Corpse Bride Dead Novels & Stories

“She tried to kill the wolves by using what was left of Umai’s magic.” “She said in her journal…do you remember?” I ask. “She can command the dead.” Jericho is white as a sheet and he looks like he’s going to throw up. “I hate to say this, but I don’t know what to do next. How do we know who is alive and who is...well, for the lack of a better word, a zombie?” “Corpses don’t bleed,” I say. “Even reanimated ones.” Jericho looks to Vera as if asking her for confirmation. The witch merely nods. “She’s right, Alpha.”

I shook him hard, hands on his shoulders, pushing my calming scent out again because fuck the exposure risk, he looked like he was dying. He gasped, eyes flicking around wild. "No… no, get away… " "It's me, dumbass! Areum! Snap out of it!" He grabbed my wrists, grip bruising. "They're here. Blaming me." "Who? What the fuck are you talking about?" He blinked hard, coming back slow. Sat up, breathing ragged, face pale as a ghost. "The brides. Dead ones. From the curse." I stared. "Brides? Like wedding brides?"

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.

The sight before Xiao Chen was grisly and gruesome. Dead bodies scattered everywhere around him, most of them belonging to the acolytes or students of the Corpse Refinery Sect who had been killed. Even so, their terrible deaths were eclipsed by the hideously and grotesquely mangled and maimed remains of the students and fighters of the Orthodox Path. This could only be the work of Corpse Puppets, Xiao Chen observed, That nothing is left remaining save for some bloody bits of flesh and viscera. Still, all the signs only indicated that the invasion of the Summit of Mystics had already begun for days.

I said his name in a whisper, watching him kneel on the ground with his mate’s dead body in his arms. “Savia!” seeing her body covered in bruises and a silver dagger through her chest crumbled my heart. “She is g---one!” he let out a weep to announce the agony his heart was feeling. “Ahh! She is gone!” the wailing brides repeated after him, crying and yelling while terrorizing the pack once again. It was then I noticed I was the only one accompanying my brother because the others were too afraid to get a glimpse of the wailing Brides. Though the wailing brides never interacted or got into physical contact with anyone due to being made of dust, they have the pack appalled.

'Who is she talking to? She got her answer a second later. A chill went up her spine when she saw the supposedly dead bodies sitting up one after another, causing the white cloth covering them to fall off. She immediately fell backward to the ground. 'What the hell is going on? Don't tell me Corinne can summon the dead now that she's a ghost!' she thought, turning pale. As she was trembling, one of the dead bodies jumped down from the table, strode toward her, and slapped her face.

Chapter 7: The Ugly Truth He’s dead…he’s dead…he’s dead… The words kept reverberating inside my head until it was all I heard. He’s dead…he’s dead…he’s dead… I clutched at my head with both hands, trying to make it stop. Trying to silence the ominous voices that kept on repeating those dreaded words over and over again like a stuck tape-recorder… “Kyra!” Angie and Rika were on either side of me in an instant.

"I am speaking to the Bloodmoon Pack. To the Iron-Claw Pack. And to the Free Wolves of the Bone Yard." ‎ ‎I took a deep breath. ‎ ‎"For years, you have been told that the Rogues are enemies. That they steal your children and raid your borders. You were told they are savages." ‎ ‎I opened the Black Ledger on the desk in front of me. ‎ ‎"You were lied to." ‎ ‎I began to read. ‎ ‎"Sarah Miller, missing since June. Status: Deceased. Harvested in Sector 4 Lab." "Corporal Davin, missing since August. Status: Deceased. Failed extraction." "Maya Vane, age six. Missing since September. Status: Deceased."

I stepped closer, my eyes burning. “She’s dead, Alessio. Tonight. I swear it.”

When her hair tumbled forward like a river of silk, there was no escaping it. The Scarlet Vampire pulled a player into her arms, and they surrendered completely, believing the NPC had fallen for them. Even after their blood was drained, a contented smile stayed on their face. Meanwhile, the Ghost Bride's presence was unmatched. With a single glance from her mournful eyes, players fell under her spell, willingly letting themselves be consumed by the ethereal folds of her white veil. Each bride shone in her own way, captivating viewers completely. "This is the true art of killing!"