Goblins Bride Novels & Stories

The two of us had done it, we had gone through the ups and downs and came out of it stronger than ever. I was once a monster's mute bride, scared of even my own shadow. But now, I am a wife to the most amazing human I have ever known. Elijah and I stepped into the garden, about to join the big family we had created.

I heard the sound of hooves retreating as Kalden forced the maiden into the carriage, disregarding what she was saying about being able to fight and how she was tired of being treated like a damn glass pony princess. We were almost under the burnt overhang of tree canopies when I watched through my yellowed wolf eyes as one of the pale multi-limbed creatures leaped down and scurried toward us at breakneck speed before the hag hit it with a cacophony spell and the Hybrid seemed to crumple in on itself, standing so it was almost my height on it's huge, werewolf ish hind legs and letting out a guttural groan as more of the beings leaped down.

It was nothing more than basic courtesy, but as someone who was treated as less than human by everyone, his small acts of kindness made Prince Leander the kindest person I knew. The guards finally led me to the bridal chamber which is near where the wedding would soon took place. The doors swung open and I was surprised to see the same seamstresses who took my measurements yesterday. “Lady Winter,” the head seamstress greeted softly. My gaze drifted past them. At the very center of the chamber stood the wedding gown. I stopped breathing. The gown was unlike anything I had ever seen. At first glance, it resembled a traditional human wedding gown—pure white, fitted through the bodice, with lon

MIA POV #Heartbrokefiance# #Risingtobecomeaqueen# The headline was the order of the day, cameras flashing constantly as I stepped out in a stunning red gown, my hair pulled back tightly into a ponytail, exposing the nape of my neck. To them, I was dazzling. To me, I was shaking inside. But a few hours ago, things were different. I had been lying in bed, speaking to Sophie as Liam's call came in, then I heard footsteps approaching. My heart leapt. I quickly hid the phone under the sheets just as the door creaked open.

Joanne’s POV By morning, everyone in the barracks seemed to be in a frenzy. Word had gotten out that one of the mountain villages had been attacked. This attack was worse than all the others; there was more smoke, more bodies, more infections, and poisons. It was one of the largest mountain villages in Eboncrest; it was the one that forged and planted goods and supplies for the soldiers. This attack wasn’t just affecting innocent vampire villagers; it was affecting the soldiers as well.

The engagement party was set for a week later. 300 invitations were sent out from the Vito estate, and soon the whole circle knew that the Vito family's Principessa was going to marry the "lunatic" of the Morandi family. Once the news got out, gossip broke out everywhere. "She chased Dario for six years, and now she's picking that freak they dragged out of the fighting pit? She's clearly just being spiteful." "Three months. I'm betting this marriage doesn't last more than three months."

But as the first true rays of sun touched the garden, a shadow fell across them. A beta, young, wide-eyed, stood at the garden gate. “Alpha. The scouts found something at the river. Where Jorah died.” Kael tensed. “What?” The beta swallowed. “A body. Fresh. Dressed in Ironfang colors. But the face… it’s been carved off. And pinned to the chest: a note.” Elara sat up slowly. The beta held out a bloodstained scrap. Kael took it. Read aloud: The bridge is mended. The dark moon rises in three nights. Bring her to the standing stones alone, or the manor burns with everyone inside.

Maybe yes, and maybe no. Yes, she became the Demon’s Little Bride but what happened next? THE END?

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.