Perfect Weapon Black Veil Brides Novels & Stories

How could she possibly feel passionate about the murderer who could kill her at any moment? “You better just kill me!” Valerie muttered scathingly, covering her embarrassment with lust over the man’s kiss. However, it seems that her words amused him even more. The man glanced at her tight n*pples, which the thin silk blanket that covered her bare br*asts could not hide. He seductively brushed his fingers casually, touching her n*pples with a feather-light motion there, causing her n*pples to straighten up tense, harder than before.

With a frustrated huff, she lowered her hand. The gavel slammed down. "Sold! To the lady in midnight blue for four million dollars!" Ashton smirked beside me, but his curiosity was evident as he mind linked me. "Why are you buying your own weapons? " he asked through our mind link. "Why not just take them back?" "Patience, love. I want everyone here to know exactly who’s in control tonight. Let them see the price of betrayal and greed." The next weapon was revealed—a crossbow made from darkened iron, designed to fire bolts that dissolved protective wards on impact.

My body trembles, and I try to make myself smaller, curling even more in a ball. “Now get hell up.” “How could a young man treat his bride that way?” Someone in the crowd gasped, nodding as everyone else agreed with her. “And that too in public. Lord only knows what happens in private. “Could that be the reason she’s on a black veil and dress?” “I knew it! Some very rare brides’d choose a mix of lilies and black roses for their big day.” “Embarrassing.” “Disgraceful!” Their opinions flowed into another, and it only made Asher madder.

I was marrying my dream man, but that dream is now nothing but a nightmare. Black embroidery crept across the hem in delicate, venomous vines, roses, thorns, and wolves. Symbols of the Alpha’s house, stitched into my train like a warning, like a leash. My hair was braided back in tight coils, a few dark curls left loose by my cheeks, pinned with white sapphires and cold silver combs. A sheer veil sat over my shoulders, not to hide my face, but to soften the sharpness of what I’d become.

Finally, I whispered, “Aldric.” The woman turned toward the altar. “You know the price.” “I’ll pay it.” She reached beneath the altar and removed a small black case and placed it in my hands. The moment my fingers touched it, a strange cold traveled through my body. “This is a weapon created for those who cannot be controlled by ordinary means.” My fingers tightened around the case. “Will it kill him?” The woman looked at me. “If you use it correctly.” I opened the case, Inside lay a dark, slender object covered in strange markings.

She wondered what kind of wedding it is that her flower is black as well, a solemn melancholic organ was being played in the background as she was escorted by the bridesmaids she doesn't recognize to the altar. Raising her face she caught a static handsome man dressed in a suit, with Razor sharp nose, fixed to a broad, sparsely wrinkling emotionless face. Eyes with a grilling gaze, enough to freeze even the warmest of hearts at a glance. He stood tall, like the sarcastic monstrosity, he utters with every word he speaks. "With this hand, I will multiply your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your lethal wine.

And then she appeared. I’d seen photographs — but nothing prepared me for this. She didn’t walk down the aisle. She owned it. Owned the silence. Owned the gasps. A black veil covered her face, but I could still see the curve of her jaw, the smirk tugging at her lips, the gleam in her dangerous eyes. Her gown was more like a funeral dress — hugging every curve with unapologetic sex appeal. Not a bride. A black widow. And somehow… I was both furious and intrigued.

His gaze traveled over me, pausing on the black dress, and then back up to my face. “Going somewhere, cara mia?” My throat went dry. My hand instinctively brushed against the hidden knife strapped to my thigh. “Out.” He pushed off the door, slow and deliberate, every step a reminder that the room wasn’t mine. It was his. “Interesting choice,” he murmured, circling me like a predator. “Most brides spend their wedding night in lace. You prefer knives and lies.” I forced steel into my voice. “Better than chains.” For a heartbeat, silence stretched between us, taut and dangerous. Then, in one swift movement, he caught my wrist and pulled me flush against him.

Just me, silence, and a truth I couldn’t outrun. The blade was where I’d left it. Carefully hidden beneath a false floor tile and shrouded with cloth enchanted to dampen aura bleed. It wasn’t a standard weapon. This one had been gifted to me after the hybrid trials. Blood-forged. Custom-coded to react to the specific fingerprint of my aura signature. One of the only things that still felt real when the rest of my memories seemed to come and go like smoke.

“I… already told… you. There is nothing here.” The man laughed; a sound that made my bones shake. “You fool, who are you trying to deceive. We know the shadow bride is here. Where is she?” I gasped, subconsciously taking a step back. The shadow bride? They are talking about me. “Princess, I think we should leave now. I will come back to save your father.” But my legs remained rooted to the spot. No one else knew about this, just my parents and I. But why am I a weapon?