The Corpse Bride Vows Novels & Stories

She buried her face in the thin pillow and screamed silently into it. Why was this her life? Why did surviving feel like drowning . How can her step aunt still be beating her at the big age of twenty two? That sounded weird too her too. It sounds very awkward for a step aunt to be beating her at the age of twenty two but all this were happening to her because she didnt have her own money, so it seemed like she was under the bondage of her aunt. She lay there for hours unti her phone vibrated on the ground beside her.She reached for it slowly. She saw one new message that was from stephen. Her heart did a slow, cautious somersault. She clicked it open. “ Marry me for one year, an

“So what should I do to make sure you won’t break your promise again?” Aikiz bet her lips, realising the point he wanted to get to. She took a deep breath and she answered, “Let’s have a Contract of Blood and Flesh.” Harvey smiled widely at the suggestion. The Contract of Blood and Flesh was an unbreakable promise between two werewolves, made out of free will. And since she was the one to suggest it, Aikiz would never deny her free will. On the other hand, Harvey wanted a way to make Aikiz submit. He was not kidding when he showed the limit he could get to. First, he wanted her to give him her word, just a word of honour. But since she is that mischievous, he needed something more.

It was all that stood between peace and a bloodbath. "I..." my voice cracked, a tiny, fragile thing in the darkness. I swallowed hard, closing my eyes tight. "I, Bianca Vane... take thee, Arthur Thorne..." Every word felt like a drop of poison in my own veins. I whispered the sacred vows in my cousin’s name, binding my soul to a monster under a false identity.

he said, voice deep and sure. “Do you, Serafina Vale, take Valerio Thorne as your husband, your match, your king?” “I do.” The priest opened a small silver box. Inside, a blade. Traditional. Mafia vows weren’t sealed with kisses. They were sealed in blood. Sera didn’t flinch as the blade sliced across her palm. Valerio did the same. Then, they clasped hands, letting their blood mingle—red on red, vow on vow. “Then let this union be unbroken,” the priest intoned. “Bound not just in life, but in legacy. You may seal it.”

“The vow returns.” I stood. “What vow?! Who are you talking about?!” His eyes, pale gray and unfathomable, looked at me with something between pity and reverence. “You,” he said. “The bride. The one who wakes the buried.” The floor cracked. Beneath my feet. A sudden, violent noise tore through the chapel. I screamed as the trapdoor burst open—not gently, but violently, as if torn from below. Hands—gray, rotting, spectral—reached out.

"Because after he died, something rewrote the witness line." [Corpse marriage contamination confirmed.] [Original vow type: threshold holding vow.] [Current corrupted status: bride claim.] The Morgue Queen stopped screaming. She smiled through the chains. "Yes," she whispered. "Ask who rewrote it." My father's hand tightened around mine. Lu Shen's cruelty is often a door with warning signs, which is still a door. Aunt Lan measures disasters by how many bowls, blankets, and fools they require.

the High Elder asked. Lila’s voice was a whisper. “I do.” His gaze moved to me. “And you, Aiden, do you accept this bond?” “I do.” The wind stirred and the ceremonial pit in front of us flared higher. Lila squeezed my hand. “Now,” Elder Merek intoned, “offer the vow of flesh.” I drew the ceremonial dagger from my belt. Lila held out her palm without hesitation. I sliced a thin line across her skin. Her blood welled bright and red, catching the moon’s glow. She took the dagger and did the same to mine.

“Money doesn’t buy loyalty to the Swan. Your father couldn’t save your mother, and he sure as hell can’t save you. That alliance with the Volkov’s? It’s going to get you both buried. But don’t worry. I’ll make sure the message gets sent loud and clear with you dead.” Victor made a weak gurgle, his hand twitching on the table. I reached for him again. “Victor, just hold on for a bit. Please.” The waitress pulled a gun from under her apron, pointing it straight at my chest. “Now you get to join him. No more questions. No more digging. The Swan sends her regards, DeLorenzo.” I slowly reached for my gun, she noticed. “Wait, don’t...” She fired without another word.

“Swear it’s not just revenge. Swear it’s me you’re fighting for.” I gripped her shoulders. “It’s always you.” Her lips parted, trembling. “Then don’t let me go.” “Never,” I said, the word like a vow. Silence stretched, heavy with all we couldn’t say. Finally, she whispered, “Promise me I won’t lose you in this fight.” I brushed her tears with my thumb. “You won’t. But Liam will.” She collapsed into my chest again, and I held her tighter. My fury built like a storm behind my calm tone.

The guests were too mesmerized by my ring bearer to even notice what was going on on the altar. “Lola, what’s going on? I don’t understand.” “Of course, you don’t. When have you ever understood anything other than sticking your penis into holes?” And right there, by the altar, she took both rings from Kaleb and dumped them on my hand. The ring box had a paper under but that wasn’t my priority now. “Have a wonderful day with your family instead.” She said and took off. It was then that the guests noticed what was going on.