Human Emily Corpse Bride Novels & Stories

A guard rushed in and bumped into Alicia, who had been showing off in front of me. She stormed over to Billy and pointed at the guard's nose. "Watch it, you blind! You're lying like Isabel now, huh? What corpses?" She slapped the guard, but Billy paused. "What do you mean?" Before he could press, Emily walked in, dressed in black. Behind her, several men carried Teresa's body. "No, it can't be," Billy stammered.

There was no blood, no final gasp—just a sudden, cold silence, as if something had reached out and stolen the last spark of life from him. Emily stood a few feet back, arms wrapped around herself. Her eyes were distant, haunted—not just by what they had witnessed, but by the presence inside her that continued to churn restlessly beneath her skin. The Seed pulsed in tune with the forest, and Emily could feel it reacting to the man’s death. Something had shifted. A door had opened.

And what I witnessed there, dried the blood in my veins…. Emily and Broderick's naked dead bodies were hung to meat hooks upside down from their abdomens, with their throats slit, and the floor was a large pool of blood dripping from their bodies which were nearly dried up. I couldn't bear to look at that barbarously cold-blooded sight for another second and darted away as fast as I could towards the washroom, where I spewed profusely, with my body shivering convulsively like never before.

Emily looked at the screen. The moment she saw the man in the video… Her entire body went still. Her face turned pale. Because the man standing outside a luxury hotel in London… Looked exactly like the man in the photograph. Daniel Harper. The man she believed had died three years ago. Emily whispered softly, "That's impossible…”

Shadows peeled off its body like burning tar, sizzling on the ground as it thrashed. Emily gasped, horrified at her own power. “Did I—did I kill it?” Lilith shook her head. “No. Remnants cannot die. Not fully.” The creature lifted its head slowly, its hollow eyes burning with a deeper hunger. Emily’s breath hitched. “Adrian—” “I’m here.” The creature dragged itself forward, shrieking as its cracked, half-solid body reformed. Emily’s light flared again—then faltered. Pain flashed across her face. She swayed, nearly collapsing, but Adrian caught her instantly, one arm locking around her waist, the other gripping her hand.

I replied coldly, "Okay. I've prepared a surprise for you at the wedding." Wales replied that he was looking forward to the surprise, but I didn't respond. The faking-death service's car with a fake licence plate was already waiting at the entrance of the house. I handed them a USB drive that had Wales and Anna's videos and voice recordings on it, reminding them to play the recordings during the wedding. I also handed my phone to them to deliver to Wales along with my corpse during the wedding. I had left a recording of my last words on the device.

“We have no idea of knowing that for now, my Lord. The evidence is a bit inconclusive.” “Did you check his skin for bite marks, holes or scratches?” If there were signs of a struggle, I needed to know before I took my next steps. “None that we could see at the material time. The body, as you could see, was barely recognizable. Judging by what we saw however, he was killed sometime in the morning. He and his partner were on the roster for the morning shift. We transported his corpse to the castle and we’ve called Lady Emily to investigate further.” Emily usually handles the dead bodies and autopsies of dead vampires in the castle. She’s a witch so it’s easier and cheaper than hiring a witch

Out of curiosity, they followed the trail of bloody footsteps she left behind and found out that the people living in the Crescere area had been murdered. "Did they manage to describe the woman to you or something?" Chief Kaius tried not to look startled by what he had just heard. Nothing like this had occurred in years… not since the princess was banished. "Yes, they gave an extensive description… and… she has been identified." "Well? Who is she? She must be made to answer to her crime!" Emperor Vulcan said, slamming his goblet down on the table. "Emperor… She… The woman in question…" Sir Orryk struggled to get the words out of his mouth.

Cheyenne's voice boomed on the other end of the ear pod plugged into her earlobes. Killing a newborn vampire or a fledgling was easy but the man standing a few meters away from her was no fledgling. He was one of the first ancients who'd led the massacre of humans. He stood transfixed, folding his arms at his chest as the breeze blew his brown locks about. He had a wide grin on, daring her to make her move.

All around the garden, black umbrellas formed pinnacle of covering over the over hundred people that had come to witness the lowering of her coffin to the ground. It was unarguably the most horrifying scene that Emily had ever witnessed. It was hard to just stand there and not shed tears while the burial proceedings for Dre Sinclair who was amongst other things, her friend was ongoing.