Diabolik Lovers: Haunted Dark Bridal Novels & Stories

And I know it. The De Lucas parade their son’s engagement like a trophy, their arrogance spreading like wildfire. If there’s a corner of the earth untouched by their boasting, I’d be shocked. And the lovely Serena Castelli, the radiant bride-to-be? She has no idea of the monster she’s promised herself to. Not a clue.

"Both of ours, apparently, which should be impossible. But then, you're carrying the Reality Breaker. Impossible is becoming commonplace." Dimitri's eyes were pure wolf now, the blood pact and jealousy mixing into something dangerous. "I'll kill you before I let you claim her." "You'll try." Kieran's dark light flared. "But we both know you're fighting a blood compulsion to kill her. How long before that pact wins?" Through the damaged roof, I saw more Shadow Hunters gathering. From the forest, pack warriors emerged. Two armies, ready to clash over mate bonds and loyalty.

"After everything we've endured—the assassination attempts, the silver-laced traps, Hang's brutal murder that still haunts my nightmares with the scent of burning fur and flesh. I let him touch her. I told him to do whatever it took to extract the truth from that viper Lisa. 'Use her weaknesses,' I said, like a fool blinded by loyalty. But that... that wasn't strategy. That wasn't a calculated ploy. I felt it through the bond—his lust, thick and choking, wrapping around me like smoke from a funeral pyre. He wanted her, Damian. He craved her more than he wanted to shield me from the agony of witnessing it. The bond doesn't lie; it broadcasts every filthy desire, every hidden hunger." Heavy fo

“The legendary lycan Alpha, Kennis Blackwell, is coming to our territory. He’s seeking a young woman between the ages of 20 and 24 to become his Luna.” Gasps rippled through the crowd, and I felt the flicker of dread take root in my chest. Kennis Blackwell, his name alone, stirred dark thoughts and fear in every soul present. An ancient beast who had survived centuries, he was infamous for his ruthless nature and refusal to take another mate after losing his. Why, then, was he interested in a Luna now?

And now they had left to do their part with a single slaughter butterfly attached to them for their communication with her and Damon. It was high time for her to do her part of the job and it would start in the arena. The arena where the Diablo Festival would be held tomorrow was the place where she chose to ‘kill’ her lover. She only hoped that she could pull this through. The Diablo Festival was held at Rancid City, the capital city of the Nether World, in honor to the very first demon monarch long before the seven demon lords existed – Diablo. The Diablo Festival was two things like what Damon told her – gore and bloodbath. The two things that were like vices to the demon folks – death, d

Damian walks out of his room to meet stephan waiting for him, stephan greeted him and they both walk out of the blue lake castle, Damian walked to his car a black Lykan hypersport, he entered the driver sit while stephan followed in the passangers sit and hey drove off screching. stephan hot to the boundry of his clan and both him and stephan came down from the car, they met some of their guards holding some rough they caught trying to penetrate the clan, damian walked up to them and gestured for them to bring one of the rogue to him, and two guards did it immediatly " who sent you and why are you here" damian asked the rogue looked at him and replied " we are here for the full moon mating

'Trying to forgive Illarion for what he did to me before, maybe that's the only wise choice,' Amanda thought to herself as she tightened her grip on the man's shoulder who was carrying her. 'Trying to pretend to love Illarion Black until this hatred fades with time and I can love him again, like when I was named Amanda White Broke.' Weeks passed as if nothing had ever happened in the underground chamber of the black palace. And now, the day of the wedding of the number one couple in the Black Continent has finally arrived. All regions under the Anarka Empire seemed to celebrate the wedding festively, even in the remote and isolated areas. The most anticipated couple in the black continent wa

KIARA "What do you mean by brides?" I asked, clutching at the fabric of my loose night dress. Estella shrugged, flipping her hair over her left shoulder. "It's just as I said. Denzel has made it his habit to murder his brides on the night before their wedding. Terrible, isn't it?" She said, chuckling darkly. "Tell me more," I choked out, tears blurring my vision. "Not yet. Once I'm sure that you're on my side, I'll tell you. For now, I'll leave."

I’m a raging mess of emotions but he seems pretty unaffected by all of this. He’s Playing his part perfectly. We’re wheeled to the center of the floor, and the musicians begin a slow, haunting melody. We dance. To everyone watching, it probably looks romantic. Touching. The devoted wife supporting her injured husband through a difficult dance. But his hand on my waist grips too tight, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise. My hand on his shoulder digs in with my nails, creating tiny crescents through the fabric. “Who was Lyanna?” I whisper as we turn.

“Left behind when your kind fled these halls. It binds fate. And blood.” Elias stepped forward, growling. “You’re the Revenant.” The creature turned to him. “I am what was made from betrayal. Born of forgotten gods and the howl of wolves who drank too deeply from the well of power.” Kate tightened her grip on her blade. “You used Layla.” “She offered herself. I merely showed her what she already wanted — justice, purpose, legacy. She seeks rebirth. I… bring it.” Suddenly, Maren cried out. She staggered back, clutching her chest.