Haunted Mansion Beating Heart Bride Novels & Stories

At midnight, I gave up. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The floor was cold under my bare feet. The moonlight came through the window, pale and silver, painting shapes on the walls. I opened my door and stepped into the hallway. The mansion was different at night. The shadows were deeper. The silence was heavier. The portraits on the walls seemed to watch me as I walked past them. Twelve women in white dresses. Twelve dead brides. Twelve pairs of eyes that followed me down the hall.

They are my family; family is supposed to stick together. “Y---,” I shook my head to be able to speak when the whole mansion shook for a few seconds. We all shared a horrifying glance as we knew what it was, it wasn’t an earthquake. It was the sign of the appearance of the Wailing Brides. “Wailing Brides!” Veronica held onto Hassel’s hand as she panicked.

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

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.

“I told you. You better not get involved with him. I have known him for years, more than a decade. It’s just a piece of warning for my little slave.” “How thoughtful you are, Master Lucius,” I whispered back sarcastically. The mellow music from the orchestra enveloped the hall as the bride walked her way to the altar. She was in a beautiful white dress, and she was walking with Beaumont, which gave me the idea that their father was gone, or maybe had fled to the other side of the world. The bride was pretty. She had that joyous smile on her lips while suppressing her tears. But as they were nearing where I stood, I noticed the woman’s eyes weren’t golden but black. A big question fell into m

After getting on his seat, the lead vampire lord started to read the vows and the two were repeating each word after him. The two were waiting for the words "You may kiss the bride" to fill the whole room. As they echoed, Kyson was already leaned in kissing her passionately as if there was no tomorrow. He didn't even accomadate the shyness of his bride. All he wanted was to devour this woman.

Thana apologized, coming towards me. “It’s fine, it will heal soon.” I mumbled as I felt something twist inside the wound, I bit my lip trying not to scream. “I guess distance doesn’t stop the effects of the bond.” She frowned. :it would appear that you are his bride.” “I can’t hear his voice. It should be working.” I defended glaring at her, “no way would I ever be a vampire's bride.” Thana knelt down in front of me, “I have never heard of a bite affecting someone to this degree, it’s not just blood that has bound him to you. I don’t think you have a choice in this matter, sister.”

But somehow, she could not resist, that though it is her greatest fear, she was in a trance of being bewitched, spelled, or perhaps hypnotize by the call that’s hugging a comfortable assurance of warmth in her heart. Fix with the eyes of like nothingness, she stares blankly at the empty hall of the mansion and where all along she is being guided in a trance-like state. “In here.” She hears as she finally took the last step down and into the mansion’s hall. Looking beside and towards the mansion's in-house garden, she continues walking as she stares blankly in an abyss. With the thunder that rumbles outside the worsening storm and the timed strike of lightning, the eerie and dim lighted hall