The Beast's Bride Romane & Geschichten

They were ready to begin the journey to changing history, even if it meant going through the Beast King himself. No one would stop them. "I hate to interrupt this beautiful moment but...its time, Calliope. The Beast King approaches." Kelsey stated, gesturing up at the sky that had begun to clear, showcasing the moon that was truly at its peak. She was right and they could all feel it as an incredibly powerful being slowly approached where they were. The Beast King Immortal was walking the mortal plane, returning to claim his bride... ***

“No son of mine would've been so completely useless. All you have brought us is shame and embarrassment. Enough. I've arranged your marriage with the Lycan King. He'll come for you tomorrow and I'll finally be rid of you” “W-what? The Beast Lycan?” I stuttered; my father's words hit me like a block of ice. “Precisely. He could kill you like his other wives for all I care. Good riddance” My father looked at me one last time, his eyes filled with disgusted contempt before he walked out of the house. My mother rushed to my side with tears in her eyes. “I'm so sorry Iris… your father told me last night, there was nothing I could do”

I yanked up on that lifeline, prepared to follow her into the portal of our demise, unwilling to live a life without her. Tension met my tug, thank fuck. I willed the leather to hold, as I pulled up with all my might. Only Rougarous could navigate the ominous power that resided here. I had to get her out. Pulling with as much force as I dared, praying I could get to her hand. Instead, a claw emerged; not one of a wolf, but of a beast. I grasped that claw and pulled with all my might, the light of her body blinded me to her form. I grasped for her, not finding skin but fur, and prayed and pleaded to the goddess as I kicked upward through the burning in my lungs from lack of air, toward the f

The day of Beatrice and Nate's wedding finally came. It was a beach wedding, and all of their packs were there to witness their marriage. Beatrice's family is also there, and what they feel right now is unexplainable. They knew Beatrice and her plan, and as of what they're witnessing now, everything under her plan goes well. They're all in their werewolf forms and waiting for Beatrice to arrive. The senior wolf in front, which will give a blessing and a ritual, is also waiting for Beatrice to arrive. While Nate is already in front and waiting for his bride.

“I told you. You better not get involved with him. I have known him for years, more than a decade. It’s just a piece of warning for my little slave.” “How thoughtful you are, Master Calix,” I whispered back sarcastically. The mellow music from the orchestra enveloped the hall as the bride walked her way to the altar. She was in a beautiful white dress, and she was walking with Beaumont, which gave me the idea that their father was gone, or maybe had fled to the other side of the world. The bride was pretty. She had that joyous smile on her lips while suppressing her tears. But as they were nearing where I stood, I noticed the woman’s eyes weren’t golden but black. A big question fell into my

I lead us outside to the bikes instead of taking her to the infirmary when the meeting's over. "I can't ride like this, King," she says. She's returned to her human form and is using both hands to keep her shirt together. I lift my arms, pull my shirt over my head, and hand it to her in one move. The once-over she gives my chest leaves Beast purring in contentment, the traitor. I discovered in the meeting that Beast hasn't just accepted her as mate, he's ready to kill anyone who stands in his way. I need to refrain from thoughts of Marinah as mate until her beast is ready and Beast won't be helping. Neither did the kiss, which is something else I choose not to think of for the time being.

My friend was already dead so I should be grateful for their help. "THE BRIDE PLEASE "the priest announced . The choirs began to sing the bride music,the whole congregation stood up to welcome her ,the door which had been closed up after my arrival was opened and the so called bride walked in dressed in a sea blue sparkling dress ,her face was covered with a veil so I couldn't see how ugly she looked . She had five bride maids tailing behind her and they were disturbingly the maids I had raped ,next to her was a woman I had never seen before ,she was bringing her to the stage ,does that mean she doesn't have a father ,how unfortunate .

The darkness loomed around her as she fell. Roots whipped against her arms, binding her wrists. The air was thick with the scent of blood and damp soil. Camela felt her breath caught in her throat as she twisted, but each movement dragged her further down. “Vincent! Elias! Is anyone there…?” Her shout echoed back, swallowed by the pit. Then she heard a faint yet piercing voice carried through the roots—The First Bride “No one can hear you here, except for me. Just me,” the First Bride whispered.

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

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.