Golden Bride Novels & Stories

Having lived in a large mansion for so long, everyone knew how to make choices most beneficial to themselves. "Five hundred gold coins." She said slowly. Nanny Joie thought. With five hundred gold coins, she could find a suitable bride for her son, buy some hens that wouldn't lay eggs, and even renovate their home... Of course, she could also buy a small rural property under the name of the Seldom family. However... she was still hesitating. "Golden silk." Emma continued. Nanny Joie trembled again, but this time it was with excitement. She had devoted half of her life to Luna Sandra's cause, yet she had never received such a substantial amount of gold coins.

I explained. “And who are you?” “I am the hired hand of the Order. That is all you need to know.” I stated as I calmly finished my drink. “And what order would that be?” He asked, annoyed, “Thanks to you I lost my supper.” He sighed, staring off into the crowd. "You should know we, after all, have taken out so many of your kin," as he stared at me blankly, I added, " it’s the ancient order of Valhalla Bridge.”

Just as I was about to speak, my words were cut off by a bald-headed man. “It’s time for the presentation of gifts!” he announced to the pack and some applauded. The first to walk forward was a beautiful woman with brown hair she’d done up in a Viking-inspired braid. “Adornment for the new bride,” she said, presenting a box filled with gold jewelry, “Like gold, may you never lose your shine.” “Thank you.” I said to her and she nodded, placing the box down at my feet, before walking down the steps. The next was a man, so tall I was forced to strain my neck to meet his gaze. “For the new bride, a bow designed to never miss its target.” He placed the gift at my feet.

Six carats was simply because Mabel liked that number for good luck, Lana sure knew how to flatter herself. Just as I was about to explain, a gentle female voice came from the back of the wedding car. "Cruz, is something wrong?" I immediately opened the back door, took the hand of Mabel, who was wearing a wedding dress. I smiled. "Nothing, I just ran into a lunatic. Come on, Darling. It's almost time. Everyone's waiting for us inside!"

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

Adolphus appeared above the old throne, golden eye blazing with satisfaction as he studied the second symbol forming beside Rudina’s mark. “At last,” he said, smiling like every stolen year had become worth the waiting. “The moon has done what blood alone could not finish.” Bardolph tried to rise, Niall screamed my name, and the bride's smoke wrapped around my wrist like a veil tightening before slaughter. Adolphus lifted his hand toward the burning symbol and gave it its true name. “The bride seal.” The second symbol closed around my gold mark. And Maelor’s shadow reached for me like a groom receiving his queen.

Now that I was face to face with it - albeit behind a glass panel - with the Golden Leaf and Zak at stake, I could not afford to lose focus and be encapsulated by its superiority and imperialness. We reached the end of the corridor. I looked at my watch. 05:40. Another staircase. Much to my relief, this was much shorter, with ten steps. Embroidered on a red velvet carpet were golden knives, swords, and shields, which covered the polished marble steps. “Now, you two are about to meet the great President Drago Caracas, the leader of Obsidian!” Adrian exclaimed proudly. “Remember, show respect and we can figure something out for you two. Now follow me!”

Eva Blackthorn stood at the edge of the golden bridge, her heart pounding in rhythm with the soft roar of the crowds below. The ceremonial silk she wore shimmered, concealing the datapads and hidden poisons sewn into its folds. The air smelled faintly of incense, and the distant echo of trumpets signaled the approach of a new peace—one that would come at a steep price.

The heavy doors swung open. Warriors filed in. Servants followed, carrying chest after chest of treasure glinting in the torchlight. “The Pope grants a bonded marriage—” I lifted my head and heard the words that I would be mated to Vetle. The chests were opened one by one in the hall—rubies, gold. Ruby stepped forward with a flawless blood-red gem and held it out to me. Her smile was gentle, but there was something hidden beneath. “Wow...”

Jotham, Silveran Capital. 2030 Hazel straightened her spine, her head held high even as she was prodded and pricked at the course of being dolled up for the Crown Prince Bride Choosing Ceremony. She clenched her jaw, trying not to show how upset she was.