Novel & Cerita Sacrificed To Be The Beast King's Bride

"You still haven't answered me boy. Shall we join forces and make you the king? You don't have to marry that human whore. If you brought me her body I could put my own soul inside. I could then be alive and I could marry you instead. I could then become a member of the Wolf People Clan again. I was supposed to be queen once. But then Chief Wolfpaw's foolish father dishonored me by marrying another. Will you marry me if I go to war with you?" I nod and kiss the hands of the Ghost. She's not a ghost right now, she is nothing but lovely. "Do this for me and I will do whatever you ask." Rosemary helps me to my feet and she kisses me under the rising moon. The moon turns red, which means I have a

Queen Fiona was surrounded by dead bodies, her people were mutilated. Witches and mortals were lying scattered like broken pieces of glass. Next to her sat her husband, on his knees. She looked into the eyes of King Bran, not realizing it was for the last time. He looked at her with warm loving eyes, but also with regret from the loss of their people. They did what had to be done to banish Hades the King of Hell. They knew there would be consequences at some point.

If he did, he seemed to like it because he refused to look away. Daring to show my defiance to a king was a crime that could warrant my beheading. But I've always been stubborn. And maybe my stubbornness might take me to an early grave. "I, Raven Annette Declan, daughter of the Alpha of the Black Claw Pack, accept you, Aries Dorian Leander as my... groom. May the moon goddess bear witness to this day," I said. The corner of his lips tilted upward, his silver eyes sparkling with mischief. Two servants took their positions beside the king and I. Slowly, they opened the small boxes in their hands.

All were complaining about the drought they were expecting in the next month, the monster demons that came every now and then to gobble up the villagers, and the bullying they received from the local ministers. He stomped up the grand steps. He couldn't wait to vent his anger at his office where no one was looking. He kicked open the double doors to his throne room and what a surprise did he had! He saw a lovely and fair maiden, almost half naked as she had showed so much skin, sitting on his grand steps, just four steps below his grand golden throne.

“Which is exactly why this is happening.” That made Elara pause. "What? How? Why?" Felix continued, his tone maddeningly calm, almost reverent. “You can say that... He’s proud.” The word landed wrong. Elara blinked. “Proud of what?” Lisa leaned forward, her eyes glittering, and her voice dropping conspiratorially like she was sharing the punchline to a private joke. “That he stole someone’s bride on her wedding day.” Felix nodded, entirely serious now. “Stole her! Married her!! Lives with her now!!!”

I couldn't break free. Lyra clapped with delight at the sight, her laughter ringing cruelly. With a flick of magic, she forced Lily back into her true form and tossed her like a morsel to the cat attendants that were tearing into me. "Well done," she praised. The attendant beamed, fawning, "If not for Your Ladyship, when would I have ever tasted carp in my lifetime? "Your beauty is unmatched, and now that you've caught this woman carrying an illegitimate, surely the title of Beast Queen is yours!"

There were designs of different animals etched on it,adding to the mystery. He turned to me then, smiling and putting my hands in his elbows, “Don’t worry about anything. I’m here and the respect that is yours will be accorded. Don’t be scared” I stood up straight, ready to brave the storm. The door swung wide open, the two guards had opened it and the beautiful hall in front of me met my eyes. Rhein led us into the room, to the long and beautiful table in front. As we walked, soft music played on the piano and violin. Before a deep voice announced, “The Lycan king and his wife to be have come to the table”

He held me with red eyes and said, "The person I care about most is you. Vivian has no family behind her, and she has trauma. I just pity her. I'm helping her." I believed him. Looking back, I was an idiot. Friendship was their cleanest cover. Protection was the prettiest excuse for betrayal. At ten, my father's underboss knocked. "Miss Rossi, the Council wants every heir at the old chapel to confirm their trial seals. Last step before the list locks." I changed into black and went. Countless alliances had been sworn there under stained glass saints, roses, and guns. Beside the DeLuca seat was an empty chair. It had always been mine.

The man stood. "Mia." His voice was low, measured. "There is no gentle way to say this so I will say it plainly." "Okay," I said, still looking at the chandeliers. Real candles. Every single one. "You have been given to King Zyren of the Draconis Throne. The agreement is already signed. His envoy arrives tomorrow at first light and you will leave with them." Silence. I looked at him. "I am sorry?" My voice was very level. "I have been given to a what?"

Lyria whispered. Elinor held her gaze. “Only if I decide so.” The world seemed to collapse beneath Lyria’s feet. “I don’t understand…” “You will,” the knight said. “Because your life has just changed.” He stepped closer, his voice firm as he declared: “You are no longer a peasant. You are no longer a nobody.” A final pause. Heavy. Absolute. “From this moment on, you are Lady Elinor Avelaine of Valmere… candidate to become the Demon King’s bride.”