Corpse Bride Man Novels & Stories

The only daughter of the richest man in the New World Formation lived her days like she was in a dream, while she spent her nights with nightmares of blood and gore. "Ahhhhh! Husband!" The shrill cry was a knife, sharp and filled with deep anguish that pierced her heart. Against her better judgment, Qing Yue's eyes unwittingly flew in the direction of the cry and her breath caught. In a sea of corpses, a woman sat on her knees clutching a lifeless corpse to her chest. The dead man's skin was blue, evidence of poison. But what caused Qing Yue's breath to catch was his horrific state. From the man's seven orifices, a swarm of maggots and slimy worms crawled out, eating and gnawing on his flesh

"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 grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

She forced a smile and enter the door. "Code R. A. Are you listening?" The man was brought back to his senses; he stared at the bride for too long and not noticing that the bride was already inside. He put on his bonnet after changing his clothes. He cocked his gun. "Let's move," he ordered. Men with bonnets started to move like a sneaking ninjas. They are going to kidnap the bride. ~~ The bride is slowly walking down the aisle together with his father who definitely she took upon her beauty. She looked at crowd wearing their smile and teary eyes; shouting for congratulations as she, as a Scott is now turning into Armenez.

Yet the bride stood at the end of the aisle, trembling, beautiful—doomed. Lenora stood frozen in the shadows of the vestibule, unable to move, yet unable to look away. She recognized the girl. Her name was Margaret Blackwell—barely older than Lenora had been. A kind soul. A soft voice. The last of her line. And tonight, she was the first bride of the curse. The man waiting for her wasn’t her beloved. It was Elias Thorne—a man long thought dead, whose portrait was removed from the manor generations ago. A man with eyes like coals and a smile carved from bone.

said one of them, surprised and feeling deceived by the seemingly harmless tomb. "Calm down, look! The tomb is starting to move, we can get it without being disturbed. Don't complain, let's get to work!" The coffin bearer walked towards the coffin in the room. And when he arrived, he saw a corpse wrapped in white cloth holding a large sword on its chest. It was clear that this person was no ordinary man, and when they saw the corpse, their eyes immediately lit up with excitement. Taking out a bead, the man carrying the coffin carefully inserted it into the corpse's mouth.

Theodora Althea Corazon, a woman buried six feet below the ground and now the living corpse bride of a man, The Mafioso's Corpse Bride.

It was covered in thick fog, it was surrounded with a sulfur-like smell that was mixed in blood and it was deadly silent, the forests sounds muted. The man, being his first time raising the dead, expected a gruesome event to occur next like a hand pushing up from the soil and a head popping out thereafter but none of that happened. A concentration of fog appeared on top of the tombstone. It twisted and whirled round and round until a body materialized. "This is a surprising... development," said the woman with a certain echoing voice. She cocked her head up and gazed at the man before her, cracking up a grin when she felt a familiar dark aura around him.

A better way to make the man more miserable. __ The mysterious man re-appeared again close to Juno and immediately placed his face close to Juno's own and then as if he was sucking in the air, began to suck in whatever Rumi must have done to his bride. Straightening his upper body up, he exhales loudly. "This has to stop. She won't hurt you anymore," he said to the empty room and disappeared. __

"I thought you would never ask, dragon." I'm unconcerned they will have time to ponder our words. None will leave this place alive. My warrior bride charges first. I have about two seconds to admire her ability before dispatching the man stupid enough to grab his cock instead of his sword. My bride's first strike is true. I give no consequence to the blood that sprays me from her attack. Two men come at me with swords above their heads. Their mistake. Two heads roll to the ground. One man left. I watch as my bride dodges his blade, spins, and strikes beneath his raised arm nearly cleaving him in two.