The Vampire's Bride Novels & Stories

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

The Vampire sat up from the bed, and walked to where he heard the loose and scared whimpers. “Gotcha!” Ambrose laughed, bending under the bed before he dragged the young girl out from under the bed, and held her up against him, a mirror in front of them showed the both of them. With Ambrose behind her laughing sinisterly, inhaling her scent that was filled with fear. Yes, fear was what got him off before he feeds on his prey. He kissed the neck of the young woman who cried. “Please don’t..k..kill me, I will.. do anything.” The young woman cried. Her heart was low in her stomach, she was really scared but she tried so hard not to show the night creature that she was scared.

On some days, a bride is simply fortunate. “I didn’t think the vamps were going to accept my deal.” His voice sounded more like that of a beast than that of a man. Deep. Rumbling. He leaned against the wall in front of her and folded his strong arms across his chest. His dark eyes, nearly black in appearance, skimmed over her once more. With a shake of his head, he mumbled, "A true fucking princess. I'm going to be damned." Probably. They'd be all of them. That's why they were monsters in the first place. Though she hadn't had much of a choice because she was one of the rare vamps who had been born to the blood's call.

The bridegroom wasn't a simple guy from our countryside like my sister preferred, she always wanted a simple life where she would be managing the household and looking after kids while her husband earned their livelihood. However, this was not the case, her husband-to-be was a lord, our small village fell under his estate. He was the great Vampire Lord, child of the night, a nocturnal being. The wedding would also be held at night instead of the morning like it usually happened. Even the wedding gown wasn't white.

Then I heard something that stopped my breath entirely. "I want to choose a bride who can sit beside me and rule," the king said, his expression turning serious in a way that made the whole garden seem to still. "Since the Goddess has decided to leave me without a mate, I have no choice left. There is no strong Alpha without one — not truly. A king without a mate is a kingdom without a foundation." He wanted a bride? Wasn't every Lycan destined to find one, bound by fate itself? I'd always believed the old stories — that every wolf walked toward a mate they were always meant to find, the way rivers walked toward the sea.

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

Edwardo noticed this but he acted like he did not know anything about it he pulled the zipper and he helped her pull the gown, instinctively his hands went to the hook of her braziers and he unhooked it as he took it off. Rosie turned to face her husband and she could see the overwhelming lust and desire in his eyes,his hand cupped one of her breast and she moaned out loud without even thinking. he dropped his head low and trailed kisses down from her neck down to her breast before he came back up to her lips,at this time Rosie was already a moaning mess as she clung to his neck,her legs had suddenly turned into jelly and she knew that she had to hold unto her husband so as not to fall.

It was all confusing, where would he start to look for her? In the vampire's kingdom? Or here in the Lycan clan. It was just confusing and he was greatly confused. When he got to where Lucian's vampire bride was, his mate's smell was concentrated on her. No, it was coming from her. He was taken off guard. What was that? His mate was his best friend's bride.

Aidan was beyond pissed that the vampire brides left behind on the property weren’t eliminated as per the scheduled time. While they were easy pickings for his men, they outnumbered them. Vampires had always been nasty for him, even in business. The new facility had to be constructed according to schedule so they could expand operations right away.

household knew about her being in love with Brixton. They were unaware of this. It was a long way from the mansion to the castle. Luckily Brixton was already out with his father gathering groceries. Helena walked down the street to the grocery store where Brixton and his father were. She had tears and mascara running down her beautiful face. Immediately Brixton noticed her tear filled eyes. "Brixton, I, I need a place to live for a while. At least for a few days. Is there any possibility I can catch a ride with you and go to your home? Please? I'd really appreciate it if I could." Brixton started to say yes. But his father was close by listening to their conversation. He broke into the conv