Corpse Husband Rings Novels & Stories

"Check the boundary wards for anomalies. Someone carried a human body into our territory — the wards should have flagged it." He turned to Marcus. "Run the Blood Tracing Rite. I want to know who she is." Then he swept out with his team. My husband poured more effort into identifying a stranger's corpse than he had ever spent on me while I was alive. I thought of last month, when I gave him my mother's talisman. It was the only thing I had left of my family. A small bronze disc engraved with protective symbols, worn smooth by decades of use. "My mother said it kept her safe her whole life," I told him, pressing it into his palm. "Now I want it to keep you safe."

He pressed a hidden mechanism, revealing a secret compartment with a ring. The Blood Demon King handed the ring to Andrius. “The intact Aureate Immortal body you want is inside the ring.” Andrius took the ring and instinctively sent his immortal consciousness inside. What he saw shocked him deeply. It was indeed a complete corpse with no defects. However, this corpse also had a background! On its forehead was a distinct flame mark, revealing the identity of the corpse in its life.

I asked softly. He froze for a moment. His eyes flickered away almost immediately, then he put on that same impatient expression again. "Of course, I do. Why would I marry you if I don't? Stop overthinking things. Eunie is just a good friend. We—" Before he could finish, another wave of nausea surged up from my stomach. I turned my head abruptly and retched violently into the trash bin beside the bed. This time, it was worse than anything at the gala. The cardiac monitor at my bedside suddenly blared. Doctors and nurses rushed in immediately.

There was no way the cash I had would get me home. That was when I spotted a jewelry store across the road. I touched the bracelet on my wrist, my emotions twisting together. My mother had given it to me as part of my wedding gift. After a long hesitation, I finally made up my mind. I would sell it just to get through this. The moment I stepped inside, the messages appeared again. [Poor Tina! She still hasn't realized Everett already swapped out that bracelet.] [That damn Everett. Tina, you have to make it back safe and deal with him yourself!]

I inhaled deeply, my mind reeling back to the scene I had witnessed. My funeral. Cold. Unreal. No love.. It was a press conference. A campaigne disguised as a funeral. I recalled the way my husband had walked in with Sia accompanying him. The way they walked too closely. Tears slid down my cheeks, my hands gripping my chest as I tried to stabilise my breathing. I had always seen them. I have seen his gaze linger on her while we talked business. The way he tensed up when her orchid scented perfume filled the air.

"Open up! You have the guts to do bad things but don't have the guts to open the door?! "Look, everyone! This is the animal living in unit 2801! He harassed my daughter who just turned twenty! What a scumbag! "If you won’t come out, I’ll kill myself at your door!" The noise was giving me a headache. I put down the hot towel I was holding and looked at my husband, Chris Gomez, who was lying on the physiotherapy bed and hooked up to a breathing machine. Though he could not speak, his eyes were full of worry. He seemed to have heard the commotion outside and was trying hard to turn his head.

'After its transformation, the creature wasted no time in unleashing its newfound power on Robert. It pounced with lightning speed, catching him off guard and leaving him defenseless against the brutal attack. In just a matter of minutes, my husband was left lying in a pool of blood, his body torn and mangled' Tears streamed down her face as she clutched at her wedding ring, a symbol of the love and commitment that she had shared with her husband. The ring felt small and insignificant in her trembling hand, a stark reminder of the enormity of the loss that she had just experienced.

I'd gathered their bones and remains from the collapsed building after it had been engulfed by the flames Carlo set to it. Even though the last time I'd seen my Amora, she was just two years old, I remember her hair looked as light as Sofia’s but now, the girl before me had long hair as dark as mine. Where Amora’s eyes were sapphire blue, this girl’s were dark. “This ring belonged to my wife,” I forced out even as I felt invisible fingers clawing at the old wounds in my chest region. “I gave it to her on our first anniversary, it can't be your mother’s.” But why couldn't I believe those words myself?

I was tempted to flip him the middle finger and get this annulment done and over it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. "I can pay you!" He snorted, "I doubt any amount of money would make me want to alter my Christmas plans." "A thousand dollars?" I asked slowly. I didn't have that amount, but my bestfriend's parents were rich and she could loan me the money. I hoped. "No," his jaw clenched in annoyance. "Free dog grooming?" Jeanne jumped in. "I don't have a dog. I don't even like animals." Apparently, my husband was also a red flag. And it was time to bring out the big guns.

He slipped his hand into my dress and flicked a nipple between his thumb and index finger before pinching hard and causing me to jerk in pleasure. “Miss Thorne,” he called out suddenly. My reply was a moan as his hands kept massaging my breasts. “Can I put a ring on your finger?” My eyes widened, and I turned to look at him. “A ring on my finger? How?”