Corpse Bride Emily Full Body Novels & Stories

Smoke curled from the corpses littered across the earth—an endless sea of twisted limbs, broken weapons, and silent screams frozen in death. Dante stood in the middle of it, unmoving, breath shallow. It was silent. Horribly silent. Then, from the far end of the battlefield, she emerged. Emilia. But not the Emilia he knew. Her white dress was drenched in blood, soaked from the hem to her throat. Crimson streaked her skin like war paint, and her hands—those gentle hands—were covered in gore. Bodies fell behind her like shattered porcelain, and still she walked, graceful, calm, untouched by the horror surrounding her.

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

The creature stepped closer. "You killed me." Emily shook her head. "I don't know you." "You will." The creature raised its hand. The chamber filled with visions. Emily saw herself standing over a dead body. Kael was beside her. Auren was on his knees. The First Mother was screaming. And beneath them all was a dying world. Emily gasped. "No." The creature smiled. "You remember now." Emily stared at the vision. Then she noticed something. The person lying dead on the ground wasn't the creature.

VERA Vera sat because she had no other choice. Her body no longer felt like something she controlled. Her legs shook as she lowered herself onto the cold white iron chair, fingers gripping its arms until her knuckles numbed. Didi took the seat opposite her. Only then did Vera really look. Her breath hitched. Didi was wearing her dress. Not just something similar, hers. The same cut, the same fit. Her shoes. Her jewelry. Pieces of Vera’s life draped over another woman’s body, worn with careless ease.

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.

Her body flickered, fading in and out like a dying star. She was being erased. Meanwhile… Kiran’s claws raked through the chest of a void-beast, black ichor splattering across his face. Around him, the battlefield was chaos. Lucien roared, carving through Lena’s loyalists with silver-flamed blades. The vampires fought with feral desperation. The werewolves bled, but did not fall. And all around them, the sky bled red as the Void Ritual neared completion. “Emily’s still not waking up!” Kiran shouted, skidding to her side. Her body lay limp, surrounded by a faint glow pale silver and darkened at the edges like a dying moon.

“Leader Emmy!! Something’s happened! You need to come to the pack borders…now!” Bridget’s heart skipped. Emmy didn’t wait as he stormed to the door, yanking it open. “What is it?” he demanded. “It’s… you need to see it for yourself…they found something in the woods.” “What did they find?” “A body…It’s one of ours.” Emmy’s eyes widened. “Who?” “I…I.. don’t know but… there’s a symbol carved into the chest…A crescent moon…Burned into the skin.”

My wife, Lily Tanner, is a mortician. She's trying to avoid getting fired during her pregnancy, so she keeps locking herself in the morgue. I may be her husband and colleague, but even I am not allowed inside. I don't want her to work too hard, so in the middle of the night, I sneak into the morgue to do her checks for her. However, she reacts by going berserk and sounding the alarm. Ever since then, I've been very careful around her, fearing that it may affect her pregnancy. Later on, with Lily repeatedly receiving praise from the deceased's family, our department decides to hold a commendation ceremony for her. The whole family seems relieved. However, as soon as Lily receives her a

Still, I wasn't taking chances. I lit a thick black candle and set it burning slowly, and then flipped on a signal jammer. Soon, the room was filled with haze. Even if there was something I missed, no one would be seeing anything clearly now. To complete the setup, I changed into a black wedding dress. This was the Spirit Bride Rite, after all. When everything was ready, I turned toward the bed. Max lay there, perfectly still, without the faintest sign of life. The water had left its mark, but it hadn't ruined him.

His eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud. The room smelled of blood and sweat now, a scent I had grown too familiar with. I stood there for a moment, staring at the lifeless body sprawled across the floor. His eyes were still open, empty, hollow. I sighed. Another one down. The air was cold against my skin, reminding me that I was still standing in nothing but my bra and panties. I walked over to the chair where I had thrown my dress, slipping it back on like nothing had happened. I grabbed my phone and dialed.