Goblin Bride Novels & Stories

"A little too young I see. But I don't think the goblins will mind." "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME TOU SICK BASTARD," Luna yells at him. "I'm not going to do anything. You see, goblins don't have any females in their ranks. They procreate by breeding with other females of different species, and like I said before I lost a lot of good soldiers today and I need to grow my army. You might not be able to produce any children yet, but I doubt that they won't try to have their way with you. For now, we will just keep you alive until you can. The other women here have been producing young goblins for us for a while now."

"Aya's gone. The point is moot." Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. "Why do you keep them? As far as I can tell, you ignore them." "And you're supposed to ignore my personal life, remember?" "How can I when you are so miserable?" Malcolm took a deep breath. One of the ice sculptures was in place. good lord, it was the most hideous goblin he'd ever seen. "A coven master must have a dozen brides. It's an ancient tradition. The dozen brides is a symbol of his power and prestige."

The goblin toddler looked at his eyes and told in a stern voice, "You don't belong here. Go away." The moment the goblin kid spoke, Azalias felt an enormous force struck his body. He flew away through the red door and crashed into the corridor wall. This time the corridor was dry. But soon, blood flew out of bloody red doors and filled it. Along with the blood pool, the ghost lady also reappeared again, looking more aggressive and frenzied. On top of that, the goblin toddler also joined with the ghost lady.

Mitbahl: ? He rubbed his ears, thinking he must have misheard. "Cute? Miss Matthews, how can you call these cute?!" Mitbahl reached out and picked up a bizarre doll wearing a wedding dress, resembling a skull. "Look at this doll, so eerie, and it's even wearing a wedding dress. Who would buy such a thing?" "This is the Corpse Bride," Jenny said matter-of-factly. "Huh?" "The main character from a famous animated movie. Don't you know?"

†—†—†—† She'd let them bathe her when they insisted they would, she'd let them defile her face with heavy makeup but this, she wasn't going to do. "I'm not going to fucking wear that! No way!" She pointed at the skimpy one piece white chiffon skirt complimented with an equally despicable crop top that said 'bunny', that could barely cover her breast if she wore them. Not to even talk of the pink g–stringed pant that covered just her front. Was he planning on pimping her? This vampire dude was surely out of his mind. "His majesty wouldn't like that. He's given his orders, which was to wear you this."

When the cold winds of winter blow, the Dragon God is said to make its presence known. “That’s not true,” I tell him, tugging at his hair to tease him. I've been doing it a lot lately. Thalon often becomes frustrated, but he knows he cannot act against me since I am the Dragon God's bride. “Levabonne is watched over by the omnipresent Dragon God everyday.” “You're only saying that 'cause you're the sacrifice.”

“Go to bed, Raven. The house is alive at night, and not all its parts are friendly.” I returned to my room ,eventually. Locking the door. Sleep didn’t come easy. Around three a.m., I found an envelope slipped beneath my door. Plain. Cream-colored. No seal. Inside, a single note, written in careful, blocky letters: They’ll kill you before the wedding. Watch the maid with the braid. I stared at the words, heart a cold, heavy drum in my chest. This wasn’t just about our plan anymore. This was survival.

the voice called out to Vincent. Vincent clenched his jaw. “Close it,” he instructed Camela, gesturing towards the coffin. But the figure quickly reached out, gripping the edge of the coffin. “It's too late for that.” The Bride stepped forward from the shadows, her veil fluttering as if moved by a non-existent breeze. “She awakens when the bargain changes,” the Bride said gently. “And the bargain has changed.” Camela’s voice trembled. “What bargain?” The figure in the coffin turned its gaze back to her. “You don’t know?” It let out a rough, shaky laugh. “Oh… how perfect.”

At this moment, the bride seemed to notice something and grinned: "You guys aren't like those who sneaked into our town, are you? Do you think my cooking is dirty?" "How could that be!" Esteban reacted quickly. "We just weren't that hungry right now, so we thought we'd take care of the dirty stuff outside first." The bride curled her lips, looking ghostly: "Don't mind them. They just couldn't let go, always thinking they were wronged, making a fuss hoping someone would save them. They're not really people or ghosts anymore, still dreaming their silly dreams." What she said was really confusing, but also pretty creepy.

“Later, my grandfather came and knelt in front of my brother to threaten him with his life. Only then did my brother somewhat yield and was willing to substitute the ghost bride for another bride during the formal wedding.” Rose was astonished and petrified. Seven years ago, the plan she had hatched for Jay was still vivid in her mind. “I’m truly sorry, Sir Ares. Your bride had run into an accident and she might not be able to fulfill her bridal duty today.” Jay glanced at her, almost without any hesitation. “It doesn’t matter, you’ll do. Put on the veil and remember that you’re not allowed to lift it during the wedding.” She put her veil on and realized that it was made of a unique material