Corpse Husband Rings Novels & Stories

"Julian, that’s me. That’s how I looked when... when you..." "I know!" Julian roared, his voice thick with an agony that surpassed my own. "Do you think I don't see that image every time I close my eyes? Every night I am haunted by what I’ve done!" The corpse of Life Nine tilted its head. A sound emerged from its throat—not a voice, but the wet, clicking sound of bone grinding on bone. "Husband," the creature clicked. The sound seemed to come from the shadows in the corner of the room rather than the body’s mouth. "Why do you keep her? She is a broken vessel. Let us finish the cycle. Let the Tenth join the Nine."

Something absurd. Something terrifying. The silver glow beyond the Gate— Matched the color of her husband's eyes. Emma froze. "No." The memory remained. Unchanging. The same silver. The same impossible shade. The same light now leaking from the opening Gate. Her heart began racing. The being noticed immediately. Its expression changed. "Emma." Her voice trembled. "No..." The memory expanded. Dozens of moments from her marriage. Conversations. Arguments. Smiles. Silences. Tiny details she had overlooked for years.

His gaze bored into hers—a dark, unyielding, possessive storm—split lip curled faintly, jaw bruise blooming purple under stubble. "You're my wife," he growled low, his voice a sharp blade cutting through silence, leaving no room for rebuttal. "Contract, forced by Grandfather, whatever this marriage is—it changes nothing. Until that ring comes off, I have full right to you." His hand shifted from her neck to seize hers in a vise grip, yanking it up between their faces—the diamond wedding band gleaming mockingly on her finger, a symbol of their tangled fates. "No one touches what's mine. Not Carman. No one touches Howard Carter's wife."

Cassius took mine in his hands, and I took his in mine, my fingers slightly trembling but steady enough. Cassius was the first to slide the ring onto my finger, and it fit perfectly. It was a soft coralish, copperish diamond that shimmered in two tones, with small diamonds studded along the band. It wasn't too thick, it wasn't too thin. It just fit my hand perfectly, and it looked beautiful on me. I then slid a similar blackish diamond band onto his finger. I remembered Cassius liked black. He always liked black rings. I had gotten him one from a thrift store when we were together back then. But seeing him wear this now — seeing him wear it as my husband — made everything feel more real. "No

Samuel said softly. The old village chief nodded, "Exactly." "She knows how to use silent protest as the strongest defense. This girl is indeed extraordinary." Samuel said softly, "However, what’s more smarter is to hide someone in the coffin, right?" "I knew it. How could there be someone who likes to hold a funeral when wedding? It turns out that it was a clever game." Samuel finally understood. He also knew what a so-called substitute was. They married the corpse to show it to Great Immortal Yellow Sand. No matter how terrifying it was when the corpse was riding on the coffin, it was for the Great Immortal Yellow Sand to see.

I chuckled coldly and replied, "Even if I have lost my mind, I was driven to it by you two adulterers. Anna, are you so eager to have me thrown out because you're feeling guilty?" Hearing this, she just stared at me for a long moment before suddenly letting out a light laugh. Then, she took the microphone from the emcee and spoke loudly to the audience below the stage. "I'm sorry, everyone, this is my husband. He has developed a severe case of delusional disorder due to the thesis plagiarism incident. Mr. Tanner is aware of his condition, which is why he was suspended and sent home to rest." Mr. Tanner immediately chimed in, "That's right. I've seen Mr. Huffman's medical records. It's clear

I was alone at home. My wife, Queenie Sullivan, had said she had to attend a business function. It was already very late into the night, yet she still hadn't returned. Clutching my stomach, I fought through the pain as I dragged myself to prepare some ginger tea for her. Queenie returned home drunk. She looked upset, as if something were weighing heavily on her. I offered her the ginger tea, but for some reason, she reacted with sudden irritation. She slapped my hand away, sending the cup of ginger tea crashing to the floor. Then, with a cold expression, she kicked me right in the stomach.

Alessandro slipped the deformed ring onto his little finger and looked again at the charred corpse. Where the body's fingers were curled, a glint of light stung his eyes. He crouched down, ignoring the filth, and clawed through the burned flesh to dig out the ring. It was the iris wedding ring he had given her. It was blackened and severely warped by the fire, a deep crack running through its band. It was the promise he had made to protect her forever on the day he proposed. Now, it was on the hand of his dead, traitorous wife.

Marcus had told her that the ring did not worth much the previous night. Karine had brought a jewelry expert here for nothing else but to determine that it was defective so that she would be humiliated, right? “Ms. Cordelia.” Oliver suddenly spoke. “Where did you get this ring from?” Cordelia was confused when she saw his serious and shocked expression. “My husband gave it to me. It’s my wedding ring. Is there a problem?” Oliver’s eyes widened. “May I know what your husband’s name is?” Cordelia frowned, finding the question that came out of nowhere strange. Nevertheless, she remained courteous as she replied softly, “Grist.”

Mandy returned and was flabbergasted. I didn't give her a second to think. "Dr. Spears, my in-laws seem to be unwell. Could you please take them for a check-up while I get my husband to the funeral home?" I had just taken Dylan's death certificate from Tiffany's hands. With this, there was nothing that could stop me from burning him alive. Mandy turned pale. "I'm more familiar with the funeral home's procedures, maybe I should—"