The Forsaken Bride Book Novels & Stories

And as the image downloaded, I almost dropped my phone when I saw what it was. A severed bloody hand. . . _____ To all my dear new readers.... This book can be read as a STANDALONE, and for better understanding of the characters you can read BRIDE TO BE, it's completed!! For Antonio Rossi's book, check out: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captîve Romance, also completed. __ For my darlings, who have already read Bride To Be.... who do you think is Mr Wrong???? . Hope you all are ready for the journey ahead and will enjoy it!!

While she moaned in pleasure, her eyes filled with trust and adoration, I injected a heavy dose of my venom into her veins. It was agonizing for me, seeing her this way, knowing that she could never fight the darkness within her. My heart shattered as fate twisted cruelly. My Bride couldn’t escape her own nature. With tears burning my eyes, I had placed my slumbering Bride in a coffin and buried it deep within the earth, leaving her in an eternal sleep until I could find a way to cure her thirst.

"How does a bastard born from a whore deserve to be my son?" Then, he turned to Francis and Bella, roaring, "Your beloved 'socialite' daughter got knocked up by some other man! Her baby is the bastard!" Glaring at the couple, he continued, "And the one you drove to its death was the true heir of the Hurst bloodline! Helen was pregnant with my son! My heir!" Silence fell over the room. Only the crying of the newborn child broke it. Francis' and Bella's faces turned a deathly white.

My grandmother passed before I was born due to grief, but I've been told she was a very remarkable lady. A door closing makes me jump, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turn off the shower and grab the towel, drying off as I step out. I grab the clothes he gave me, enjoying these ones a lot more already. I throw them on, enjoying the clean casual clothes. I look in the mirror, seeing the red dye from my hair fading away to leave my bright white hair showing. I grab my hair and tie it up in a bun, trying to hide the white showing through. My fathers words echoing in my head yet again, and yet I had let Talon see my wolf. "He is our mate. You will not keep me from him." Freya snarls. "The moon

The past had a way of creeping in when she least expected it. No matter how much she tried to bury it, no matter how many times she convinced herself she had moved in, it still clung to her like a shadow, refusing to let go. Eirlys walked alone through the corridors of the packhouse, her fingers brushing against the cool stone walls as her mind drifted back—back to a time when she had nothing. No home. No freedoms. No name, only a whispered reminder of who she used to be before everything was stripped from her.

Damian's eyes scanned the surface taking in the lines of text, tighter and less forgiving than modern script. As Damian read, his expression didn't change much. His jaw tightened slightly. The text spoke of rituals, old bonds and unity between wolves and bloodlines. He shifted the scroll, continuing to read carefully. The language was subtler, sharper. A bond unclaimed is not a bond undone. Damian stilled, his eyes narrowing slightly as he read the line again. His grip on the scroll tightened as he continued reading. There are ties that form beyond the will of man or wolf, ties that do not wait for acceptance.

“Collapsed somewhere near the old border stones. Injured. Half-starved. I didn’t give my name. Just said I was a rogue looking for shelter.” Sarah hesitated. Then asked, “And the prophecy? You read it. The one from the forbidden book?” Jo’s expression shifted. A flicker of something unreadable passed behind her eyes. “I did,” she said. “A while ago. And yes… it said what you’re thinking.” Evie stiffened. “The cursed bride.” Jo’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “The unification of the Alpha King with his fated mate will bring ruin to the werewolf realm. And the fated mate… is the cursed bride.”

“Of Locasta and a sire not of Holden’s loins.” My lips parted. Yes. Finally, we were getting somewhere interesting, for I always found myself greatly invested in the progress of one of those descendants. They held the key to breaking the curse that could bring a measure of peace across the entire land. They could stop the madness my own son had held a hand in starting. “And what do you see the High Clifter doing, my love?” I asked, moving closer, squeezing Wicket’s arm tighter. “He travels with the Far Shore queen’s caravan to survey her new realm,” he answered.

he said. His voice dropped. Colder. Sharper. More dangerous. “I was supposed to strip you of everything.” The words hit instantly. Her parents froze. Completely. Their expressions changed. Fear. Real fear. For the first time— Aria saw it. “You deceived me,” Adrian continued, his tone steady. “You thought I wouldn’t notice that the bride you gave me was not the one promised.” His grip on Aria tightened slightly. Not hurting. But firm. Unyielding.