Corpse Bride Hands Novels & Stories

The thought immediately brought another wave of nausea. The library at Blank Manor was full of the seven Elders of the Fell Pack—old men in suits with wrinkled hands and pocket watches tucked neatly into their waistcoats. They looked like relics from another century. I tried to keep my eyes on them, tried to appear like the Alpha they expected, but with the worst hangover of my life clawing through my skull, it was a losing battle.

The blood came quickly, and he held his hand palm-up over the altar while the priestess spoke the words of exchange. His bride held out her hand. It was shaking slightly. He noticed it the way he noticed everything—catalogued it, set it aside. The priestess bound their hands together. Palm to palm, the cut surfaces pressed together, blood mixing. The agony was immediate. Not the pain of the cut. Not the pressure of the cloth. Something that seemed to start in the place where his wolf lived and radiate outward through every layer of him, bone and blood and whatever nameless thing existed beneath both. The wolf surged upward with a force that stripped his awareness down to a single point of se

the priest says. With the knife in my hand. I slice my bride's hand in such a way that it won't hurt or experience any pain. I feel the sparks when I hold her hand, and I'm sure she can feel them too. Once our blood mixed together, a slight bubble appeared around the bowl, locking our bloodline together.

The bride moved like silk in current. One moment she stood on the dock. The next her red sleeve wrapped around my throat, cold as drowning. "Hungry little temple," she crooned. "All doors, no depth." Ava swung. The crowbar tore through the bride's veil, revealing not Aunt Lan but a skull packed with pearls. The pearls opened tiny eyes. [Grudge source: stolen wedding offerings.] Madam Qiao had said paper goods mattered. So did offerings.

Looking back at Emily and the brunette she then said, “Now repeat that with your left hands. When you clasp them, they should be on top of your right hands. As soon as you clasp your hands, the powers should transfer so brace yourself just in case.” With a nod Emily looked at the brunette in front of her. “Are you ready,” she asked with a slightly nervous smile. “Yes,” the brunette nodded and reached out her left hand. Emily reached out and grasped the brunette’s left hand just above her wrist and the brunette grasped just above her wrist in return. The moment that the brunette’s hand grasped just above Emily’s wrist, there was a loud roaring in her ears and Emily felt like a part of her sou

the priest asks me, looking somewhat annoyed. "Jessa," I reply, not caring if the old man had to ask me my name a thousand times before I tuned back into this preposterous wedding ceremony. "Jessa, please give me your left hand," the priest asks. I give it to him in which he turns the palm up and quickly slices my hand with a knife I didn't see. "Owww!" I whine, seeing the blood from the wound rising to the surface. The priest then requests the hand of Prince Braxius and performs the same action.

Six carats was simply because Mabel liked that number for good luck, Lana sure knew how to flatter herself. Just as I was about to explain, a gentle female voice came from the back of the wedding car. "Cruz, is something wrong?" I immediately opened the back door, took the hand of Mabel, who was wearing a wedding dress. I smiled. "Nothing, I just ran into a lunatic. Come on, Darling. It's almost time. Everyone's waiting for us inside!"

Every few minutes, he would pause to surface briefly, taking in air and reconfirming his direction. At one point, Adrian found a corpse blocking his way. He pushed it aside, but the corpse's hand suddenly moved and clamped onto his wrist. Adrian yanked his hand back, but the corpse continued to grab at him. He could not see through the murky water, but he could sense the corpse's hands grabbing at him. Rather than panicking, Adrian grabbed the corpse's head with one hand and summoned Dragonbane in the other. As he chopped off the head, black blood diffused into the water, and he felt something small and worm-like whiz by him.

She furrowed her brows curiously. “Our wedding.. we sliced our palms and bound our hands. Both of our blood is on the binding cord.” I said, walking to my bookshelves and grabbing a case off the top. Upon opening it I saw many small trinkets that I’ve collected through the years, but on top lay the most recent addition. The binding cord. Just as I said, covered in both our blood. “Yes, that should work perfectly.” She reached out, and I hesitantly handed her the cord.