Human Emily Corpse Bride Novels & Stories

I said, jerking back. Together with Damon, Logan, Xander and some guards, we rushed to the boundary between Redmoon Pack and Crescent Moon Pack. There, Emily's corpse lay. Cold. Unconscious. Another corpse lay beside her, their hands gripping onto each other's hand. As though they'd been in a tussle. And their faces, brutally designed with fingernails. Bertha. Concubine Bertha. The exiled Bertha. She lay beside Emily. Cold and unconscious. Just like Emily.

Sensing that she had also undressed, Brendan's body tensed up. Emily caressed him and whispered, "Let's give it a try, Brendan. I love you so much. Don't you want to be intimate? I want to have your children. We'll create a beautiful baby together. Is that alright with you?" Her teasing excited Brendan, and he didn't resist her advances. However, instead of proceeding further, he pulled her toward the bed. Overjoyed, Emily wrapped her arms around Brendan's neck, knowing Deirdre was already undergoing surgery. But as they were getting intimate, Deirdre would experience an 'accidental' massive hemorrhage and die during the surgery, as she had attempted to terminate her pregnancy.

Nothing at all. My stomach twisted. A pressure began to build in my chest, like I was standing in the middle of a vacuum, like the air in the room had suddenly been sucked out, and I hadn’t realized until now. I looked down at Emily. She didn’t twitch. Didn’t breathe differently. Her eyelids stayed still. Her chest rose and fell in a soft, rhythmic motion, but her body gave off no magical presence. No sign of soul or spirit. She was… there. Physically.

The sickly-sweet stench of rot filled the air, a constant reminder that death was ever-present in CorpseHaven. “We’ve gotten closer these past weeks—working together, sharing intimate moments… You touch me in ways no one else does. You hold me so passionately, but then you act so aloof. And I let you. I’m still a woman with needs and desires. So what are your intentions?” she demanded, turning to face him again, her gaze unwavering. “Speak plainly, Em.” His voice was low, refusing to yield until she spelled it out. “I want to be with you,” Emily admitted. Hound’s lips curled into a soft chuckle.

Emma snatched the file up, holding it as if she’d just stumbled upon the combination to a vault. It wasn’t either of you; it was him! This . . . thing . . . was already here. No one ever found a corpse. Was it . . . was it sleeping when you showed up? Was it really able to put a curse on Mom when she hadn’t even done anything but show up . . . and then make it jump to another person when she died? From that far away? Emma stared blankly at the lines of text, lost amidst accounts of cannibalism stretching from the colonial era to modern day Canada.

Why’s this one not rotting? Vampire drained, he supplies. Looks like she’s the only one. Can you handle her while I keep clearing the path for your parents? Yeah, go. “I never thought I’d see you again,” the corpse tries to coo over dry and rasping vocal cords. A grim and twisted reflection of life, she has what were once large blue eyes and dark brown hair, cut in a style not dissimilar to Ellie’s. Shuffling towards me with a broken leg and a grotesque chunk of flesh dangling off her rib cage, she resembles nothing more than an extra from night of the living dead. A chunk of her cheek has rotted away on one side of her face, her yellowed teeth visible through it and as Sean pointed out, I s

A dead body of an unknown person was lying near Annie’s feet and his head was on Annie’s hand while her face was covered with blood. “Annie?”, I called her name. Her head snapped in my direction and her red eyes were filled with shock and horror. “Cade..”, Her eyes immediately lightened because of happiness which showed how scared she was before. “I...I di..didn’t m.mean to kil..kill him.”, She started explaining and sobbing at the same time. I didn’t waste a single second and reached near her. “He..She looked li..like Trisla and..and when I..I let her in..inside she..he turned into someone else.”,

I screamed as the firelight drenched them, revealing transparent skeletons instead of their elegant silhouettes, dressed in tattered shrouds like grave-bound corpses. Without warning, Corpseboy grabbed an apple and shoved it into my mouth. I bit down reflexively. As its juices drenched my mouth, the skeletons became flesh, their rags turning into clothes. I was confronted by a whole retinue of noble-looking men and women dressed in elegant gowns and old-fashioned suits, eying me with disdain. Corpseboy, oblivious to their disapproval, grinned widely. “See, Callie? Nothing to be afraid of. Now come along or the tea will grow cold.” “They're dead,” I whispered in horror.

It was nothing more than basic courtesy, but as someone who was treated as less than human by everyone, his small acts of kindness made Prince Leander the kindest person I knew. The guards finally led me to the bridal chamber which is near where the wedding would soon took place. The doors swung open and I was surprised to see the same seamstresses who took my measurements yesterday. “Lady Winter,” the head seamstress greeted softly. My gaze drifted past them. At the very center of the chamber stood the wedding gown. I stopped breathing. The gown was unlike anything I had ever seen. At first glance, it resembled a traditional human wedding gown—pure white, fitted through the bodice, with lon

Are you really not Emily? I put the bread back on the plate and said to William seriously, "As you can see, Emily is dead.Standing in front of you now is Islena!Emily is just the reincarnation of Islena." "No!"William said bitterly, "Emily is not dead!"I don't believe it!" "William, when we reconnect, you won't be sad about Emily's death anymore!"All this is destined to happen!"I said, "It's fate!""