The Forsaken Bride Book Novels & Stories

She voiced inwardly, “My Devil chosen me from hundreds of sexy barmaids by his side. Why should I worry with an insecure feeling? Let’s consider this as a test for Devil to show his sincerity to me.” Soon some dragon maids brought luxurious fabrics and precious jewels, when Nora asked, they replied, “It’s an offer from our majestic queen for the exclusive brides.” Nora ordered Akshara, “Don’t just stand like a dead log there, come on groom them.” Akshara nodded and went near the blonde bride. The blonde bride refuses to get groomed by Akshara saying, “Aren’t you the harlot from the cave bar? I have heard on my way here.”

She's been pretty busy, especially lately. A wide grin spreads across Nightcrawler's lips. "Did your mate break the ancient law? I'm talking about section "soulmate" point 198. and "punishment" point 63. It states, and I quote, "No creature, living or dead, has the right to harm a soulmate, to weaken the other." and "Any attempt to break the bond between souls can and will be punished by death." I knew that asshole would love to quote stupid shit.

Like she was making sure no one else was coming. Then she leaned in so close I could feel her breath against my ear. "Señora," she whispered. Her voice shook on every syllable. "Please. Listen to me. Tomorrow at dawn, you cannot marry him. You have to run tonight. Whatever you have to do." I sat up sharply. "What are you talking about? Who is he? What is his name?" Her eyes flicked back to the main door. Wide. Terrified. "His name is Iker Vidal-Montenegro," she breathed. "And the last three brides who were brought into this house..."

Ashley sobbed as the pain in her chest grew with every word. Marriage with Caleb had been nothing short of a nightmare for the past three years. She had done everything she could to win his love, yet he had never once looked at her. And now, what was her reward? Divorce papers and an unborn child who might never know its father? How could he be so heartless?

“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?”

After thinking for a while, she took a deep breath and said, I understand. What Calista could not wait to ask. Do you know why Her Highness, the Queen, is trying her best to kick you out of Nightfang and House. It's because she found out that after they married you into the family. It didn't help with his health at all, like the priestess had said. So she thought that he had married the wrong person. I think she should be trying her best to find a true, destined lover, and their next target is her. Larissa shook the photo in her hand and smiled faintly.

His eyes met mine. The priest hurried through the rest. Something about the Moon Goddess and eternal bonds and pack law. I wasn't listening. I was staring at the white sheet covering the bride's body twenty feet away. They'd carried her off to the side. Out of the way. Like she was furniture. "I caught a glimpse of her hand before they covered it. Something green under her fingernails. Like... plant residue? Or something else?" "You may now kiss the bride." My head snapped up. "Wait, we don't have to—"

"I came back from a journey only to realize that she was gone." "Gone?" "Disappeared without a trace. She had suffered the same fate, just like every other bride before her. It is all the Bride Thief's doing." That made Belladonna feel even more unsettled. She remembered a lot about Moria, the writer of the book she had read, "How Not To Get Chosen", the Bride everyone thought would be the last. "What about the ones that tried to kill you, Eli? What do you do to them?"

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

My fingers ran along spines, brushing faded lettering until one title stopped me cold: "Moon Brides & The Marked." I pulled it down, careful not to snap the decaying spine, and laid it across the table. Inside: sketches. The first page showed a woman on her knees, hair streaming back like it was caught in wind, a crescent moon carved behind her ear—and a man on fire in front of her. My stomach turned. The next few pages were worse. “The Moon Bride,” it read, “is chosen by divine design, not by fate’s whim. Her bond is not forged by desire—but by divine necessity. To stabilize or to destroy.”