The Ghost Bride Novels & Stories

The Brides of Blackwell. He flipped rapidly through the pages, muttering, until— “There,” he pointed. “Page 74. The Soulgown Ritual.” It was an old curse. Brides who died tragically on their wedding day, binding their souls to their dresses. If the gown is worn by a descendant or linked soul, the spirit would begin transferring—possessing—the wearer. “She’s not haunting the dress,” I whispered. “She is the dress.” “And she’s trying to live again—through you.”

When the flame lights, the bride holds the torch up high for all to see, to symbolize her bravery in facing the demon for the betterment of everyone. When night falls, the townsfolk would place a brown cloak on the demon's bride. They would accompany her all the way to the edge of the forest and watch her walk the well-worn path most brides usually took as they entered the chilling woods. Once the townsfolk could no longer see her, once the dense trees and shrubs swallowed her whole, the townsfolk would return to their beds, sleep on their minds. Fyn had been one of those townsfolk. The ones who would turn their back once the bride had disappeared from his line of sight. Not once had he cons

She'd lectured Carlie at length about the mystical tribe and their bride quests. Supposedly, the Moon Ghosts could change themselves into jaguars, and using their stealth, stole girls as brides, leaving behind riches in their place. It would make a great movie, but Carlie was a realist. "Who are you and what do you want?" she asked, not expecting an answer. And she didn't technically get one, unless the little voice in her head counted. But it only said four words. To make you ours. It was the visual afterward, though, that sucked the breath right out of her. Panting, sweaty, limbs sliding over limbs, three bodies intertwined.

she said, leaving me speechless. She's used to seeing weird things in the spiritual aspect, so it wouldn't be a surprise to hear her see a ghost with her eyes. I don't have to doubt that because it could be possible. “How could there be someone who looks exactly like the long-lost mate of Silas?” I pondered with a heavy heart. “I figured out she's part of the bride that came for the selection,” she said while I tightened my grip, unable to believe my ears for that moment.

I’m quite scared of what to do and what not to do as I kept following behind them. We reached near a mountain almost the border of the village. The woman looked around, I immediately hid myself behind the big rock. She then brought the bride to a place looked like a stage she then tied the bride in that stage. She tied the bride’s hands above her head and her legs wide apart. Remembering the village elders saying sacrifice, I feared that the bride will be slaughtered and given as a sacrifice. That woman sprinkled some dark colour liquid over the bride. The bride who was silent for all this time suddenly made a loud scream.

True, the man could be terrifying and would probably do a deep background check on whoever he chose; he would be psychotic enough to do so. He reached for the contract as his Grandfather handed it to him, flipping it to the next page and seeing the terms of the marriage. He only had six months to find a bride and marry her! Also, she would be given a polygraph test along with a pelvic exam from an OBGYN of his choosing in order to qualify! Was his Grandfather insane? There was more to the contract, but all the words started to blur together. Todd was either having a panic attack or he was about to lose it and punch his Grandfather in the face. Either way, he had to get out of there. He stood

He even looked up to point at the ceiling, making Lyra follow with her eyes. Chills went down Lyra's spine. Even though she's literally with the creatures from down under, she won't be able to disrespect the Man that she has literally looked up to for so long. "A wedding won't be necessary," Derrick stated. "We can comply with how they do it here, and I know that Dame can help with that. A marriage contract is fine, right, Zin?" "Yup! That's what I saw online," the boy responded. "Marriage on paper, that's easy," Dame added. "This mortal body knows a lot about that."

“She doesn’t have long left. We just wanted her to have her wish.” “I know,” Luca replied, his voice softening. “That’s why I agreed to the ceremony. But Bianca is innocent. You don’t get to hurt her.” Another pause. “Try to do it again,” he warned quietly, “and I won’t forgive it.” My heart tightened. My suitcase slipped from my hand and crashed to the floor. So, this wedding— the wedding I poured my heart into— had been nothing but a lie. Never meant for me at all. I covered my mouth to stifle a sob, but the tears came anyway.

And I knew, only witches could help me with that. ‘Just wait for me my bride, I am coming for you.’ . Andrella’s POV . ‘Annie’ Who? Who is She? ‘Annie’ Whose voice is this? Who am I? ‘Where are you? Please come back!’ Exactly! Where am I? Anyone here? Hello? Help me… Help.. Help me, Please! “What kind of help do you need, young ghost?”, I gasped and turned toward, only to see an old woman standing behind me, with a smile on her face.

Silas Sterling had not arrived. "What should we do?" the priest hissed. "Keep going," Chloe commanded, her voice cold. The crowd's mockery grew louder. "Did he stand her up?" "Is even a dying beast too good for a Vance reject?" A drunken man from the front row—a guest Chloe recognized from the manor the night before—stood up and blocked the priest. "Let's have a toast for the bride!" he shouted, mocking her for "performing" a wedding with a ghost. "To the cheap replacement!"