Ghost Bride Novels & Stories

This didn’t happen in my past life. I felt the familiar, bitter venom of my past life rising in my throat. In that life, no one had fought for me. No one had even looked at me unless they needed a blood sample or a signature. I had been a ghost long before I died on that table. Even if I hadn't accepted his offer back then, I couldn't understand this—this intensity, this desperation to keep me close.

"Excuse me?" "The wedding," he repeated, louder now. "Five years ago. The one you ran from. My cousin... he was a caterer. He said it was... epic." He laughed. A cruel, jagged sound. "He said you ran out in your dress because you caught the groom with the maid of honor. Is that true? Is that why you're the 'Ghost'?" The silence in the room was absolute. People were staring. The editors. The buyers. The sharks.

Dolores felt exceptionally exhausted because of the enormous information roaming in her brain, the clash with the ghost, the book in the white room, made her fall into a deep slumber. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, When the female ghost wandered into Sadie's room, she saw that Sadie fell asleep leaning on Marcel's shoulder. Looking at the scene, the ghost was reminded of her time with her master, yes, she was a maid of the Laurent family called Gwen who fell in love with her master Andrew Laurent.

The groom, rumored to be too weak to attend the wedding, went out, wandering? He must be purposely ignoring her! "Uncle Liam, when Oliver comes back, can you please let me know?" Natalie asked. She didn't lose her temper. Mr. Liam's eyes flashed with appreciation, and he replied calmly, "Of course." However, Natalie woke up the next day without seeing her newlywed husband. The groom didn't attend the wedding, and on the wedding night, the bride was left alone in an empty room, the guest room. No wonder Hailey went to great lengths to have her replaced.

The Brides of Blackwell. He flipped rapidly through the pages, muttering, until— “There,” he pointed. “Page 74. The Soulgown Ritual.” It was an old curse. Brides who died tragically on their wedding day, binding their souls to their dresses. If the gown is worn by a descendant or linked soul, the spirit would begin transferring—possessing—the wearer. “She’s not haunting the dress,” I whispered. “She is the dress.” “And she’s trying to live again—through you.”

The bride moved like silk in current. One moment she stood on the dock. The next her red sleeve wrapped around my throat, cold as drowning. "Hungry little temple," she crooned. "All doors, no depth." Ava swung. The crowbar tore through the bride's veil, revealing not Aunt Lan but a skull packed with pearls. The pearls opened tiny eyes. [Grudge source: stolen wedding offerings.] Madam Qiao had said paper goods mattered. So did offerings.

“Hurry, Father. You must help Ian!” Adam steeled his nerves, took a deep breath, and forced his legs to take him across the hot, charred ground as fast as he could. He had to weave around a few spirits who were so opaque and dense that they could have easily passed as real people. He debated whether they were even aware of him as they moved aimlessly about in a zombie like manner.

“ What’s with the drama? We are here as wedding guests “ Madam Katie said walking in from behind. “ This is an invitation card to the wedding, isn’t it? I might as well just take a seat, Sorry for the dramatic entry “ I smirked and sat at the front of the wedding with martins by my side meanwhile the guest started to move away, Claire was staring at me like she had a stroke. “ It is you, “Martins's father said. “ Yes father she is alive “ Martins replied. “ Ghost…That’s a ghost “ Alex, Her brother made a false alarm. “ Shut up Alex! You and I know I’m not a ghost, Why are you so shocked? You knew I wasn’t the one in that coffin “ I fired back and he immediately kept calm. “ Dad! Oh sorry, I

"And there be food after for ye and yer friends." I start shaking, sinking down onto the silk runner. "I-I don't know what to say." "Well, Ben is making a muck of things." Jacques pulls out a box from his vest and holds it out to me. The other two ghosts follow suit. They open the boxes at the same time. Inside are three white-gold bands with little chips of purple. "Will ye marry us, lass?" Kiarr holds the ring in one hand and unsheathes his sword, laying it at my feet. "It's customary for my kind to give his bride his ancestral sword."

Even the red robes they were wearing turned into clear blue funeral clothes. "Take them!" the old woman commanded coldly. There was a loud noise as Unus rushed forward before the wedding procession could run toward them. His body was formed from dragon energy, so he was also very dangerous to the ghosts. They had only just collided when several ghosts in clear blue funeral clothes disintegrated. They turned into plumes of demonic fire and disappeared into the air. Sebastian held his sword and charged into the crowd. There was a faint blue glow of sword energy, and he left howls and wails in his wake wherever he went. In a very short time, the entire wedding procession had been destroyed.