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

It was Joyce, in a beautiful white dress, looking really happy and a bit shy. She picked up her dress and walked slowly towards Howard at the end of the red carpet. Everyone was speechless. The cameras flashed like crazy. "What's happening? Why is Joyce Charlton the bride?" "What's going on? Is Howard messing with us?"

She grabbed her water glass like it was a lifeline, brows raised in silent demand. Delilah spoke first, words strangling out. “So what exactly is the word, Zeden?” I set my fork down. Met both their eyes, then turned to Amber. “Bride.” The word landed clean and final. “My bride.” The glass slipped from Mother’s hand. It shattered against the floor in a spray of shards and water. Delilah swayed in her seat, face draining of color like someone had pulled a plug. And Amber—fuck, the shock on her face hit me harder than either of them.

“And do you, Lady Raven Dearna, take prince Eilís of Caravia, feral wolf of levia, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To honour and support, to love and to cherish in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?” The silence was loud as she hesitated, mouth moving but no sound coming out, she gripped her dress, seeming to summon courage and then she squeaked out "I do", her voice barely audible. “By the power vested in me, by the celestial deities, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” I watched as Raven stiffened, eyes slamming shut, hands tightening on her dress and body trembling as she waited for a kiss. My chest stung, I had to fist my hand to keep fr

Its empty, glowing crimson eyes locked instantly onto the silver bundle in Selena's trembling arms. Then, the spirit spoke. The sound was like grinding stone and shattering glass—a voice broken and distorted by centuries of confinement in the dark. ***"RETURN... THE DRAGON BRIDE."*** Absolute, suffocating silence slammed down upon the courtyard. Kael blinked, his mouth hanging open as he looked at the floating ghost. "What?" Selena stared in complete, unvarnished shock, pulling baby Luna closer to her heart. "What did that thing just say?" Killian’s jaw tightened to the point of cracking, his golden aura flaring to maximum capacity to shield his family from the spectral chill. "What did it m

The groom and bride were to watch, take it all in and enjoy. One of the games was called ‘come-clean’ and a question from the game was, “How many of you have fucked the groom?” Nobody raised their hand, but Elara noticed Mia fidgeting. Kai saw it too and tried to distract Elara with a few talk here and there, but the seed of doubt was planted.

Her lips curved into a faint smile that no one noticed. Outside, a horn echoed through the valley. The masked warriors immediately stopped fighting and stepped aside as though welcoming someone far more dangerous. Heavy footsteps approached the ruined entrance, slow and deliberate. Then a man dressed in black armor appeared, his silver eyes fixed on Selena. He ignored everyone else and smiled as if he had finally found what he had been searching for. “Forgive the delay,” he said calmly. “I’ve come to take my bride.” Lucienne’s wolf exploded to the surface with a furious roar… because the stranger’s wrist bore the exact same mate mark as Selena’s.

cried Prince Black. The old man, who was lying on the bed asked the maid beside him to raise his back. Amanda was still sitting trembling while staring at the floor, she really didn't expect to meet the ruler of Anarka today. "You are Rion's bride?" asked the King in a hoarse voice. Amanda nodded so that the Black Prince's cloak almost drowned her petite body. "Come closer, and open your hood," ordered the King. Amanda felt the Black Prince's piercing gaze as the girl crawled towards where the King was. And when the girl opened her hood, she could not see the King's expression on the mosquito net.

A place built from silence and persistence and hope and love that refused to disappear even when circumstances suggested it should. Perhaps that was why the title had always fit. The silenced bride. The relentless love. Not opposites. Not separate stories. The silence had taught them how to listen. The love had taught them how to stay. And somewhere between those two lessons they had built a life larger than either of them had ever imagined possible.