The Ghost Bride Novels & Stories

There were so many of them. Was this place really the resting place of the brides Adam had killed? But why? Why would he commit such atrocities? "She's the new one," I heard someone whisper. With a start, I turned around and saw two transparent figures floating above two grave stones. They both had long blonde hair and very pale skin. One of them had brown eyes. The other had blue eyes. "Who are you?" I asked, and they exchanged bewildered glances. "We're ghosts," they echoed, and I swallowed hard, my stomach squirming with discomfort.

The instant I reached the door frame, I saw something that was engraved in my memory, like a curse. The gray appearance near Phoenix wasn’t from some Fairy Godmother. The wailing bride had lifted her body up as she prepared to leave. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER?” it was like I haven’t recovered from one painful sight that the wailing brides decided to strike me. She didn’t look my way and began to disappear with her body.

But the girl had opened her big mouth to say, "I ain't going no boring place with ya. I'm perfectly fine with the stable life here." With the subtle chilly sensation surrounding her, Geneva opened the door. She refused to spare the bedroom a glance. Sitting rigidly on the sofa, she awaited her fate. "Let's get married now," the straightforward ghost said without a change in his features. "Nooooo. No, no, no, noooo!" She shouted, jumping from the sofa. She shook her hands and head to solidify her non-compliance. She wondered when the ghost had change back to his human form to intimidate her the more.

“Later, my grandfather came and knelt in front of my brother to threaten him with his life. Only then did my brother somewhat yield and was willing to substitute the ghost bride for another bride during the formal wedding.” Rose was astonished and petrified. Seven years ago, the plan she had hatched for Jay was still vivid in her mind. “I’m truly sorry, Sir Ares. Your bride had run into an accident and she might not be able to fulfill her bridal duty today.” Jay glanced at her, almost without any hesitation. “It doesn’t matter, you’ll do. Put on the veil and remember that you’re not allowed to lift it during the wedding.” She put her veil on and realized that

Beneath the illustration was a line of ancient text, which he translated in a trembling voice: "The blood of the First Bride shall open the Final Gate." I froze. The first bride... Rose. "Rose, aren't you—" But Lucien shook his head slowly, shutting down my theory. "No." Every eye in the room—including Rose’s—snapped to him. "Not Rose," Lucien said firmly. I frowned, completely bewildered. "Then who? History says Rose was the bride who was sacrificed!" Lucien smiled thinly, his gaze practically stripping my soul bare. "You are the real First Bride."

Colors pulsed alive in the dim light: cobalt colliding with crimson, veins of gold splitting the dark. Then I saw it. One stroke. Angled. Deliberate. A fracture cut through chaos. My breath stuttered. Memory surged. A brush dragged across canvas. Laughter spilling warm against my shoulder. Her voice: Not like that. Let me fix it. See? Every break can shine if you know how to cut the light. My chest constricted. It was her. My hands clenched the frame until the wood groaned. This was Asaraiah—my bride, living, breathing, fierce. But through that stroke I saw her. The one buried by time. The ghost I’d failed.

However, approximately three months ago, the legend of the 'Banshee' appeared here for some reason, which instantly destroyed this beautiful tribe. A newlywed couple arrived in the tribe about three months ago. That night, they stayed over with the tribe. It should have been a happy occasion, but an accident happened at night. The bride vanished without a trace, and no one knew how! The groom searched everywhere for the bride's trace and eventually asked for help from the tribe's people, but they were unable to find her. The bride had disappeared mysteriously. Some people say that the bride was captured and eaten by a demon who only eats women. Although it was a baseless rumor, it still spre

"There was a girl from the Zion family named Heather, who was just sixteen. She was beautiful and virtuous, but she left her parents and hometown to marry the Ghost King. She took with her the wedding book and a wooden comb, and went to live with the Ghost King." As she read this part, Melody's brows furrowed slightly. "But the Ghost King changed his mind, took multiple wives, and caused her suffering. As time went on, Heather grew old and was abandoned by the Ghost King. Her son died at the hands of one of his mistresses. In despair, she put on the red wedding gown and vowed to become an evil spirit to seek revenge..." It was a rather tragic love story, and Christopher had a strong disdain

"This is impossible!" Lana's voice shifted in pitch as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "You're... really getting married? Cruz! You went ahead and got a marriage license with her without letting me know? And you even altered the name? You... You've gone too far!" Lana's eyes quickly turned red. Tears swirled in her eyes like she was in extreme distress. I was completely speechless, thinking, 'This woman must have graduated from an acting school! It's a pity she didn't become an actress.' '

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!