Corpse Bride 2 Novels & Stories

On it: a shallow basin, empty now, stained dark with centuries of spilled blood. Seraphine appeared beside the basin, fading, translucent. “Speak the vow,” she said. “Blood of the bridge. Tear of the betrayed. Kiss of life. Seal it here, where it began.” Elara drew the fang again, held it high. “I, Elara Thorne-Blackthorn, bridge of the split packs, bleed willingly,” she said, voice ringing off the walls. She sliced deeper, blood flowing freely now, letting it drip into the basin. Silver droplets hissed on contact, steam rising like spirits released.

"…Because this is the only place I feel like I'm alive. I tried. I put on the suit you gave me, sat in the conference room, stared at those documents, and listened to those people talk… but I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't feel like I was even human." He lowered his head and looked at his own hands, torn open and scarred. "You shouldn't be marrying me. I'll ruin you." My tears finally fell. I said, "You won't ruin me. You saved me." Cassiano looked up at me, confused. He didn't remember anything, of course. It had happened in my previous life, after all. But I remembered every single detail. "Cassiano, let me be the one to save you this time." I took out the silver cufflink, grabbed his

The teen Vampire's remains became nothing but dust and ash. Jamie was now dead. "What now, Master Jagger? All we know is that the Bride is here at the school," hissed Cora. The mortal-looking serpentine woman moved her foot away from the teen's remains as she kneeled before the green-eyed male. She was incredulously loyal to the man. Like man's best friend. "What now, Cora, is that we find the Crimson Bride. Though this town may be small with these pathetic humans, it's difficult to rule out who they are. Because its reawakening hasn't begun yet.

Brienne seemed comfortable as she placed full concentration on watching Kai peel off the corpse's facial skin. I could hear slight tearing sounds—of the flesh, and the soft clinking of the metal hitting another metal. “I’ll need another corpse to implant the face on,” Kai said in a low voice. “Oh, there's one I saw with blue eyes. He would do.” Brienne walked up to the front, where the corpses were, and began her search. “I found it.” She stood beside a corpse that was beside the wall. Grudgingly, I headed in her direction to join hands in moving the corpse.

These were hardly the common Corpse Puppets they have been fighting against, but Blood Corpses, one of the more formidable killing contrivances of the Corpse Refinery Sect. The Blood Corpses stood in the path leading down the slopes of the Ridge, barring the invaders' way of retreat; the grisly sight of their rotting flesh and flayed skin only made them all the more grotesquely hideous under the bright sunlight. Even in the daylight, the atmosphere at the Ridge was cold. Not because of the altitude, but because of the deathly aura gave off by the hundreds and thousands of Corpse Puppets looming menacingly around the invaders. Their Rancorous Qi swirled everywhere like ghost-like apparitions

Why’s this one not rotting? Vampire drained, he supplies. Looks like she’s the only one. Can you handle her while I keep clearing the path for your parents? Yeah, go. “I never thought I’d see you again,” the corpse tries to coo over dry and rasping vocal cords. A grim and twisted reflection of life, she has what were once large blue eyes and dark brown hair, cut in a style not dissimilar to Ellie’s. Shuffling towards me with a broken leg and a grotesque chunk of flesh dangling off her rib cage, she resembles nothing more than an extra from night of the living dead. A chunk of her cheek has rotted away on one side of her face, her yellowed teeth visible through it and as Sean pointed out, I s

“Yes… I embrace it. I want it all. The blood. The fucking. The corruption. Forever.” Their bodies moved together in a final, savage rhythm. He bit her breast, drinking as he fucked her. She bit his throat in return. Their blood mingled, and their cum mixed. The orgasm that crashed through them was cataclysmic; Freya’s pussy milking him as he pumped load after load deep inside her, sealing her transformation. The coven cheered, blood and cum still dripping from their bodies. When it was over, Sebastian lifted his bride in his arms. She smiled with blood-stained lips and fangs fully extended, eyes shining with complete, joyous corruption. The shy girl who once hid among books was dead.

She shuddered as she felt herself being cramped up, light white particles rising from the late Luna Maria’s grave. Kevin watched from a distance. After he got his mate to forgive him, he couldn’t sleep. So he came to see the progress and when he saw something paranormal coming out of his mother's grave, he smiled widely. He never felt as happy as he was with himself and his decision-making. He was proud. He watched as the particles left the graves, soaring high in the sky as they quickly plunged back into the corpse. The corpse coughed out breathlessly. Cassandra quickly brought out a dagger from her bag before slitting both of the corpses' wrists just to get rid of the excess energy in her.

The woman stood up and with trembling hands cut her crying daughter’s hand and then went toward the corpse and let him drink the blood of his own daughter. The man started chanting again and suddenly the corpse went back to its original position and opened his eyes. The woman cried in relief but her relief lasted for a moment because the man rushed and started strangling his wife. The daughter cried but to no avail, the man was not her father, he was just a corpse with demon energy. The girl bit his father on his leg, and then it made her howl in pain as the man didn’t have blood in him, it was all pus, and his body was rotting.

He looked around in panic. Ningyue and Wang Simin were even more so. They were closer to the corpse than Saber Twelve. But almost at the moment when they covered their ears, the corpse in front of them disappeared. How could they not feel frightened and panic? On Samuel's side, people also found that the corpse on the ground was gone. When they suddenly looked back, they were all stunned. On the thick black coffin, the bride sat cross-legged on it, with a red bridal veil tied around her head. Dressed in a red phoenix dress, she was not in line with the coffin's black wood, which was daunting.