Scold Bridle Novels & Stories

I let out a raw scream, "Get away, Bella!" With everything I had, I broke free from the bodyguards, lunging at Bella and shoving her down. Dropping to my knees, I frantically tried to gather up my grandma's ashes, hands trembling as I whispered, "Grandma, I'm so sorry. I couldn't protect you." Bella, still on the ground, touched her forehead and shrieked when she saw blood on her fingers. "Ethan, I'm bleeding so much!" Ethan's face changed instantly at the sight.

I told them with a strong voice. “Who do you think you are to speak to us in that manner? You are at our mercy.” one brought out a gun and came closer to me. He opened my leg and I screamed. “With just a click of this, you will be gone so mind how you talk.” he laughed in a sinister manner and pushed the head of the gun into me. I cried out in pain and the other four laughed while enjoying the scene. “Stop it.” tears poured down from my eyes and he brought it out then used it to traced my breasts.

Using the first five forms would not be enough to kill him. Norvin did not dare to take Andrius lightly and used the ninth blade of the Swallow’s Thirteen Blades. It had three moves with a total of thirty-six variations, each one incredibly mysterious. Andrius thrusted his spear. Wind and thunder filled the sky, creating a myriad of spectacles. The spearhead resembled a dragon traversing through the wind and snow, exuding an astonishing murderous intent. It was unclear where the spearhead was and where the snowflakes were.

“How amazing. Now we can clearly see the words you form and talk while we ride.” “Yeah. Joy,” Farrow grumbled moodily from his mount. We are the only tribe with blinking tails, the scorpions explained. As we were cross bread with litning bugs. “Oh, for the love of God,” Farrow muttered. “Crossbred is only one word and doesn’t contain an A. And lightning—” “Farrow,” I hissed. He scowled at me. “What?” “What is your problem? These are our volunteer guides, and they’ve been nothing but kind and gracious to us. They certainly don’t deserve such attitude.”

Æðelfrið said with a wicked grin to Saffron who smirked. "I shall keep my spurring to a minimum," she consoled Elric as she hoisted herself onto the saddle. Æðelfrið had crafted the saddle himself to fit the proportions of Elric's body. He also added longer stirrups so she could climb more easily onto the seat.

The trainer threw the lead aside and cleaned the dust off the brown horse with a bristle brush. The brown horse suddenly moved violently and panted when he touched its neck. It even stomped its hooves repeatedly as if it was feeling very uncomfortable. The trainer felt very strange. He took a close look and found out that there was a faint scar under its neck, and it was still bleeding. The hair under its neck had a darker shade of brown. The scar was right under the lead, so he did not notice it.

Basil is bruised, giving off a green, peppery tang. A Frisian, massive, elegant, and black as midnight, steps into view, pulling the open carriage. The coffin sits upon it, dark wood polished to a mirror, cruelly small against the weight of the horse that bears it. What is it with my family and their steeds? Am I the only one who doesn’t like these beasts? Who sees through their warm-eyed facades? Uncle John pulls the reins, and the horse comes to a slow stop.

"It's alright." The lion emerged. Calling it that didn't feel like enough. It was enormous, black-maned, old scars across its body, golden eyes finding mine immediately. I stopped breathing. "It..." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "...It's beautiful." Damien looked at me with something like surprise. "It doesn't usually receive visitors." "What is it doing here?" "It is reserved for executions." I looked at him sharply. "What?" "Traitors."

As she cried and begged, her elbow knocked against my emerald bracelet with uncanny precision. The bracelet snapped cleanly in two and clattered to the floor. It was my eighteenth birthday gift from my father. "Veronica!" Furious, I tried to push her off me. The moment my hand brushed against her sleeve, she suddenly clutched her stomach and screamed. "Ah! My stomach hurts… "Catherine, why did you push me? I know you're angry, but this baby is innocent! He's not going to come between you and Lex. Why would you try to hurt him…"