The Corpse Bride Vows Novels & Stories

Victor’s voice boomed with authority: "Before the moon, before the ancestors, before the pack—you bind your souls this night. In love, in loyalty, in duty. Do you accept one another as mate and as bond?" “I do,” Lorraine said, her voice clear and certain. “I do,” Caden answered, steady though his heart echoed another name in silence. The ritual blade was brought forth, its edge gleaming. They each drew a line across their palms, crimson welling before they pressed their hands together. Blood mingled, sealing the pact. A ripple of power surged outward, washing through the clearing as the pack felt the bond begin to form.

“But at its core, it’s a promise. One borne not just of love, but of responsibility.” Dante’s fingers grazed mine once. Not a grasp. A check in. The officiant turned to him. “Dante, your vows.” Dante took a breath—a real one. Not controlled and not practiced. He turned toward me fully. When he took mine, his hands were steady. I noticed that first. The steadiness. This was not a man who was doubting his decision. “I was brought up to think of vows as contracts,” he said. “Words meant to reassure people watching, not the one standing in front of you.”

It was Crimson turn to make a vow, her body started shaking and shivering, she felt more nervous and a very strong bad instincts about it to the extent that her body shaking becomes visible. "Do you Luna Crimson, our great Luna, willingly take Alpha Zaid of Blood Moon pack, as your lawful wedded husband and Alpha, to serve him, provide him, satisfy him, protect him, take care of him and to also be with him in sickness and in health, till death do you apart?" The priest asked. Crimson didn't reply, she felt sweat gathering over her and her eyes started becoming teary. "Do you?" The priest asked again and yet Crimson didn't reply.

It was filled with carvings of a dragon and phoenix. The bronze casket shot out of the ground as the lid opened in midair. A male corpse of six-foot-five then jumped out of it, lunging towards the bridge. “Argh!!!” With a loud howl, corpse energy exploded in the air. It was the Corpse Princess’ father, the Corpse King. They didn’t expect him to show up at all. “Kill them!” The emperor ordered. After receiving orders, the Corpse King immediately took action. The chains of Persephone’s Folly Bridge flew out once more. However, the result was rather disappointing. The bridge didn’t seem to like beings like the Corpse King.

Chapter # 8 Note: Kindly note that English is not my native language — it’s my third language. If there are any grammatical errors, I would really appreciate it if you could please ignore them. Thank you so much for your patience and understanding. __ Her injured arm was resting against her body, supported carefully by her other hand. Alexander walked closer and reached down to wake her. Up close, he noticed how exhausted she looked. Her eyes were swollen from crying. Her lips were dry, and the usual color had disappeared from her face, leaving her complexion pale and slightly sallow.

Aaron's expression darkened into something feral when they stopped at the podium again. Elara turned, her chin lifted, her posture steady and her voice ringing with unwavering clarity. "Pastor, this is my groom, the man I choose to marry. Please proceed with our wedding." Chaos erupted! Truly erupted! People spoke over one another, questions flying through the chapel like arrows. "What???" "Is this a joke?" "Has she lost her mind?" "Who is he?" Marjorie stared in disbelief, her lips parted, fury flooding her entire body.

“Are you okay? ” Her lip trembled but she nodded weakly. He smiled. “As I said before—you have a choice. A stack of papers moved across the desk under his sharp gaze. You shall wed Nikolai or Isabella will sign these papers.” My eyes briefly scanned the documents before me. An agreement document. Signing her over to Nikolai as a human collateral, an asset. A delicate sob emerged from my mother's lips beside me which fractured an internal part of my being. Arturo sent the pen skidding over the desk surface. He instructed her to place her signature upon the document.

My stomach turned with each verse, each step that brought them closer to sealing what should have been mine. The elder dipped his fingers into a silver bowl filled with crushed moon herbs, smearing the paste across their wrists. “Tonight, you will mark each other. Bite to bond, blood to seal, and flesh to claim. Speak your vow.” Caius’s voice was strong, commanding, proud. “I vow to protect you, to lead beside you, and to honor our bond until death.” Liana’s was sweet, dripping with false humility. “I vow to stand with you, to serve beside you, and to honor our bond until death.”

"Cameras love a nervous bride." We reached the altar. The officiant opened his book. Two hundred guests fell silent at once, and I could hear my own pulse in my ears louder than anything else in that room. "Damon Wrexley", the officiant said, "will you have this woman to be your wedded wife, to live together in the holy bond of marriage?" Damon's eyes found mine. Something flickered there, cold and final, and his lips parted. "I don't." The room held its breath with me.

"That's not your concern. What matters is tonight there needs to be a bride, and you're the only one left." Bride? Who's getting married? "Your father made arrangements," she continued with an impatient voice. “Your father owed him money, and Valentina was part of the deal. Now she’s gone.” She took a step closer, sizing me up with her eyes. "So you'll take her place." Huh!? My stomach dropped through the floor. "Yo–u want me to mar–ry a stranger because Dad owes money?"