Elysian Bride Novels & Stories

She bit on her lower lip and slowly turned to face him, wishing the earth would consume her whole before she embarrassed herself in the presence of Kaelric and his love. “Elira, this is Lysa,” Kaelric said, gesturing to the beautiful woman who sashayed her way towards them, eyeing Elira from head to toe. “Lysa, this is Elira.” Lysa pulled her luscious midnight hair behind her ear. “Ah, so you are the slave girl.” She said sweetly that the insult in her tone could be missed. “I'm Lysa, King Kaelric’s betrothed.”

"Lyannette was the daughter of Selene and Erebus. Even though she wasn't conceived in the right way, she was her mother's favorite daughter cause of her obedience. She was sent to make peace between the werewolves and the lycans. Through her we have the kingdom now and our unity between the lycans and the werewolves. Elias on the other hand was the son of Ares and Aphrodite. After Lyannette finished her mission, her nephew, grandson of Erebus was sent to destroy the works of Selene and also force Lyannette accept her dark side. Elias was sent to help in the war as all creatures turned against werewolves and lycans. As Lyannette and Elia spent time together, they fell in love with each other.

It was simple yet elegant. Another knock on the door and Miss Vicky ventured in. “DYour dress is here, Scarlett” she announced and another two women walked into the room both holding the dress on a hanger and all jaws dropped. It was a blue dress that had diamonds shimmering on it, immediately I couldn't wait to actually wear it. “Isn’t this the dress from hazel?” Maria was truly stunned,“2019 collections, tears of a bride” she further adds, “a lot of people were bidding for this dress, gosh!!”

I didn’t ask to be born after all. “Lord Ares." Gaios greeted with annoyance, barely hidden in his tone. Well, sorry, Gaios, you didn’t get to marry my mother. I doubt you were her soulmate anyways. And judging by how unsatisfied Eumeila looks, you’d been about as good a husband to my mother as my father was. “Lady Hera. Lord Gaios." I bowed politely. “May I present my bride, Lady Ismene-Eirene?” I gestured to Ismene-Eirene as I introduced her.

He looked down at her like one looking at a lump of raw meat, like a hound on the ready to take a chunk out of his prey. She dropped her eyes in a hurry, her face burning with tears as if she was under the unforgiving heat of the sun. With her heart beating faster with every second, she knew she could never hope to match him. Her body was exhausted and the aura she had squeezed out was already a surprise. The lycan was taking in her scent furiously. She bit her lips, and held in the cries, she was standing at the tip of a cliff. Their marriage was made solely for the convenience of both countries though Ehan was preparing to betray the treaty.

With reverence, he began to recite the sacred vows that would bind Gabby and me together in holy matrimony. "Gabriella Gomez, do you take Kyra Wilder to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do," Gabby's voice, filled with emotion, rang out clear and resolute, her eyes locked with mine, a silent promise etched in their depths.

Eleanor realized with a twist of unease that the Heart Chamber had not responded to Alaric. It had responded to her. To Blackwood blood. To the bond. The woman spoke again. “The last bride cried too.” Eleanor’s stomach dropped instantly. “What last bride?” Silence. Then slowly, Alaric closed his eyes. No. No no no. The realization struck before anyone answered. “There was another.” The words came out barely above a whisper. Alaric looked devastated. Father Matthias stared at the floor. Cowards. Both of them. The woman beneath the mountain sighed.

“From this moment on, you are Lady Elinor Avelaine of Valmere… candidate to become the Demon King’s bride.” Silence followed. And within it, the last shadow of the girl who had once been Lyria… died.

I was sobbing uncontrollably, the sound choking in my throat, making it nearly impossible to draw a full breath. Elario stepped closer. “Elena…” I shook my head. The words trembling from my lips: "It’s beautiful," I sobbed, "but it shouldn’t be." “Elena, please,” he said softly. “Don’t cry, tesoro.” “I don’t want to do this,” I whispered, my face in my hands, the words barely audible. I looked up at Elario, “Please don’t make me.” He sighed deeply, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly unsure how to comfort me. “I thought this marriage would help you. But now, seeing you like this…”