The Vampire's Bride Novels & Stories

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

When her hair tumbled forward like a river of silk, there was no escaping it. The Scarlet Vampire pulled a player into her arms, and they surrendered completely, believing the NPC had fallen for them. Even after their blood was drained, a contented smile stayed on their face. Meanwhile, the Ghost Bride's presence was unmatched. With a single glance from her mournful eyes, players fell under her spell, willingly letting themselves be consumed by the ethereal folds of her white veil. Each bride shone in her own way, captivating viewers completely. "This is the true art of killing!"

Vlandimir scoffed for a cunning grandson like Damien,who came when he only wanted something it was pretty obvious. “Grandfather you see, I have a bride at home..” Bride!! Vladimir had a look of disbelief, Damien had a bride at home. “You’ve proposed to the girl, what race is she from..” “I’ve not but I like to call her my bride, and her race is complicated..” “She’s part elf and part angel..” “Unacceptable..”Vladimir roared

“I was the first turned by the original vampire and considered his son. Because of this, they called me prince, and the name stuck, but it is mostly because I am the oldest surviving vampire, and they know they can’t defeat me, so they treat me like royalty.” “Confident, aren’t you?” I mumbled. “I caught you off guard, did I not?” he accused. “If you had a bride, how can you claim that I am yours?” I pointed out, ignoring his comment. “When one bride dies, another eventually shows up to take their place.” He shared bored. “They always seem to have similarities to one another, yet different. Each time they come back stronger and more stubborn. You beat them all.” He chuckled. “Why would you n

By the time the sun rises, I’m a quarter of the way through the book, up to the part where the blood god gave Asmodeus the eight, unbreakable vampire laws. Despite my best efforts, I fall asleep before I can read all the laws, but the first on sticks with me. *A vampire can not claim another’s bride as his own.

She said and I frowned. Dracula?, like the devil?, the father of vampires? "My master's bride has returned and the promise of dominion by the witches has began."

“Enough. It’s time to put you in your place my young bride.” I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew it wasn’t good. I inched my way to the window. I took my eyes off him for only a second to assess my chances of escaping through it when he grabbed me with lightning speed and pulled me to him. His grip was so strong and firm I couldn’t help thinking how foolish I was to imagine I could ever escape him. “Your mother promised you for my vampire bride. It’s time you make good on that promise,” he said just before sinking his strong white fangs deep into my neck.

The hallway went utterly still. Morgan's hand hung in the air, papers extended. Adrian didn't take them. He stood there, staring at the divorce agreement, and his eyes turned cold. That chill — the kind only a vampire could produce — radiated from him in waves, pressing down on the air around us. "Emily just gave birth." His voice was low. "This isn't the time." Morgan didn't waver. "On the contrary. Now is exactly the time."

He replied casually and left. I was left in shock after hearing what the vampire just told me. Sure, he mentioned me being his bride from the other side. But I didn't expect that the wedding would happen right away. I just woke up from traveling with the other side and drinking blood for the first time. It looks like I don't have a choice but to wear this white dress since I'm at the mercy of that vampire. So I take off my clothes and change into a bridal dress. It's a perfect fit and I bet it looks good on me. So I look for a mirror but I don't see any inside this room.

I stroked his head and it's eyes closed, purring away. “That's Elisabeta.” Michael said as he gave me the glass of liquor and I let out a snort, laughing at the name. Elisabeta was Dracula's wife before he was turned into a vampire in the book. He sat down on the other couch opposite of me and eyed me curiously. “What do you want with me?” I blurted out and I hurriedly took a gulp from my drink. The liquor burned my throat and I let out a cough after swallowing the big gulp, tears stinging my eyes. After waiting for my cough fit to end, Michael finally spoke. “This is not the life I wanted for you, Beatrice.”