Corpse Bride Vows Full Novels & Stories

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER THREE THE WEDDING “A vow made under pressure is still a chain.” --- Rain fell like gunfire on the church roof. The stained-glass windows cast blood-colored light across the pews. Men in suits filled every row—mafia kings, their soldiers, their ghosts. Nobody smiled. This wasn’t a wedding. It was a ceasefire dressed in silk. Emilia stood at the back of the aisle, veil covering half her face, spine straight. Rosa adjusted her train with trembling hands.

His body curled around her like a predator would to it's prey, his fangs finding purchase in the skin at her neck she moaned from his bite, eyes rolling to the back of her head. It was the pleasure before the agony. Hot blinding pain shot through her a loud cry parted her lips her body trembled, instantly going into shock. Her body convulsed under his hold when he continued to drag her blood into his mouth his hands firmly holding her in place. “My lord! You'll kill her!”Zurie cried out from where she stood, watching the whole painful ordeal. Draven's gaze shot towards her direction he hissed continuing on with his onslaught on the poor girl he'd nearly drained to the point of death.

High Priestess Selene finally stepped forward, raising both hands for silence. “The Crimson Vow cannot be broken,” she said firmly. “Not by magic, not by force, and not by the will of any king.” Caelan turned sharply toward her. “There must be a way.” “There isn’t.” “There has to be!” Selene’s expression hardened. “The marriage was witnessed by the Blood Eclipse itself. The ancient covenant has already accepted them. If anyone attempts to sever the bond…” She hesitated, her face growing pale. “…the consequences are unknown.”

I looked up. The priest stared at me for one sad second, before he cleared his throat and began the vows. “Do you accept Dimitri Volkov, as your lawful husband..” My nails dug into my palms, as I clenched my fist. No please, I wouldn't. I will never! “To have and to hold..” My throat constricted. “from this day forward, for better or for worse,” I reached out one hand to steady my pounding heart. “for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

It was all that stood between peace and a bloodbath. "I..." my voice cracked, a tiny, fragile thing in the darkness. I swallowed hard, closing my eyes tight. "I, Bianca Vane... take thee, Arthur Thorne..." Every word felt like a drop of poison in my own veins. I whispered the sacred vows in my cousin’s name, binding my soul to a monster under a false identity.

"I vow to be peaceful when I enter the Sprite lands. I promise that no Sprite will die by my hands. I swear that when I remove the woman, Anya, from the custody of her princes, it'll only be temporary; when she reaches the age of eighteen, I'll let the Sprite Princes come to my kingdom and take back what was destined for them. I make this blood vow, knowing that if I break it, my blood will spill for eternity, leaving me to be the husk of who I once was." As soon as I recite the final word to the vow, our wound starts to heal, and my oath forever binds me. Kade's vow is simpler than mine, and I notice when Delphine only cuts into Kade's palm, not spilling any of her blood. She also speaks th

It had taken me hours to decipher even a few pages, my fingers trembling with each turn as if the ink itself was judging me. But I had finally found something. A way to undo it. The curse. A reverse ritual. A way to sever the Bride’s Bond and escape this nightmare. My blood, willingly given. My body, willingly seated. In the Bride’s Throne. Before midnight of the third night. And tonight… was the third night. I pressed my hand against the page, rereading the phrase over and over: “She who breaks the vow must bleed her truth where the first bride wept.” A chill slithered down my back.

After getting on his seat, the lead vampire lord started to read the vows and the two were repeating each word after him. The two were waiting for the words "You may kiss the bride" to fill the whole room. As they echoed, Kyson was already leaned in kissing her passionately as if there was no tomorrow. He didn't even accomadate the shyness of his bride. All he wanted was to devour this woman.