Haunted Mansion Beating Heart Bride Novels & Stories

--- Her Father's words rang in her ears. " Everyone in the Requiem is a wolf and you are the Requiem's Bride." The shadows hugged the corners of the dimly lit din hall. She sat down on the chair alone. Everyone had left. The darkness and silence amplified her rage. She stared into the darkness, her blood boiling, her fist clenched as she scoffed under her breath. The Requiem's Bride. That was a title she never asked for. A life she was going to be forced to live with a man worse than her Father.

She chuckled, making me sigh, but keeping the pace, we were welcomed by a Caribbean theme where two powerful vampires watched us approach the mansion. The estate was a vast open field where majestic horses ran at ease, while the other part had a huge man-made pond, making it relaxing. But the mansion's structure has a Caribbean theme with a mix of Victorian feel, expressing elegance, old-fashionedness, and eeriness. However, arriving at the grand staircase of the mansion, we were suddenly stopped as the vampire knights surrounded us. They were doing their jobs, but they should have been informed about our arrival; sadly, they weren't. They got wary about our presence, and I didn't like the v

“Our wedding date. 0-6-2-1,” There’s a way he says it that makes me swallow but I don’t show it as I turn, pressing in the numbers. The elevator doors open and he steps in. The second it closes, it starts moving up like it knows where we have to go. He says nothing, the only sign of him even being alive is his heart beating against mine. When the doors finally open, we’re in a room— his bedroom.

A maid entered, not meeting my eyes, pushing a cart with covered trays and a single package on top. “Your breakfast, ma’am,” she murmured before walking away. “Wait-this package. Who sent it?” But she was already gone. The box was a little heavy, expensive-looking. I opened it slowly and froze. Inside was a crimson-red dress. Short, very revealing and silky Underneath lay a pair of silver heels and a folded note: ‘Be ready by 2:30pm. I’ll pick you up.’ I frowned. Damon? He'd just said 4pm in his text. Why the change?

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 watch as my bride dodges his blade, spins, and strikes beneath his raised arm nearly cleaving him in two. Blood covers us both. My bride stands still, inhaling deeply, which causes her breasts to rise and fall rapidly. She's never looked more beautiful. She turns suddenly and kneels by the woman. I know we are too late because I heard her last agonizing breath. The men had literally beaten her to death. I reach for my bride's arm, but she jerks away as she takes the woman's lifeless hand. "Why? Why would they do this?" Nothing I say will help, but I try. "This land is ungodly. I told you I hate it here and this is only one of the many reasons. I am sorry you saw this."

Well, not like I would want to have one, but this was acceptable than living under one roof treating each other like strangers. Deliberately, Lord Hale guided me away from my husband. He looped his arm around me and pressed one cold hand against the small of my back. I kept myself calm, tried to will my heart to beat normally. If Earthly beliefs about vampires were true, then he could hear my heartbeat just like a bat hears the fluttering of insect wings kilometers away. I’d be done for if that was the case.

Evans I lay in the dark, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Beside me, I felt the mattress shift. Hailey sat up, her movement sharp and jagged. I kept my eyes closed, forcing my breathing to stay shallow, but I could feel her focus on me. It wasn't just a gaze; it was a physical weight. Her ability was out of control, radiating off her in waves of heat that made the air in the room feel thin. I knew she felt it. She felt the rot of the lie I had been carrying since the day we stood at the altar. I waited, counting the seconds in the silence, until I heard her feet hit the carpet. She moved like a ghost, her footsteps receding toward the door. Only when the soft click of

“What are you doing?” Waylon smirked and moved her flashlight away. “Follow closely. I don’t want you to go missing.” She turned her face away. “You’re the one who’s going to go missing.” They had to split up because of the rules. Cameron and Waylon went into a creepy wedding room that was decorated with antiques. It was gloomy and dilapidated. This was the room of the ghost bride. Cameron was going to look around when a woman in a white gown and messy hair crawled out from under the bed and grabbed onto her ankles.

Shade found her voice quiet familiar. He slowly lifted the veil only to gasp and step back as if he has seen a ghost. He even scared the bride “what the hell! You scared me” Grace said looking pissed