Human Emily Corpse Bride Novels & Stories

After all, if the truth came out, Wyatt would lose his shot at becoming the heir of the Mercer family. The messenger, panting and wiping the sweat from his forehead, stammered, "I-It's true! I saw it with my own eyes! Emilia dug Mr. Elliot right out of the ground, and the body was already decomposing. You should go take a look for yourself!" A flicker of panic crossed Celia's face. "That's impossible," she muttered under her breath. "I made sure to…" Celia caught herself before she could finish her thought. Just as she pulled herself together and was about to leave, Emilia strode into the venue with my corpse in her arms.

And then—she saw the first of them. A hollow shape at the edge of the trees, hunched forward, dragging one leg as though bound by invisible chains. But there were no chains. Only bones. Hollowborn bones, yellowed and cracked with time, strung together by sinew and rot. Its eyes were gone. Smoke leaked from its sockets in wisps of silver-blue. Emilia didn’t scream. Not even when it opened its mouth and whispered her name like a question. “...Emilia…” She stepped back. Once.

Ambrose’s eyes narrowed, and the blue that returned melted into yellow dangerously. “Don’t push it.” Smirking, Emily did not relent. “I’m not forcing you to do it. However, I won’t be letting go if I do not hear it. You can explain to Mr Taleman and Mr Beowulf why my dead body is lying on the kitchen floor covered in a pool of my blood when they return after work with empty stomachs, three starving children and no dinner.”

Ember then took a knife from a nearby table and plunged it right into Emma's heart, killing her. "That's for fucking my mate, bitch", she growled out as Emma died. I watched Ember with surprise as she stood up and looked around. "The next person I find out fucking touches him inappropriately will meet the same fucking fate as this bitch, got it", she said loudly, meeting every eye surrounding us. Her eyes had turned bright blue. The same bright blue from last night. I could hear yeses from shocked club members or yes Luna from pack members all around. How the fuck did she even get here, and did she just claim me in my own domain? Why was I turned on by this? She looked at me in annoyance, an

Reed steps in to hold me in place from restless pacing and freaking out. I listen to the video on the news. “Emily Danvers heir to a corporate legacy bride to Alexander Malcolm was kidnapped from her own wedding reports say. New reports just in the bride was last seen going overboard on a yacht and while her body was recovered it is unclear of what happened to her. She is now considered a missing person since there are no reports of her being admitted for injuries . If you or anyone you know has information please call…” Reed grabs my phone and shuts it off. I sit there just looking around the dark room with wide eyes. Completely in shock.

“I was the first turned by the original vampire and considered his son. Because of this, they called me prince, and the name stuck, but it is mostly because I am the oldest surviving vampire, and they know they can’t defeat me, so they treat me like royalty.” “Confident, aren’t you?” I mumbled. “I caught you off guard, did I not?” he accused. “If you had a bride, how can you claim that I am yours?” I pointed out, ignoring his comment. “When one bride dies, another eventually shows up to take their place.” He shared bored. “They always seem to have similarities to one another, yet different. Each time they come back stronger and more stubborn. You beat them all.” He chuckled. “Why would you n

And when she was comfortable enough she turned to my direction. “I’m Emily.” “And I’m Beta Brandon from blood moon pack.” “Bloo… moon pack, get away, get away from me. You're the devil's advocate he sent you didn’t he, he told me if I talked, someone would come get me. Ple…….” Heavy breathing.” “Doc, get in here right now.” The doctor and two nurses ran inside quickly, they tried to revive Emily but it was too late. She had already died from a heart attack. I dropped to the chair next to me and looked as they removed her dead body from the room, her words rang in my ear, who is this guy and what those he have in common with Blood Moon pack.

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.

I closed my eyes as a wave of hopelessness washed over me, thinking that I was going to meet my end that night. The tongue around my neck suddenly loosened. I coughed violently as I heaved for breath. In my daze, I vaguely saw someone in a white coat fighting the corpse baby. It was Emilio again. The corpse baby drooled as it stared at Emilio, looking at him as if he was a delectable meal. Not only did corpse babies enjoy eating humans, but it would also receive a huge strength boost if it ate its own kind. In fact, they might be even more "nutritious" than someone like me.