Novel & Cerita The Dragon's Bride Dramione

The first scream came from the bridal suite. Eva Hart looked up from the seating chart in her hands. A makeup artist rushed past her, nearly knocking over a tray of champagne. "What happened?" Eva asked, catching the woman's arm. "The bride..." The woman's face had gone pale. "She's gone." Eva frowned. "Gone where?" "I—I don't know." For a second, the world around her seemed to stop. Outside, a string quartet continued playing as though nothing had happened. Guests laughed over glasses of champagne. Camera flashes lit up the entrance of the Blackwood Estate.

“You’re something more.” The words sent a shiver through her. Because deep down, she already knew. She wasn’t just a bride to the Lycan King. She was the Moonborn. And the war had only just begun. ---------------------------------------------- The battlefield was eerily silent in the wake of the Shadowborn’s retreat. Smoke curled from the fallen, their bodies dissolving into the cold night air. The Lycans stood motionless, their bloodied weapons still raised, watching as the last traces of darkness vanished beyond the crumbling walls.

"Be a good bride to the prince." I grimaced. "I will never be his bride." We're not sure about that. I'm sure than a hundred percent, Raja. He just wants to play with me. He has no intention of choosing me as his bride to be. I flinched at Raja's laugh. It sounded too beastly. As expected from a dragon. I could imagine him rolling his eyes. "Take care as well, Thiara," I hugged Thiara tight before finally going inside the carriage.

Illarion asked, displaying a cynical grin. All the guests appeared enthusiastic again, despite their previous sadness. "I am getting married soon, and at this event, I announce my engagement to the one and only daughter of Duke Gree, Viviana White Gree," Illarion announced, then looked tenderly at Amanda, who sat beside Princess Hera. The eyes of the guests immediately scrutinized the girl with pinkish hair who had been the Black Emperor's sole dance partner. They appraised Amanda from head to toe, their gaze filled with judgment.

“Oh, he killed her. But I saved her.” A sharp intake of breath sounds over the phone. “She’s…one of us now?” “Yeah. And of course she’s upset with me for not letting her die.” “Typical Charlie.” I might not be able to see her, but I know she has a smile on her face. “So what happened to Henry and this bride of his?” “His bride, Daisy…not sure, she slipped through my fingers and disappeared. If she’s smart, she’ll never show her face to Charlie or myself again. As for Henry, he’s dead thanks to you.”

Mireth kisses my forehead, pats Draven’s cheek hard enough to make him snarl, and vanishes in a crackle of storm-light. Silence. Draven glares at the spot where his mother was, then at me. Lyriel speaks softly. “Your Highness ordered the bride prepared for court presentation this afternoon.” I stand. “Tell your prince,” I say clearly, “that if he wants a performance, he’ll have to drag me there in chains again. I’m done playing dressed-up corpse.” Draven’s eyes flare molten. “Try not to embarrass me,” he says through his teeth. I smile, slow and sharp.

The long-awaited wedding day finally arrived. In our previous life, Draco had been called away to war at the last moment, leaving Amelia with a rushed, joyless wedding. The humiliation had haunted her through both lives. So this time around, armed with her knowledge from rebirth, she was determined to have the grandest wedding imaginable. She screamed and sobbed until Lysander emptied his accounts and borrowed from loan sharks, all to stage the most extravagant wedding in the kingdom and crown her its most dazzling bride.

I looked up at him surprised. Though it was subtle the gesture was blatantly possessive and loving. "You don't expect to see the bride in her wedding party, how observant." Del said in an Ia mocking tone ." Who were you expecting to see? The moon goddess?" Drake blinked for a moment a bit of his poise faltering, he almost choked as he stuttered. "Bride? Layla is your —" "You're right," Del remarked cutting him off, his grin growing. "Layla is now my mate and Luna."

Draco chuckled, then he said, “I didn't kill two of them Zara, I killed only Theon. Jamie is still alive but will soon be dead, just like your friend Lia over there.” “Don't you dare touch Lia or even Jamie, or I won't spare you, Draco.” “Don't worry Zara, I won't touch Lia, it's you I'll touch. Lia belongs to my men...they'll take care of her. For now, the both of us will consummate our marriage even before we get married, ”Draco retorted, making my heart clench in fear. No, no I can't let that happen. “Draco let me go!” I screamed, struggling and kicking as he picked me up.

“They won't kill each other, “ Daeira said. “But I heard that the Aryan king was a ruthless one and he might hurt Nimrod,” Luna said. “I feel like they won't. So tell me how you two got entangled?” Daeira started. “I’d like to keep it private,” Luna said in a pout. “What? You’re an Orion bride. That is so wicked, ya know that?” “What are you to the Aryan king anyway?” Luna reversed it. “I’m his bride.” Daeira grinned at her.