The Vampire's Bride Novels & Stories

“You’re ready now, and I know you’ll do just fine.” *** All the mystical creatures you could find on this earth were gathered in the middle of the enchanted forest, waiting for the vampire bride to walk in at any moment, and then she began marching in with the beautiful birds singing magical songs to welcome her to the altar. Derick, the groom stood at the altar, along with his trusty best man, Edmund, who stood behind him.

“I welcome you dear one and your family. I know you have a lot of questions and I will surely give answers to the ones I know best of.” “Then please, what and who is a blood bride.” “Not what dear one, it's who? And you are right before us.” He stands and slowly comes down from his chair. “The Blood Bride is someone who has a powerful connection between both realms. The witches and the vampires, therefore being able to control whatever happens.” Of course something rises up, and this time I'm the Blood Bride? What more will they say I am in future. “Sorry, come again? I can do, what ?” my aunt hits my hands as she mouths “Don't ask stupid questions.”

a loud crash echoed through the room we were in, everyone screamed, it was a vampire, “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He said, Phoenix hid me behind him, “A wedding? How sweet. Who’s the lucky bride?’ I stayed behind Phoenix until I was grabbed; I screamed, causing Phoenix to turn around to see what was happening, “I have the bride.” The man said,

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

Briar asked, a glint in her eyes. “We were married the following day. Our families were overjoyed, and we traveled around Europe for six months. When we met, Isadora was 999 years old and only a year away from reaching the age at which vampires can have children. After being turned into vampires, they must wait until they are 1,000 years old to have children or bear them if they are women,” I explained. “So what turned the love story into a nightmare?” Briar asked as I chuckled. “I have no clue, really, um, one day when I woke up there, she was standing with the decapitated head of a servant spewing nonsense about someone wa-” I paused, remembering the scene.

Even Draven’s smile vanished. The old woman walked toward us, slow and careful. Tears filled her eyes. I stepped back. “W-What’s wrong?” She didn’t answer. When she was only a few feet away, she dropped to her knees. I froze. “W-What are you doing?” Her forehead nearly touched the stone. The courtyard went dead silent. I looked at Kai. His jaw was clenched. At Draven. For the first time, he wasn’t smiling. The old woman lifted her head. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned.”

the woman said weakly and with tears of blood streaming down her cheeks. “If you’re a vampire, why are you lying lifeless here?” Sierra asked. “I was his true bride and I served him every night for years. I learned of your existence recently and tried to flee but he caught me and killed me without mercy, leaving my body here to rot.” The woman explained. “Uh… I’m so sorry. He’s trying to force me to marry him but I’m not interested in your man so I’ll take my leave now” Sierra said with a nervous laugh.

I asked. Brigid hesitated. She turned her gaze away. “There’s one time a vampire’s instincts won’t allow them to kill. During sex. The drive to breed overpowers the natural hunger instincts.” I felt the blood drain from my face as I watched Brigid turn from me without another word. “It’s up to you…” she said, not looking back. “But it’s the only way.” Then Brigid stepped outside and the door fell shut behind her.

the voice called out to Vincent. Vincent clenched his jaw. “Close it,” he instructed Camela, gesturing towards the coffin. But the figure quickly reached out, gripping the edge of the coffin. “It's too late for that.” The Bride stepped forward from the shadows, her veil fluttering as if moved by a non-existent breeze. “She awakens when the bargain changes,” the Bride said gently. “And the bargain has changed.” Camela’s voice trembled. “What bargain?” The figure in the coffin turned its gaze back to her. “You don’t know?” It let out a rough, shaky laugh. “Oh… how perfect.”

The air was thick with anticipation as Ethan stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on the entrance, waiting for his bride to appear. A hushed silence fell over the courtyard as the bride, ethereal in her beauty, made her grand entrance. Ava, Ethan's beloved sister and his most trusted confidante, walked beside her, her smile radiating warmth and love. The guests marveled at the sight, captivated by the bride's grace and the palpable love that enveloped the couple. The ceremony proceeded, guided by the words of the pack elders, who spoke of love, commitment, and the sacred bond shared by werewolves. Ethan and his bride exchanged vows, their voices filled with sincerity and devotion, pledging to