Elysian Bride Novels & Stories

"Then, what is it?" "The bride inside… The bride is… is… is Eloise."

He swallowed hard, looking like he might be sick, and forced his gaze away as the music swelled for the bride. Lady Elara Valerius walked down the aisle. She was a striking woman, tall, with sharp features and cold grey eyes. She wore an expensive but conservative dress with no lace or frills. She didn’t look at Bryson with love. She looked at him like an investment she intended to manage closely. The ceremony was short, and the vows were standard, recited without emotion. “I, Bryson, take thee…” His voice cracked. He had to clear his throat to finish.

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.

Tyler leaned over the thicker book first, reading the excerpt I had marked with a Post-it note out loud: The Elysian Line Status: Extinct Duration: Indeterminate - 1700s Origins: The precise origins of the Elysian Line remain shrouded in mystery, enveloped in the mists of time. Legend tells of the Moon Goddess bestowing a rare gift upon one of the earliest female werewolves, though the reasons for such divine intervention are subject to considerable debate. Some accounts suggest she served as a channel for the Moon Goddess herself; others posit that she experienced death only to be revived, returning with the remarkable ability to peer beyond the veil of our natural world. Another tale sugge

” His words filled my ears and I cried happily. “Transcending the bounds of mortal kingdoms, I present Elentari and Hephaestus Tirisil, God of the Forge and Goddess of the Night, as husband and wife, now and forever more. You may kiss your bride.” Adalith waved their hands and I felt light as a feather. Gasps flowed from the crowd as his lips touched mine, and the world melted away. We couldn’t see it, but silver strands of power were floating around us, mixed with red strands. My hair was no longer multicolored or white, it was a beautiful red with silver strands.

He bowed his head over my shoulder. “The humans bind her with their sins as a sacrifice. The girl has many names. Iphigenia. Psyche. Eve. It's always the maiden they blame, never the prince or king. Mankind is so eager to martyr their women. As if a spindle prick would damn her.”

She was dressed in a tunic similar to those worn at the temple, so she knew she was someone from Teotroly too. As soon as the woman heard her cries against Sirion, she stirred and immediately cursed when her eyes fell on them. “Sirion, what the -!” “Glad to see you too, Eily. I see your tongue is still as sharp as ever.” Shia gasped. Eily was the Goddess of Childbirth. Why did he bring her here too? Eily looked around her, and when she saw Khailis lying next to her, her eyes widened. “Damn you, this lady is with child! Why did you take her too? What are you planning to do?”

, I frowned. "Don't you want to know who will be your bride now?", He asked to which I raised my brow. "She is the elder daughter of the Vampire's King, Lenora.", I didn't know why but this news didn't give me any happiness. Lenora was strong and powerful, just like the bride I always wished for but still, my mind was on my human bride who lives in a supernatural world but had no supernatural powers. . . . Andrella's POV . . .

Lucianne’s thumb stroked the back of his small hand, and the sensation comforted him. The bridesmaids emerged in a mix of vampires, hybrids, wolves and lycans before Gerella finally came into view. Toby’s eyes shone as he sighed in happiness at the sight of his beautiful bride in the white, lace dress that hugged her figure with a bouquet of gardenias in her hands.

“The bride is here….” Nevan's ears heard those whispers of the people around him, whereas his eyes were already fixed forward to see that specific person, and there she was. His beautiful bride. His beguiling mate. His favourite human. His enchantress. His innocent troublemaker. His Anisia. Standing at the altar, the Lycan Prince watched his bride walking down the aisle, wearing a flowing white gown. Her face was hidden under a veil whereas she was holding a beautiful bouquet of white lilies in her hand as she knew they were his favourite.