Corpse Bride Vows Full Novels & Stories

“Yes… I embrace it. I want it all. The blood. The fucking. The corruption. Forever.” Their bodies moved together in a final, savage rhythm. He bit her breast, drinking as he fucked her. She bit his throat in return. Their blood mingled, and their cum mixed. The orgasm that crashed through them was cataclysmic; Freya’s pussy milking him as he pumped load after load deep inside her, sealing her transformation. The coven cheered, blood and cum still dripping from their bodies. When it was over, Sebastian lifted his bride in his arms. She smiled with blood-stained lips and fangs fully extended, eyes shining with complete, joyous corruption. The shy girl who once hid among books was dead.

Her snow-white hair cascaded freely down her back, crowned with a simple circlet of black roses and silver leaves. She looked every inch the princess consort — strong, graceful, no longer the frightened child who had once crawled from burning ruins. Thorne stopped at the edge of the dais and gave Raven’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You’ve come a long way, little star,” he murmured. Raven smiled at him — bright, grateful — and stepped up to stand beside Victoria. The two brides faced each other under the blood moon. The royal officiant — an ancient vampire priestess in robes of deepest black — began the vows.

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.

More meaningful and heartfelt. Death cannot break their vows, and beings that have sworn their loyalty will always find each other, even in the afterlife. Bree patted the front of her dress before signaling Bran to start the walk down the aisle. Her wedding gown was an ivory-colored ballgown with a sweetheart neckline overlaid with lace that formed the cap sleeves and frothy tulle for the skirt. “I do not have any grand speech prepared, but as I hand my sister’s heart and soul over to your care, I expect she will be cared for and never left wanting in this life,” Brandon said with a serious face that was meant to intimidate his brother-in-law.

the High Elder asked. Lila’s voice was a whisper. “I do.” His gaze moved to me. “And you, Aiden, do you accept this bond?” “I do.” The wind stirred and the ceremonial pit in front of us flared higher. Lila squeezed my hand. “Now,” Elder Merek intoned, “offer the vow of flesh.” I drew the ceremonial dagger from my belt. Lila held out her palm without hesitation. I sliced a thin line across her skin. Her blood welled bright and red, catching the moon’s glow. She took the dagger and did the same to mine.

It was Crimson turn to make a vow, her body started shaking and shivering, she felt more nervous and a very strong bad instincts about it to the extent that her body shaking becomes visible. "Do you Luna Crimson, our great Luna, willingly take Alpha Zaid of Blood Moon pack, as your lawful wedded husband and Alpha, to serve him, provide him, satisfy him, protect him, take care of him and to also be with him in sickness and in health, till death do you apart?" The priest asked. Crimson didn't reply, she felt sweat gathering over her and her eyes started becoming teary. "Do you?" The priest asked again and yet Crimson didn't reply.

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.]

my lovely lady, I, as Vishnu, take this sixth step with you to experience every season of life. Bride's vow: Feeling one with you, with your consent, I will be the means of your enjoyment of all the senses. Through life's seasons, I will cherish you in my heart. I will worship you and seek to complete you. Step 7 Groom's vow: Oh friends!, allow us to cover the seventh step together, this promise, our Saptapad-friendship. Please be my constant wife. Bride's vow: Yes, today, I gained you, I secured the highest kind of friendship with you. I will remember the vows we just took and adore you forever sincerely with all my heart.

The priest remains still for a moment, then nods wordlessly. I step forward. The ceremonial blade is placed in my hand. I raise it slowly, pressing the tip to my palm and dragging it across. Blood rises in a crimson line. Warm. Sacred. I lift my bleeding hand between us, our eyes locked. “I, Eleanor Astrid Clawford, offer my blood to my mate. I vow to walk beside you under every moon, To bear my teeth when you are weak, To fight beside you when the world turns dark. My soul calls to yours—