Sacrificed To Be The Beast King's Bride Novels & Stories

The prince became a strapping man who sought adventure in fabled lands a wife to win, her marriage hand to the crossroad his fine steed ran. Storms brewed above, the lindworm came: “No wife before me, for I am your twin.” Beast nearly bit the prince in twain he barely escaped torn bones and skin. So princesses came from far and wide all to be the lindworm’s bride but the noble girls were sorely tried in the morning each left, mortified. The monarchs mourned, no princesses came, the queen consulted her old groundskeeper and ordered his daughter to have the shame of marrying the beast, a bride for the Reaper.

“How am I going to protect my people when I am gone?” “That is for you to make amends for, priestess.” The Sage took a step closer to Clairra and they stared at each other’s eyes. “You want to control the Demon King and I have the perfect spell for you. Chain him with a kiss, be his bride and you will be a Queen that he follows.” “What? That’s ridiculous! Kiss a demon and marry him? Have you gone mad, Sage? Is this what you mean that it will cost my life?!”

The Royal Officiator wiped the sweat that had formed over his brows in a nervous and grim manner. “Now,” the Royal Officiator said, “the real ritual is about to begin. Starting this moment, you will truly become the bride of the Demon King. If you both concur, let this agreement be sealed with your kiss!” My body shuddered in a mixture of fright and excitement, but my heart was at peace as my groom, and now my husband and my Lord – the would-be Demon King – pulled my waist closer to his body and planted his soft lips against mine in an apparent kiss of eternal union and death.

They made a quick, awkward excuse and practically fled, bowing as they went. Watching their retreating backs, I became aware of a warmth stirring in my chest, something I didn't quite have a name for yet. After they left, I came straight to the point. "Your Majesty, I want to break off my engagement to Kael." The Beast King frowned. "Vivienne, what kind of nonsense is this? Kael is pure-blooded dragon, my proudest son. Your union is the hope of the entire realm." "But Kael's heart belongs to my stepsister, Ivy, not to me." I met the King's eyes steadily. "As your future Queen, I can't accept a husband whose heart is with another woman. And I won't destroy what they have, either."

“I was unconscious! And you made me bond with a girl I don’t even know? I don’t accept this. I won’t take responsibility for something I didn’t agree to!” Elder Zhou, a calm but stern man, spoke next. “Your Highness, it is too late. The ceremony is complete. The bond is sealed. The girl is now your mate.” The King’s face twisted with rage. “We did this for your own good,” Elder Zhou continued. “And for the good of the kingdom. The people are scared. The nobles are uncertain. We needed to act.” “She’s not even from our lands,” the King spat. “No,” Elder Zhou admitted. “She’s from a neighboring pack. Her father is an Alpha. We made a treaty. No woman from our kingdom would agree to be your mat

She closed her eyes and then began to chant. The line she drew glowed green and then Jade fainted immediately. Melanie opened her eyes and then stood up while bowing to me. "She will be fine when she wakes up”. She said to me and I nodded then I faced Greg. "This is my decree as the king of beasts, Greg will be banished from this land and Bella will be your queen”. Immediately they heard my decree and they bowed down and acknowledged it. Greg pleaded for my mercy but I didn't spare him a glance.

What awaited Lydia was torment worse than death. Eventually, when a new King of All Beastkin emerged, all beastmen had to attend a ritual ceremony in the deepest part of the jungle. Lydia saw me surrounded by handsome men who treasured me above all else and personally attended to everything for me. At the ceremony, I became the Beast Queen with an incomparably noble status. Driven mad with jealousy, she lured me to a poison swamp in the jungle and pushed me in. The tendons in my hands and feet had been severed, so I had no strength to resist.

My mouth gapes. My pack is a small pack within the Aries Kingdom, and every year, each pack has to choose a 20-year-old virgin to send to the capital as a sacrifice to the Lycan King Dean Tullus. Years ago, the King had said that he would choose a virgin to be his bride. This seemed like a godsend, but the truth was that Dean was a notorious tyrant. Rumor has it that he had killed his parents and eldest brother in order to take the throne.

one of the younger witches muttered, earning a harsh look from the elders. “All the better,” Lenora said. “Emotion can be turned into devotion—or destruction. She will be ours. One way or another.” The scroll was lifted reverently, placed upon the altar. But it was what came next that hardened every face in the room. A second scroll, this one bound in sinew and sealed with wax, was carefully unveiled. Blood-red ink bled across the parchment, coalescing into a single demand. The bond must be broken. The beast must bleed. Only through sacrifice shall the Blood Bride’s soul be bound.

Hakyi and Osiris had been under the confinement in the infirmary from the injuries they earned in defending themselves from the king's merciless attacks. Kolo, the satyr had explained why the king had suddenly acting like a rabid wolf, killing at his will according to the thirst of the venom that ran on his system. The bite of the high bred beasts had driven the king into destruction and Agartha could have been in desolate if not for the interference of the bride's nullification spells that it immediately cleaned the king's infected blood system. However, the bride disappeared after conjuring such powerful spell for a mere human that it required her life. She disintegrated before their very