Corpse Bride Dead Novels & Stories

And I was damn right as we reached closer. “They’re gone, burned the tents down to clear their trail,” Frost declared. “Let’s cross. We might find something to help us locate Cora.” We crossed path the water, just ankle-deep. Gael might be right—they were recruiting members. Based on the fire, it lit up pretty recently. If we were just quick enough to get here, we could still catch Cora. “Son of a—!” I turned to Frost. He was standing in front of a dead body. I walked closer with my heart hammering in my chest. The corpse was resting against the tree with a bullet hole on the forehead.

criiiit . Something disgusting started to come out from inside the corpse's genitals. A black head, followed by pale skinny fingers that were mercilessly ripping apart the corpse's genitals. "Oh no!" Alif shouted while looking away. Couldn't bear to witness such a terrifying and utterly disgusting event. It's worse than zombies! In a few seconds, kuntilanak covered in blood came out of the corpse's body. The torn-mouthed Kuntilanak growled and walked closer to Alif. Continued

You've been playing me from the very beginning! Dario bared his teeth at me in a twisted grin. "It's fine. If we got to do it over once, we can do it over again. Next time, I'll kill that bastard Cassiano first. I'm the only one who can be your husband!" "There won't be a next time," I said lightly, smiling at him. "You died last time, too, didn't you? That's the only reason we got to start over. But this time… Unfortunately for you, you're the only one who's going to die."

"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.' '

The King commanded the servants to give the body a proper burial in the cemetery, but upon entering the cemetery, the tombs were opened as the dead began to screech in an eery voice. The winds were whooshing furiously as the gate of the cemetery was opening and closing; alarming them, something was lurking around. "Congratulations on your mating ceremony. Our lord sends his regards to you. The war has begun. The dead have risen, the blood is slaying, and the mates are dying. Revenge is screaming, people are mourning, your time is counting, and your mate is fading into darkness." The older man chuckled sinisterly, strangling the struggling man as he drained his blood to the golden goblets to

“What do you mean?” “You’ll find out,” the Bride replied. “When the veil falls.” She was pushed into another chamber, even darker than the last one. A tall, cracked mirror stood in the center. The Bride signaled for her to look. “Check it out.” Camela hesitated but then stepped closer. In the reflection, the dress sparkled but it was no longer white; it had turned a deep, fresh red. Her breath caught in her throat. “Why is it…” The Bride’s voice lowered to a whisper. “Because in this mirror…you’re already dead.”

“Are you serious? She’s been dead for seven hours. That can’t be right.” “I’m telling you, I saw it!” He let out a frustrated sigh and checked for a pulse on the body. “There’s no pulse. She’s definitely gone. Are you suggesting we’re in some zombie movie or something?” “Maybe I just need to catch some Z's.” “Get it together. We’ve got a lot to do.” They shook their heads, ready to move on. But just as they leaned in, the corpse’s eyes shot open! They stood frozen as the woman, thought to be lifeless, locked eyes with them.

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.”

Amara moved behind me, palms bright with magic. “They’re adapting again,” she said. “The dead remember. They’re getting smarter.” “Lovely,” William grunted. “Now they’re organised.” “Marie’s feeding them,” Amara said. “More power. Sex magic.” My stomach turned. The thought of that woman, half-witch, fully dead, pumping new life into corpses made something in me cold and furious. “Then we cut the cord,” I said. Give them a double death. I pushed the cold out through my fingers. Frost spidered across concrete, veins of white that bit and cracked the air. The first handful of corpses that shuffled into the hall slowed, limbs creaking into brittle statues.

"Oh Phoebe, don't you know anything, Adam came home from work last night and found a dead body of a woman in an alley outside the town, her whole body was only skin and bones, and there were many bite marks on her body, her blood was drained, it must be a Vampire who did this terrible thing, that corpse could be Dina because she is inherently mentally unstable, her mother has been looking for her all night. Haven't seen it yet." The corpse of this woman, the villagers did not know who is she, because she was drained of blood, her organs were also taken away, and her clothes were also torn apart without a single piece of cloth on her body. Her form was too horrible to recognize who it was, th