The Dead Bride Novels & Stories

But according to the books I've read, this could pass as one. "Temple of Solterra." Interest surely gleamed in my eyes. "Really?" He smiled and led me inside. It wasn't long when an elder man wearing all white went to us. "I'm glad that you have decided to visit our temple again, Your Highness," he said with such an impossible soothing voice for a man his age. "And who is this beautiful lady with you?" "He is Ophelia, senior brother. She is my bride." I was shocked of what Demitri said. He didn't even told it yet to his parents, and now he's spreading the news outside the palace?

I said his name in a whisper, watching him kneel on the ground with his mate’s dead body in his arms. “Savia!” seeing her body covered in bruises and a silver dagger through her chest crumbled my heart. “She is g---one!” he let out a weep to announce the agony his heart was feeling. “Ahh! She is gone!” the wailing brides repeated after him, crying and yelling while terrorizing the pack once again. It was then I noticed I was the only one accompanying my brother because the others were too afraid to get a glimpse of the wailing Brides. Though the wailing brides never interacted or got into physical contact with anyone due to being made of dust, they have the pack appalled.

I watch as my bride dodges his blade, spins, and strikes beneath his raised arm nearly cleaving him in two. Blood covers us both. My bride stands still, inhaling deeply, which causes her breasts to rise and fall rapidly. She's never looked more beautiful. She turns suddenly and kneels by the woman. I know we are too late because I heard her last agonizing breath. The men had literally beaten her to death. I reach for my bride's arm, but she jerks away as she takes the woman's lifeless hand. "Why? Why would they do this?" Nothing I say will help, but I try. "This land is ungodly. I told you I hate it here and this is only one of the many reasons. I am sorry you saw this."

Nathaniel asked. Dean looked up. “The first bride… the one buried under the church.” Nathaniel froze. He remembered. The coffin was buried when he was a young priest—her body had never decayed. She was the first bride who tried to escape the Blackwell wedding curse… and failed. — Flashback – Two Days Before the Fog In the manor kitchen, Ethan was brewing tea. Alika sat at the table wearing one of Ethan’s old sweaters—the one she stole from his closet.

“So… this is where you two first met?” Elena nodded slowly and closed her eyes. The sunlight cast a soft glow on her delicate face, painting her features with a quiet sadness. “Back then,” she said, her lips trembling, “he told me, ‘Elena, when we grow up, I want you to be my bride.’” Her voice broke, and when she opened her eyes again, tears had already begun streaming down her cheeks. Stephan clenched his fists. “Unbelievable. Even as a kid, Damien knew how to charm girls—and you actually believed him?”

“When you were born, Dad and Marco loved you. Too much. They swore you’d be their little princess.” “I didn’t allow it.” Her eyes glittered with madness. “I’m the princess of this family. You were a threat.” “So I pulled out Mom’s oxygen tube after her surgery.” “I made them think she died because of you.” My knees nearly buckled. “What…?” “You… you killed Mom?” “She was innocent!” “So?” Valentina shrugged. “And I’ll take the rest of your life too.” “Today’s wedding is only the beginning.” “I’ll show you what real despair tastes like.”

"The bride was betrayed by her groom on her wedding day. He didn't show up. In years, she went looking for him. She finally found him outside his house. He said he had cold feet. That wasn't all. He was also in love with her sister. In fact, he and her sister had sex the night before. The bride couldn't believe it. She felt betrayed. She cried as she hit his chest. She begged him. She cried to him, pleading with him but he refused. She hit him repeatedly again. In order to defend himself, he pushed her off him a bit. She stumbled back on her heels and fell towards the road. Just then, a huge truck passed with speed. It hit her instantly. She died..... In her wedding dress. The dress was fill

I barked. " I need to come and get her away from you. You can't keep her there like that. " He said. " No!! I can keep her wherever I want. We are married and are on a honeymoon. So don't disturb. We were enjoying special moments. " I said. " Don't you dare, Dhruv? I will kill you. " He yelled. " Sorry bro, you are late... I have already dared. And as I told you we are on a honeymoon, please don't disturb us. My bride is waiting for me. Bye. " I said.

Her surname was her mother's maiden name. Grace Adaeze Bridges. Dead four years. Naomi had taken her mother's surname name after she died and quietly buried the one she was born with, the one on her original birth certificate that Darius had spent most of the night tracking down through Lagos civil records and a contact who owed him a favour. I read the name on that birth certificate slowly. Then I sat back in my chair and looked at the ceiling for a long moment. NAOMI COLE. Cole. As in Vivienne Cole. As in the woman who was supposed to be standing at my altar yesterday morning. As in the real bride.

True, the man could be terrifying and would probably do a deep background check on whoever he chose; he would be psychotic enough to do so. He reached for the contract as his Grandfather handed it to him, flipping it to the next page and seeing the terms of the marriage. He only had six months to find a bride and marry her! Also, she would be given a polygraph test along with a pelvic exam from an OBGYN of his choosing in order to qualify! Was his Grandfather insane? There was more to the contract, but all the words started to blur together. Todd was either having a panic attack or he was about to lose it and punch his Grandfather in the face. Either way, he had to get out of there. He stood