The Ghost Bride Novels & Stories

Amelia said, using one hand with force, "So what if I wrecked your lair and stopped you guys from reincarnating." "It's been over a hundred years. When did you ever apologize to Callie for what you did when you were alive?" "If you guys really thought you were wrong, you wouldn't have used your daughter to please the more powerful Lich Lord the evil spirits after she died." "You guys never really changed deep down." Amelia had already noticed this when she came into town. The money she set aside for a rainy day was never for nothing. It was because she heard a bride crying. When walking at night, the ones you ran into like this were usually called ghost brides.

While Camela stood trembling between them, her scar glowing red as she hesitated with her hand lifted. She reached forward—hesitating. The ghost’s voice came in a whisper, slicing through the air like a blade: “Now, bride. Show us what you’re really hiding.” And then everything came to a quiet stop.

It's this insanity that makes me want to enter her and makes me want to be with her. Her breasts are small, but they will soon be mine. I just have to locate my physical body and regain my strength for that to happen. It is out there somewhere, stolen by that damned jokester, the Ghost. If I were to guess her name, I would call her an ancestor. The Ghost must be the wife of the last Chieftain of the wolf clan. Her soul was never laid to rest.

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

--- Her Father's words rang in her ears. " Everyone in the Requiem is a wolf and you are the Requiem's Bride." The shadows hugged the corners of the dimly lit din hall. She sat down on the chair alone. Everyone had left. The darkness and silence amplified her rage. She stared into the darkness, her blood boiling, her fist clenched as she scoffed under her breath. The Requiem's Bride. That was a title she never asked for. A life she was going to be forced to live with a man worse than her Father.

"My father and my brother use to call me small boy, great brain. I was sharp, and do observe a lot about things around me." "Where is your brother's grave? " I ask. He clenched his fist and began walking to the car telling me to wait. He came back with three bunch of flowers. We place them on each grave before going home in silence, both of us in our own thoughts. ♡♡ "it's time dear "Nanny Lilo says and pat my back. I sigh and stare at myself in the mirror. I look good in my white wedding dress that shows my cleavage. I know I look beautiful since everyone here won't stop gawking and flattering me. I appreciate them, but I'm not happy.

I froze. I stared at my reflection, touching my face with trembling fingers. I was dressed in a white ceremonial gown, pure white without a single stain. I was stunning. My eyes sparkled like stars, my bridal makeup flawless. My hair was simply styled and secured with a small jeweled crown, my veil fluttering in the breeze from the open window. This can’t be happening. Was the Moon Goddess giving me a second chance? “It’s almost time. I don’t know why you’re acting this way, but I’ll be waiting at the hall. Adrian too,” Mirabel said, and left the room.

She said with a smile that made me nervous. She left so I was alone. I'm not wrong that I chose this gown, I won't have any trouble walking. It's a simple off shoulder gown. Opening the door of the church slowly, I closed my eyes tightly and thought that I was the only one walking. The music started playing with just one step of my foot. My chest beat faster when I slowly opened my eyes and saw people looking at me. Shit, why are there so many guests? I stopped walking when I was in the middle, I wanted to back out. This is not what I expected to happen to me. I looked around at the people and I didn't expect what I saw. What are they doing here?

Don't yield. ‎ ‎But I couldn't let her die. Not after we had just started to trust each other. ‎ ‎"I understand," I whispered. ‎ ‎"Good." Magnus signaled the guards. "Open the doors." ‎ ‎The massive oak doors of the Chapel groaned open. ‎ ‎The sound of the organ washed over us a thunderous, gothic melody that vibrated in my chest. The sanctuary was packed. Hundreds of wolves from the Bloodmoon and Iron-Claw packs filled the pews. They turned as one to watch the bride.

That way they would be able to do a lot in a very limited time. There was a ghost bride who wanted them to help her mother celebrate her birthday because that was a promise she had made to her before going to the Choosing Ritual. She had promised her that she would come back and celebrate her birthday. It would give her peace to fulfill the promise. They both decided to go on the next journey together and fulfill the ghost bride's wish. Also, they decided to send the first round of coins dispatch tomorrow. "We will have to go together." Belladonna declared as she helped with rolling up the scrolls, suddenly realizing what this meant.