Novel & Cerita Corpse Bride Fanfiction

"Let go of me!" I shouted. They didn't release me; instead, they struck my back a few more times. Pain flared and I bared my teeth, furious. "Are you insane? I'm the bride. This is my wedding church, and you're beating me up? You'll pay for this!" I warned. The bodyguards ignored me; they were Nina's people. The crew nearby began whispering among themselves. "That bride has no sense. Nina is Yves's best friend. She's decorating the church with his approval. Why not just go along and stop making a fuss?"

“She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.” “You deceived the king’s emissary, and therefore the king himself.” “Not as much as you did, Groigair Padraig Alasdair MacInnis.” Padraig scowled at her and grabbed the counterpane, tossing it back to reveal her nakedness. Eliana gasped when grabbed her ankle and tugged her quickly to the edge of the

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.”

I could do nothing but hug him. "I vowed to never return to a claiming. The years of loneliness start eating at you. I finally knew I could not stay away. Our brides are not just sexual partners, they're companions. When a bride's body is old and frail, unable to perform sexually, it matters not. Friendship fills all voids and a dragon is satisfied. The terrible part is knowing our time is limited once it reaches that point. I flew to your claiming vowing to never love again. Forgive me, bride, for it is you who will suffer the most. Please. Just... be my friend."

Something flickered in his eyes, surprise, amusement, I wasn’t so sure. He took another step closer, towering over me with his crazy height. I subconsciously took a step back, suddenly feeling the need to run from his presence. He leaned in. “Sharp tongued huh? I wonder how long you can keep that up, with your pack’s life in line.” I shivered. “What?” My voice was barely a whisper, the loud pounding of my heart echoing in my ears. He smiled, stepping closer until the space between us vanished. “Now tell me,” He murmured, his breath brushing against my ear, “where is the Shadow Bride?”

“Your sister’s dumber than at five. Back then, she chased me through the roses, shouting ‘Cae!’ Now she just stares like I’m a ghost.” My brother rolled his eyes. “Shut up! Whose idea was the fake-death ritual? Your overzealous majordomo insists on using half-dead corpses as props! Now everyone thinks you eat hearts!” He jabbed a finger, grinning: “This bastard’s a pureblood vampire— but he only drinks tomato juice mixed with dragon blood! Those six ‘brides’? All political decoys. Sent to convents with dowries!

‘This man here is pretty handsome, but still less compared to me…’ That was just how confident and cocky Alex was. However, the Corpse King’s daughter was actually a corpse. Alex couldn’t imagine how they both would embrace and make out. It was a terrifying thought. He saw the man’s mouth twitching in disgust. The man even seemed to shudder, like shivering after coming out of a bath in cold, bitter winter. His heart couldn’t handle it. The man said, “Don’t say something so foolish; this isn’t your choice to make.” The woman sneered and frowned. “You ate my Spiritual Corpse Bead, so you are, in fact, my husband. And no one in the universe can change this, am I not right?”

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

While she moaned in pleasure, her eyes filled with trust and adoration, I injected a heavy dose of my venom into her veins. It was agonizing for me, seeing her this way, knowing that she could never fight the darkness within her. My heart shattered as fate twisted cruelly. My Bride couldn’t escape her own nature. With tears burning my eyes, I had placed my slumbering Bride in a coffin and buried it deep within the earth, leaving her in an eternal sleep until I could find a way to cure her thirst.

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.