Elysian Bride Novels & Stories

No infact what does this have to do with me He dropped his gaze to me and tilted his head. “What?” “I said what bet?!” Draco mumbled an “Oh,” and his lips spread into a very excited grin. “Well, since the ISG failed to secure the omega with rare eyes, we made a bet to find you first and make you our bride or the heart of the syndicate.” He pushed his fingers into his hair, brushing back the strands falling over his forehead, revealing his blue eyes that still captivate me every time I get a good look at them.

Damian’s instincts told him that Ilsa would focus on helping Adrian overthrow Clarisse. ** Damian took Enola to Elysian to take her mind off things. Elysian stood majestically, with contemporary architecture that blended Cassel aesthetics: black glass, white marble, and warm golden lighting. The newly recruited employees bowed respectfully. Enola smiled gently at them, showing the grace of a Spark heiress born to lead, even though she was wounded. “See?” Damian hugged her waist from behind. “This is all... one of the foundations of our future.”

I said, and Elisa smiled. “You are fighting until the end,” she cupped my cheek. “I promise you I would,” I smiled, and she nodded. “I trust you,” she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, staring back at me were the yellow/golden eyes signature of a Royal Lycan. “Hey, there,” I smiled, and she looked at me with a wary expression. "What's your name, Love?” I cooed, and she took a deep breath; her eyes glowed,

Wolves and Lycans could barely share a border without bloodshed, yet here I was, binding myself to one of theirs. “For politics,” Mother had said. “For power.” And power, I liked. The grand oak doors groaned open, and silence fell over the gathered nobles. The bride appeared… My bride. She was draped in ivory, her face veiled. My jaw tightened. The spoiled daughter of the Beta known as a spoilt brat. Everyone’s eyes turned to her, but mine locked instantly as her scent hit me first.

Three times his staff struck. “The royal parents, Caeron and Lysaria… and their guest: Lady Elyan de Vorast.” Aedan’s parents entered, dignified, proud. Lysaria, a cold beauty, with silver-blonde hair and sharp eyes. Caeron, the former king, moved with soldierly bearing. I gripped Aedan’s hand, but did not retreat. I stood straight, for my strength now was not from rank—but from myself. Then Lady Elyan entered. Graceful, measured steps, in emerald silk that deliberately shone in contrast to my gown’s simplicity. She stopped before Aedan, smiled. Not broadly. Just enough to remind him who she was.

Because how then would I find Reine and possibly Cassandra, who are waiting for me, for my help. "By the power of the moon and in the presence of the Luna Goddess, I, Lucian Ashborne, accept you Elias Zephyr," I returned gaze to him, fixing him a hard look. He might think he's won, but I'm going to make sure it is the exact opposite, "as my mate." He stood and came closer, hands going to the back of my head and cupping it in a soft caress. "I, Elias Zephyr, King of the Lycans with the moon as a witness, accept you, Lucian Ashborne, as my mate."

He is manly, with a warrior god physique. She was before a damsel in distress and she had been her hero. She had become what she is now, gentle and dangerous, water in a real sense, because of what he had done to her. But more than that, his desperate love for his beloved is what thrilled her most. His bride is a very lucky girl, whoever among them is she. Meanwhile in Oxidore " Your mother didn't send you here just to lose! Every creature of the night know that Rhysher the Lycan is searching for a bride to marry! That should be you!" Balthar was yelling at his daughter.

Was it? " Why are you behaving like a lovestruck fool Lai?the moon goddess would never make a human your mate so you better get your act together or leave Mica to us" she snapped equally angry, why were these two brothers behaving like fools when it came to that Mica girl? What makes her so special?. " Vampire venom really Meredith? you said you were not going to hurt her but you actually killed her".

I lifted my head again, still smiling faintly and that was when my mind drifted toward the bride, Elysia, my best friend. I snorted softly. “Bitch finally got married,” I whispered under my breath. The word wasn’t even hateful, just brutally honest. Elysia had slept with half the wealthy men in three different cities before finally deciding to settle down. The woman had a reputation so wild it could fill a damn book. She’d always joked she’d die single with a champagne glass in one hand and a billionaire in the other. Yet here she was in a wedding dress. Life was funny as hell.

They prayed to Helios to let the brides in until Solas’s anger calms down and Helios agreed because of his own growing fear. Every decade since then, Helios allowed the cave to open, and a bride was sent to Solas, hoping to placate him and protect the village from his fury. Each bride was a sacrifice, a desperate attempt to stave off destruction. But Solas, consumed by anger and bitterness, never touched a single woman sent by the villagers. Instead, he killed each bride and threw their bodies out of the cave, a grim testament to his unyielding rage and refusal to accept his banishment.