breathed love. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. And that was the essence. The one that endured. The one that mattered. The one we were. Together. In every chest. In every rise. In every moment. The light. The love. The breath. Always. The cursed wolf breathed love. The light breathed love. Love was the movement. And it flowed. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. Always. The manor breathed love.

"Get on your knees. Apologize to Celeste. Or the wedding is off." My whole body went rigid. I met his gaze, pure hatred burning behind my eyes. "No." His temper exploded. He grabbed my collar and kicked my legs out from under me. My knees hit the hardwood with a sickening crack of pain. I tried to push myself up, but his hand closed around my throat, shoving me back down. "Apologize, or I call everything off right now!" A familiar, primal terror seized me—flashbacks of the violence from my last life crashing down.

Suddenly, a vast and boundless power burst from Belial’s eyes. The surroundings changed rapidly, dragging Adrian into an eerie space. Here, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but these corpses were not lifeless. They all lunged toward Adrian with gnashing teeth and raking claws, aiming to take him down. Terrifying roars echoed, resembling a tidal wave about to engulf Adrian. However, he would not yield to such a threat. As the horde of corpses approached, his Frost Crystal Divine Sword soared into the air, effortlessly slicing through the oncoming living dead.

My tone was laced with vulnerability, a deliberate ploy to seem weak and unsuspecting to these lowlifes. Their eyes gleamed with excitement, like ravenous wolves sensing prey. "Did the empress even enter the Alpha's chambers?" one of them sneered. "There wasn't even a scratch on her! Previous brides died the moment the door was shut, and suddenly the Alpha didn't touch her? Isn't it suspicious?" They spoke in hushed tones, their words dripping with malice and ignorance.