Corpse Bride Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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."

“ But here you are, weak and fucking pathetic…” He laughed even more, pressing the cold barrel against my forehead, the flames growing higher and higher. “ Poor Daphne…” he muttered, I gritted my teeth, my finger moving to the dagger. “ Her beloved fiancé got murdered on her wedding day and now…her husband died in a fire,”

Then came the worst part. Something clamped down on the bride’s face. Arah could hear jaws grinding with a guttural squelch. Her stomach twisted as jagged indentations tore into flesh. Bones crunched beneath unseen teeth. The bride’s agonized scream merged with the wet, sloppy sounds of skin ripping. Blood sprayed, spattering the ground and toppled chairs as the bride’s flesh vanished in mangled chunks. Around Arah, people screamed, pressing back against the shrub walls. They clutched each other in horror, not even minding the presence of the other vampire brides.

They shared the same cheekbones, mouth, and eyes—only hers were hollowed out by ash and grief. The First Bride smiled at her as she spoke. “So beautiful. You possess the same fire I once had. The council made a wise choice.” Camela stumbled backward. “Stay away from me!” she yelled. The corrupted bride tilted her head slightly as her veil slid over her ruined cheek. Her voice was sweet but low—dangerously soft. “Why should I? We are not so different. You can feel it, can’t you? My thorns binding your wrists, my voice coursing through your veins.”

As her nails bite into the unyielding flesh of my thighs, I fuck her some more, thrusting deep into her throat and holding her head as I explode, forcing jets of undead cum over her avaricious tongue and into her belly. Coughing and gagging when I release her, her eyes flashing, she bites out, “I didn’t say you could do that!” then whimpers when I knot a fist in her hair, my face in hers as I sneer, “Be thankful it wasn’t worse.” I don’t bother waiting for her mewling retort. I port to Candlewood, an immovable hilltop sentinel until the wee hours when the lord of the forest makes his way along the quiet snowy streets to my fae bride-to-be.

Riko asked. “Yeah, the crotch-throat grab. I mean, there are worse ways to go than between Scarlet Johnansan’s thighs.” Forrest shrugged. Riko furrowed his brow as I reached around her and smacked him in the head. “What? I said there are worse. My optimal death scene is eating Riko out.” Forrest smirked, winking at her. Riko huffed, rolling her eyes. “Right cause I want the trauma and therapy bills for having my boyfriend die eating me out.” she whispered, blushing, trying to hide her face as some other people waiting were giving us weird looks.

One week ago, I was still Wales Price's paralyzed fiancée. I had been convinced that Wales' love for me was true until I regained my hearing. I refused to marry a liar, so I looked up a service to fake my death. I would use a fake corpse of myself to participate in our wedding. Before I left, I behaved as I usually did and acquiesced with Wales' plans to throw me a birthday party. Wales wheeled me to the table and played the role of a caring lover, serving me food and peeling the shells off the prawns for me.

I met Adrian's gaze without a trace of fear. "You're right. If you don't bring Mrs. Quirrel over, I'll kill myself right here. I'll turn your wedding into a funeral." Adrian's face darkened, and his hand shot out to clamp around my throat. "How dare you!" I stared at him fearlessly, with open contempt. In my past life, my fear of him and my desperate need for his approval led to that terrible end. But now, I am no longer afraid. What was the worst Adrian could do? Kill me?

The pack, once firmly in Alyssa’s corner, began to murmur, their voices filled with awe and uncertainty. The Alpha rose to his feet, his voice shaking with disbelief. "This... this can't be." Suddenly, Seraphine's body began to shift. Bones cracked, muscles stretched, but there was no pain. Only power. Her transformation was seamless, effortless, as if she was born for this moment. Her wolf form emerged—massive, majestic, and bathed in the moon's light. Her fur glowed with a deep, ethereal silver, and at the center of her forehead was a crescent moon, glowing softly.

I frowned and said, "You're overthinking it. I'm here to get married as well, so step aside—I'm going in!" Winnie gathered up her wedding gown and marched over to me, unable to hide the sheer jealousy and hatred in her eyes. "Why have you always been taking things from me since childhood, Hannah? I can let you have the wedding gown, but I will never let you have Mason!" That single sentence caused a collective gasp to echo through the crowd. "What's going on here? Did the eldest daughter of the Lowe family actually steal the wedding gown, and now she's going after the groom as well?"