Ghost Bride Novels & Stories

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.

Shade found her voice quiet familiar. He slowly lifted the veil only to gasp and step back as if he has seen a ghost. He even scared the bride “what the hell! You scared me” Grace said looking pissed

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Whenever an Angel Of Death was decommissioned,another took its place,and Gabrielle had the misfortune to become one on her wedding day,five years ago. Before her maid of honor could make her drunken toast,the blushing bride had keeled over and died in her bridegroom’s arms.Rachel had been at the wedding,being a friend of the bride’s from highschool,and saw Gabrielle’s spirit disappear into a vortex,only to re-emerge in her new form,minutes later. The adjustment was tenuous,to say the least.For weeks afterwards,Gabrielle would appear to her at every ungodly hour of the day and night,begging her friend to cross her over,to no avail.It was her destiny,and had to be played out.

Gideon lets out a barking laugh but doesn’t say anything about the bed or the collection of whips and things on the floor. Ghost is standing right outside of the bedroom door; he’s so close that Gideon almost slams into him, but Ghost seems completely unbothered. He’s got a massive smile on his face and he’s holding out a velvet blue box while looking directly at me. “Glow worms shouldn’t be this happy.” I mutter, which only makes Ghost smile more and Gideon laugh a little as he steps to the side. I watch in horror as Ghost drops to one knee, holds up the little velvet box and bows his head so low I can see the back of his pale neck.

"A ghost baby?" Vera and Brandon traded glances with each other. This was their first time hearing of such a thing. "Cassian, what exactly is a ghost baby?" Brandon asked curiously. Cassian answered, "There are three types of ghost babies in this world. The first ghost baby is formed because its mother has gone through an abortion or a miscarriage. Since the fetus is either undeveloped or has newly developed, its spirit isn't accepted by the afterlife. Because of that, the fetus's spirit continues to linger in this world, so it eventually transforms into a ghost and sticks to its mother's side.

I asked her. "No, but I her say it's not possible. She's the one who closed it and told the werewolves about the prophecy. I don't trust her so I told her I didn't see you here. She might give some cursed items to your husband and the grim reaper." She told me while looking like she's enjoying gossip. "Is there a way to get here even without the portal?" I asked her. "Of course not! If there is, the other ghosts should have been here by now. The psychic tricked your husband!" The ghost bride said.

The Ghostly Betrothal Vigil was the final rite before the deepest solstice nights — held in the moonlit Ghost Hall where the manor’s ancient spirits manifested most clearly. Ethereal figures of long-dead lords, ladies, and the Bound Spirits drifted through the vaulted chamber, their translucent forms replaying fragments of their own tragic love stories and broken pacts. It was here that powerful Alphas traditionally made formal offers of marriage or alliance, the ghosts acting as silent witnesses and judges.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

“I was the first turned by the original vampire and considered his son. Because of this, they called me prince, and the name stuck, but it is mostly because I am the oldest surviving vampire, and they know they can’t defeat me, so they treat me like royalty.” “Confident, aren’t you?” I mumbled. “I caught you off guard, did I not?” he accused. “If you had a bride, how can you claim that I am yours?” I pointed out, ignoring his comment. “When one bride dies, another eventually shows up to take their place.” He shared bored. “They always seem to have similarities to one another, yet different. Each time they come back stronger and more stubborn. You beat them all.” He chuckled. “Why would you n