Goblins Bride Novels & Stories

Johan took his seat as his father raised a goblet and a hush settled over the crowd. JOHAN From beside me, I felt my new bride shiver, not the slight kind of shiver like one would get from an unexpected breeze, but the kind that left you shivering as if someone had just walked over your grave. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed the way she held her body rigidly in the chair, as if afraid to draw breath. Was it the moonlight, or did her eyes just change color? Is it true then? Is my new bride a sorceress?

“Mr. Wilhenberg, I assume this is the perfect time to start the ceremony. Where is your daughter?” “Mr. Morgan… she…” Sweat can be seen rushing down his forehead. It was an air-conditioned place yet he was taking out a cold sweat. Gavin notice it and didn’t bother to ask what is the matter. All he is concerned about is whether he will get married today or not. Whether the ceremony will continue or be postponed. “She is right here. The… bride is here. We shall start the ceremony, Mr. Morgan” A girl with a cold gaze to her stepmother broadly look at her father who was wagging his tail like a good and obedient dog. Her deep green orbs then fall into Gavin’s blue one.

†—†—†—† 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."

She questioned, puzzled, "Huh?" He chuckled and looked at her, saying, "The elders believe that the bride needs to leave the groom and let him chase after her so that he will be subservient to her after their marriage." She frowned. She retorted, "I suppose you're simply making up your own superstition." They halted before a parked car, and he laughed softly. He let her in and opened the door for her, then sat in the driver's seat. She was seated by his side when she unintentionally made the sign of the cross. Even his booming laughter caught her off guard.

I questioned her and Keran and Nyx both grinned and nodded. "The goblins are highly sexual creatures and won't think anything about an exposed nipple, bare breast, or man's penis out on display so don't stare or be too shocked by what you see. Also, some have extras…arms, eyes, etc," Nyx informed Noah and me. I shrugged and told him hell's demons were similar.

With the odds constantly stacked against him as a leader in this dungeon, how can he lead his team out of these floors? Goblin brutes were tougher than hobgoblins. They were physically stronger and had more stamina, even if they weren’t very smart. Goblin brutes were specialised goblins with a bloodline gift to ignore all injury and fatigue in berserker mode. They were more dangerous than regular hobgoblins because goblin brutes could take down catapults with sheer force. A group of brutes could easily break through the tough stronghold stone wall, compromising Stoneberry Keep’s defences.

The other maids quickly joined in, showering Anna with one compliment after another. "Alright, alright..." Anna's cheeks turned crimson. "Let's head to the ceremony." She was growing embarrassed by all the praise. *** Anna and Alex's wedding blessing ceremony was held inside a small cave overlooking the sea. Robert and the citizens of the kingdom were already waiting there. Anna's heart pounded hard. Nervous. As she walked toward the cave, the people welcomed her with warm smiles and heartfelt congratulations. She had expected the cave to be dimly lit. Instead, it was bathed in a soft, radiant glow.

“Glad you mentioned that. I spent all night studying even better ones. Amore. Tesoro. Carina. Giola Mio. Dolcezza. Bellisima—” I zone his voice out as I reach the table with the papers on top. There’s a marriage contract. A typical one. There’s nothing extra listed, not even a clause that I can use as an attack. If anything, this is the most normal marriage contract I have ever seen. And he’s already signed in his name.