Silent Crown: The Masked Prince's Bride Novels & Stories

Without taking my eyes off the woman, I lifted a hand and gave Brandon a silent signal. Leave. Understanding at once, he offered a polite bow before slipping out of the lounge, the door clicking shut behind him. Silence settled over the room. Only then did the woman slowly step forward. She kept her head lowered, her face remained hidden behind the black mask. I adjusted my dark sunglasses, grateful they concealed my identity. The last thing I needed was for anyone to recognize the Alpha of Crescent Fang in a place like this, especially with my wedding only weeks away. For several long seconds, neither of us spoke.

He looked at me through the blank eyeholes. “The king beneath the first kingdom.” The carriage stopped. The door opened. Two guards dragged me onto a black stone platform. Water rose around us in towering walls, held back by invisible force. At the far end stood a temple built from white ribs. A red carpet crossed the flooded avenue. Grandmother waited at the temple steps. The Tide Crown rested on her head. My breath caught. “You.” Her face did not move. The masked man bowed to her. “We brought the bride.” I stared at Grandmother.

Chapter 1 Xavier Da Silva looked at the girl standing across the room trying on her wedding dress.He knew she would be no different from her social peers in their privileged circles in Italy..rich and spoilt.She was paler than her contemporaries, but he guessed that came from her English father.Her mother,Isobel Christofedes Miller was Italian through and through.His brain felt slightly fuzzy around the edges and he cursed himself mentally,many a shot of whiskey wasn't going to help him out of this predicament or the feeling of entrapment he'd live with for years.

After understanding what the Prince had said, the Pastor had a bright smile and said, "okay, before we allow them to put their wedding rings on each other's fingers. Is there any anyone in here who does not wish to see this couple get married today, speak now or forever hold your peace." Hearing this, everyone turned to glance at each other, and at the exits. They breathed a sigh of relief when nobody interrupted the wedding. The Prince looked at Dohana with a smile. The audience began to settle back down after a brief sigh. The reverend regained his excitement and said, "now, do you Prince Dominic Roman Kingston, take this lovely woman, the princess of Andorra, Christine Dohana to be your l

The bride who was silent for all this time suddenly made a loud scream. The woman immediately took a drum nearby and started beating it in rhythm followed by I heard more drums noise coming from village. As soon as the sounds heard, the woman looked at the bride and smirked with satisfaction and started leaving the place. What is happening? Who is she and what did she do to that bride? Just then I saw a dark cloud forming above the head of the bride becoming big by seconds covering her. Then the bride’s begging cries turning into a muffled sound started coming out.

She nodded. Dressed in beaded peach silk with a white mask concealing her face, Audrey became a perfect mirror of Samantha. As she descended the stairs, her brown eyes shimmering and her dark hair glossy, not a single guest suspected the switch. When she reached the altar, the blind Alpha reached out. The moment his skin touched hers, a jolt of warmth and a powerful bond surged through him. He smiled, sensing a soul he didn't realize wasn't the one promised to him. They exchanged rings and left the celebration behind, heading toward a wedding night that would change everything.

I repeated the words in my mind like a shield, trying to numb the agonizing, gaping wound in my chest. The heavy oak doors opened. Princess Selene glided down the aisle. She was a vision of absolute perfection, draped in shimmering white silk and diamonds, her face glowing with triumphant, angelic innocence beneath her veil. The Silver Fang generals bowed as she passed. She was the flawless Queen they had demanded. She stepped up to the altar and placed her delicate, gloved hands in mine. Elder Silas stepped forward, raising the heavy, ancient iron crown of the Blackwood. He recited the ancient vows, binding our kingdoms, our armies, and our bloodlines together to secure the fragile peace.