Haunted Mansion Beating Heart Bride Novels & Stories

When the flame lights, the bride holds the torch up high for all to see, to symbolize her bravery in facing the demon for the betterment of everyone. When night falls, the townsfolk would place a brown cloak on the demon's bride. They would accompany her all the way to the edge of the forest and watch her walk the well-worn path most brides usually took as they entered the chilling woods. Once the townsfolk could no longer see her, once the dense trees and shrubs swallowed her whole, the townsfolk would return to their beds, sleep on their minds. Fyn had been one of those townsfolk. The ones who would turn their back once the bride had disappeared from his line of sight. Not once had he cons

She was a hundred times more rowdy. Gray unwillingly followed them inside the haunted mansion. When she entered, it was dark so she could not find them. The path was narrow. It was designed so that the customers would walk to the end of the single path while passing by and not being able to miss any jumpscares. When she walked in, she noticed two people walking behind her. Based on their screams, there was at least one girl and one boy.

He was a weapon whose trigger was being pulled by a ghost. Elena stopped two feet away from him, her tattered linen shift stained with the blood of her escape, her silver eyes locking onto the blank face of her husband. Through the fated-mate bond, she reached out one last time, but she was met with nothing but a vast, hollow, and silent void. He looked up slowly, his milky eyes passing right through her as if she were nothing more than a phantom haunting his dark castle.

She would be his queen, and their children would grow up strong and powerful. Asher, one of her dad’s men, held out his hand. Larissa placed hers in his. He looked at her for a moment, and when she nodded, he gave the signal. The big church doors opened with a loud creak, and everyone turned to see the bride. Larissa, the mafia princess, walked down the aisle. Her head was held high, and a tiny smile played on her lips. Everyone wished they could be her. Not even in their wildest dreams.

With a heavy heart, I muster the courage to open the door and cautiously look at my surroundings, relieved to find no one lurking in the shadows. Stepping out into the hallway, my bare feet meeting the cold touch of the marble floors, a sense of unease grips me. This mansion holds a dark history—it's the same place where my stepfather was murdered and met his tragic end. Now, I find myself alone in this ghostly place, haunted by unsettling noises and consumed by thoughts of survival.

I was so scared to even check her pulse and heartbeat. My hands were shivering as I was scared for her. But I could not afford to lose time so hugged her to my body. I could feel her heart beat against my chest and I cried holding her to my chest. Thank you, God!! Thank you. Please help me save her. " Dhruv? " I heard her faint voice. Her face was buried in my chest and I smiled and cried at the same time. Mahima's POV I felt that I was going through a very cold, white tunnel and I was shivering to go into a condition of oblivion. Every feeling and all sense organs were losing their ability to sense anything.

I asked her. Carmen shook her head. "I think that if we didn't meet under the circumstances that we met, i won't have met him at all. He is Andres Blackwood, and I am me. There's no way that we will ever cross each other's part because we are both from different worlds. There's nothing else to say about it. We won't have met if he didn't need someone to be his wife.

I heard a familiar voice call out my name. It can’t be. The grim reaper must have copied my best friend’s voice. There was no way I was alive. I remembered the sound of fabric tearing. My dress, ripping as I fell. Then pain… blinding, crushing pain in my chest. I remembered Adrian’s claws, sharp and merciless, tearing through my flesh, the agony as he ripped my heart apart, his face twisted with cold satisfaction. I remembered falling, blood spreading beneath me, and my stepsister’s face hovering above mine, eyes cold, lips trembling not with regret, but relief.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

I don’t know why he doesn’t move or why he throws his hands up in defeat. But my claws slide right through his heart without him even flinching. “I didn’t think you had it in you, Kendric. But vampires don’t die that easily.” I shift my claws, twisting them in his heart until I know I have severed everything. “Are you sure about that?” I hear the witches' chanting in the background, which catches Ramsey by surprise. “What do you think you’re doing? You work for me.” One of the women steps up behind me. By the jingle on her foot, I guess she is the sister of the other women who broke our bonding.