Human Emily Corpse Bride Novels & Stories

Emma screamed and moved aside as quickly as she could to avoid getting pummeled. When she looked at what had been tossed in as if it were trash, she shrieked at the top of her lungs and scuttled as far from it as she could, which wasn’t saying much. He’d tossed in a man’s dead body with no regard. She recognized it as the body Agremon had possessed days ago. This poor soul had already begun to decompose, with maggots feasting on his eyes, mouth, nose, and open wounds. The horrific sight and the putrid smell emanating from him made Emma wretch immediately. Having not eaten for days, there wasn’t much to bring up, so dry heaves quickly took over.

I mumbled underneath my breath, my eyes fixed on the road as I drove. After about ten minutes, I was finally at the cemetery. The silence was deafening as only the chirping of birds could be heard. I dashed out from the car, my heart pounding in my chest. The cemetery was empty but I could see a shadowy figure in front. With my heart beating faster than normal, I approached the figure, but I was met with a shocker instead. There she was, right in front of me, Emily, cuddled up in a warm embrace with another man.

And now, she was just gone. It had all been kept under the wraps. Shirley's abduction. The USB drive. Emily's death. The only thing that made it to the news was The Vandals arrest. Shirley knew that there was probably a good reason why the government kept it all quiet yet it didn't make her less angry. Emily hadn't even been given a proper burial. They had just shoved her corpse into some grave in the local cemetery and that was it. Emily Dustin had been an orphan who had lived in the orphanage practically all her life. Well, until Mrs Loretha Dustin, Shirley's manager, adopted her. And then Shirley's father had made Emily, Shirley's assistant.

He nodded at Theodore as he spoke but immediately frowned the moment our eyes met. "Emperor Peralez awaits your visit," he scoffed, leading both of us inside the palace. The last time I was here was to see the infamous corpse princess. It was well known that the empress tried to murder her but failed due to her invulnerability. I was intrigued to the point I had to see the child myself. Twenty years had passed since I last saw her, and if she's still alive, I intend to have her as my bride.

They walk between the living and the dead. “Are you alright, my lady?” Iamem asks as she helps me up. I feel a slight dizziness—probably weakness from eating so little and mating so much lately. “I’m fine, just a bit lightheaded,” I say with a smile, and they exchange a glance without saying a word. Shabat gently towels off my body while Iamem fetches the dress—deep red like blood, long, with a plunging neckline and a high slit that reaches my thigh.

Emily couldn't move. The woman standing beyond the final doorway looked exactly like her, but there was something profoundly wrong about seeing her alive when every other version of herself was lying motionless behind the thousands of open doors. The dead Emilys weren't simply bodies scattered across different worlds. Some were young. Some were old. Some wore clothing from eras Emily had never seen. Some had scars she didn't recognize. Some were still holding weapons. Others were curled against walls as though they had died trying to escape. Yet every one of them had the same face.

And then Emilia gasped. She saw her father. Not in memory. Not in dream. In front of her. He stood beside the thing, holding a rose, the same one he’d given her the night before he died. “I buried you,” she whispered. The creature smiled. Only it wasn’t her father anymore. It was her. Dead. Her body. Her eyes. She watched herself die. And then it turned to Alessio. Now it was his mother. The woman he’d buried when he was thirteen.

"Oh Phoebe, don't you know anything, Adam came home from work last night and found a dead body of a woman in an alley outside the town, her whole body was only skin and bones, and there were many bite marks on her body, her blood was drained, it must be a Vampire who did this terrible thing, that corpse could be Dina because she is inherently mentally unstable, her mother has been looking for her all night. Haven't seen it yet." The corpse of this woman, the villagers did not know who is she, because she was drained of blood, her organs were also taken away, and her clothes were also torn apart without a single piece of cloth on her body. Her form was too horrible to recognize who it was, th

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> They buried an empty casket two days later. The service ran short. White tent, a grey sky threatening rain that never quite arrived, and a priest reading words that fell on people too distracted by their phones to absorb them. Damon stood in the front row with his hands clasped in front of him, his expression arranged into something that passed for grief from a reasonable distance. Killian stood slightly apart, which nobody commented on. Twins processed things differently. Everyone knew that. Nobody questioned it.

Then, they stopped crying. "No! they're not dead," Emily yelled in despair. She would protect them with her life. She wouldn't give them up. Emily crawled forward. Emily screamed in pain. Rose stepped on Emily's hand. "How touching! Emily, sadly, they're already dead." Rose sounded like a monster. Emily was shocked at her words and passed out. Rose covered her nose in disgust since the room was filled with the smell of blood. Emily was covered in blood. Her clothes were dirty and she was still bleeding.