The Strongest Bride On Earth Novels & Stories

“No, just some drunk, oblivious girl who thinks everyone wants her. There’re many of that kind of woman in this town. Mine, on the other hand, is completely opposite of that. She’s kind, generous and very intelligent.” “Luck is on your side. My bride resembles a robot. She just goes through the motions and bends over backward to impress me.” And he starts it up again. “This bride of yours sounds to be quite an equal to you. Not to mention, I have an impression that she keeps you on your toes.” “We’re more similar than you can imagine and even though she’s perfect in so many ways, we have our arguments.”

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.

I replied still very much confused at where all these was heading to. "Jade and Melinda, these two prestigious guests of ours are Mr Luca Greco and Mrs Gabriela Greco. They are very respected and powerful people in the society" Father announced to me. "Oh. It is a pleasure meeting you both" I gave a slight bow. "The pleasure is all ours. You are so polite. You will definitely make a wonderful bride for Luciano" Mrs Gabriela smiled. At that moment my jaws dropped and it felt like the entire air had been sucked out of my body. They had been talking about my marraige all along!

She is a white witch, one of the strongest witches to ever exist. But I am not afraid because I am also one of the strongest witches. I control the earth and I can summon the earth sword. A dangerous sword that can render witches and wizards useless for 10 years, and leave them to groan in pain and become weak. And that's if I can penetrate them with the sword in the fight. Mara POV

Any sacrifice would be worth it to get that jade pendant and have the chance to become the strongest in the world. She could just kill Henry after that. "Okay," Martha replied reluctantly. "I'm sending Jamie Marsh, our great elder, with you. No matter how strong Henry is, he's just a Grandmaster. Jamie can finish him off in a heartbeat. You'll be perfectly safe." "Thank you, Master!" Martha nodded. She understood Henry's strength; he was stronger than her. However, he was still only a peak-stage Grandmaster, who was no match for Jamie. Jamie was the second strongest in the Horizon Clan, right after Alisa. She had recently advanced as an Earthly Immortal, making her incredibly powerful. Unles

Bob asked. “Ah! I know! These girls are having a party to celebrate her upcoming nuptials!” Lou said. “Oh! I see!” Bob responded. “Well, in that case, you’ve come to the right place. Our town’s brides also celebrate before their marriage. But we call it a Bride Fight.” I blinked a few times. “Bride Fight?” “Well, you see, before any broad gets married here, she’s gotta engage in a duel with a giant chicken.” Jasmine and Paige stifled laughter behind their hands. “Seriously?” Paige asked.

His strong hands returned to her waist, lathering her beneath the water with a skill that made her want to cry out, yet he cruelly avoided her most sensitive places. “Listen carefully, Caelia,” he said, his voice deep and commanding, his large hands caressing her hips with deliberate ease. “There was once a young woman from a now extinct tribe. She found herself with child against her will. Hating the father and consumed by despair, she wandered into the sands to die alone.”

The darkness loomed around her as she fell. Roots whipped against her arms, binding her wrists. The air was thick with the scent of blood and damp soil. Camela felt her breath caught in her throat as she twisted, but each movement dragged her further down. “Vincent! Elias! Is anyone there…?” Her shout echoed back, swallowed by the pit. Then she heard a faint yet piercing voice carried through the roots—The First Bride “No one can hear you here, except for me. Just me,” the First Bride whispered.

She mused, peering at me with content amusement. “I…I… do not understand. Your Majesty.” I stuttered, oblivious of what she was saying. She halted in front of me, peering at me with a smirk. “During my own time,” she began. “I connected to the one power as easily as buttter sticking on bread. I broke a record. The youngest person to embrace the source and thus named the strongest breed of the previous century.” She paused, scoffing as if something came to mind. “Morgana is the strongest breed of this century and just like her and I. Everyone who has a source or even the tiniest link to the one power has something in common.”

It had been a constant reminder of how easily life can turn for the worst, as it has for the people in the past. Traditionally, the choosing would happen in the morning. In the village square, the townsfolk would adorn the hair of the next demon's bride with white baby's breath flowers. They would have the bride walk from up the wooden platform where the metal concave mirror was placed and have them light the torch. 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.