Goblins Bride Novels & Stories

Pardon me! The novel "The bride of the Ego's'' is undergoing re-editing to suit your taste. So don't wonder why some chapters are missing, I hope you understand, thank you. .Unknown point of view. The room was crowded with audience and journalists, the audience roared with all their might, each having a question to ask, not giving anyone a chance to respond. I could hardly recognize her anymore seeing how much she's grown in the last few years. She raised her hand high to silence the crowd, then she spoke. "I'm telling you that there is nothing supernatural, no such thing as ghosts or witches." Mirabel strongly protested.

Robert explained, looking at me with a hint of disdain. I felt a surge of anger and hurt wash over me. How dare he insult my background and try to buy me off like some kind of commodity. "I'm sorry, but I won't accept any money to end my marriage. Alex and I love each other, and we'll work through any problems we have," I said firmly, standing up. Robert raised an eyebrow. "Very well. I'll relay the message to Mr. Grey Sr. However, I must warn you that he will not take kindly to your refusal," he said, getting up to leave.

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 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."

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.

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.

I braid the length off to the side so it wouldn't irritate the injuries. "Can you do anything more father?" I cry as the blood continues to pool in his gashes. My father stands by me and squeezes my shoulder. "I've done all I can daughter, I'm sorry," he sighs, wiping his eyes. There was a knock at the door and Axis answered it. The one red-eyed naked goblin stood there with two others. My eyes widened when I saw the crown on his head. He grins at me and nods. "I'm the goblin king Izak, this is my wife Chig and son Zrukz, we've come to help heal the half-blood. My eyes widen and I laugh, fucking sneaky little creep.