Goblin Bride Novels & Stories

Its empty, glowing crimson eyes locked instantly onto the silver bundle in Selena's trembling arms. Then, the spirit spoke. The sound was like grinding stone and shattering glass—a voice broken and distorted by centuries of confinement in the dark. ***"RETURN... THE DRAGON BRIDE."*** Absolute, suffocating silence slammed down upon the courtyard. Kael blinked, his mouth hanging open as he looked at the floating ghost. "What?" Selena stared in complete, unvarnished shock, pulling baby Luna closer to her heart. "What did that thing just say?" Killian’s jaw tightened to the point of cracking, his golden aura flaring to maximum capacity to shield his family from the spectral chill. "What did it m

Victoria had prepared a video recording of the family's advice and well wishes, to welcome Hailey as the new bride. The large curved projection opened, but instead of the elegant piano music expected, a deafening rock drumbeat filled the air. On the screen, a chaotic dance party unfolded, with the words "All Night Manor" sparkling on the DJ stage. "All Night Manor?" Natalie was shocked. If she wasn't mistaken, this was from the night of Adrian's bachelor party. She had planned to record a video of Adrian, but Oliver had dragged her away. It wasn't a fond memory, and Natalie's face darkened as she avoided looking at Oliver.

Her silver hair shimmered in the early sunlight as she tended to her small garden, the rich scent of earth and the vibrant colors of the flowers offering a brief respite from her thoughts. Elara had always been a part of the village, yet apart from it. An orphan taken in by the collective kindness of Willowbrook's inhabitants, she had grown up learning to be self-reliant. Now, as the chosen bride, she found herself surrounded by the silent support of the villagers. They brought her gifts—small tokens of their appreciation and sympathy—a fresh loaf of bread, a handwoven scarf, a carved wooden charm for protection. Each gesture, though modest, spoke volumes of their respect and gratitude.

"I'm here to help, sir. I intend to prove myself." Garrison smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Good. Because you're not here to sit around and twiddle your thumbs. You're here because we've got a killer who likes to dress women up as brides and leave them dead with a rose on their chest. We're up to six victims now. All young women, all found in various picturesque spots around town. No fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just bodies in wedding dresses and roses." Jane's stomach twisted. She had read about the Bride Killer in the papers, but hearing it described in such stark detail made it feel more real. More horrifying.

He waved his hand as he exited, the door clicking shut behind him. The beast was going to bite me, he was going to claim me. A shiver ran down my spine as the wolf's glowing eyes lingered in my mind, its hot breath still seeming to mist the air EILÍS As I pushed open the door to my chambers I was surprised to see it empty, after I had woken up from my forced slumber, I was told my bride was waiting in my room. I narrowed my eyes at the door leading to my bedroom, could she have run away? Did I terrify her that much? I walked towards the door and pushed it open, my breath hitching at the sight of her sitting on the edge of the bed, head lowered and hands held between her legs.

She left me there, alone with the storm and the silent portraits and the single star that had dared to appear once the eclipse passed. It hung above the manor like a cold white eye, watching. I stared back with my strange, mismatched gaze and made no sound. But something inside me (something small and feral and already wounded) opened its eyes too. And it remembered everything. –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Years later, when the bards sang of the night the Black Serpent’s Bride was born, they would speak of omens: ravens falling dead from the sky, rivers running backward, a wolf seen walking the battlements on two legs.

The day after the engagement was confirmed, I went to where Cassiano lived. The Morandi estate was huge, with beautifully manicured gardens. But Cassiano lived in a villa furthest from the main wing. No one took care of that place; the weeds grew up to my knees. The maid leading the way stopped halfway and refused to go any further. Her face went pale as she pointed at the narrow path ahead. "Ms. Vito, Mr. Cassiano… doesn't like strangers getting close. I can only take you this far."

“Miss Christine sure is delusional. Mr. Vincent is the Godfather of the Medici family. He’s worth billions. In New York, anyone with status treats him with the utmost respect.” “Isn’t he getting married to his fiancée in five days? And she’s saying he’s the love of her life? Does he even know who she is? Every Cinderella dreams of marrying into wealth, but not just anyone off the streets can be the Godfather’s woman.” I walked out of the hospital and, in a daze, got onto the subway. At that moment, my phone vibrated. When I checked it, I saw that Elena had sent several photos in a row. They were wedding photos of her and Vincent, taken in Central Park. The wedding dress she wore was the same

My pride felt like it had been struck by a truck. Goodness. How did I even end up in this situation? I waited until the goblin calmed down. His crying went on for a few minutes and I couldn’t help thinking how ironic it was. Despite his nature as a goblin where they are hailed as a scary creature, he seems too vulnerable and weak. But between us, I really should be the one who’ll be crying here. I cleared my throat when his sobs stopped, “So…you mean to say I am your fated wife, so I am here locked because tomorrow is our wedding?”

Her mind was consumed with the memories that had resurfaced and the overwhelming uncertainty of her own feelings. As they stepped through the grand wooden doors of the church, the soft creaking sound echoed through the empty hall. The guests, who had been left bewildered by Elma's sudden departure, turned their attention to the returning bride. Whispers and concerned glances followed her every move, creating a palpable tension in the air. Elma could feel their eyes on her, but she remained resolute, focused on the task at hand.