Titan's Bride Novels & Stories

He made a dramatic pause and added, "From today onward, you shall be called Titan." The male serval tilted his head slightly. Juliana looked at her husband and smiled. "Titan and Nyra… they match perfectly."

he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

Everything had changed. As I wore the wedding gown Luca had picked out for me, my cousin's child came running over with an olive branch. "Aunt Giada, Uncle Luca told me to bring this to you!" I reached out and took it, only to see a note attached. "Giada, I know you're about to become my bride, but it still feels unreal. It's as if this is all a dream—and when I wake, I'll still be the one standing on the university field, secretly watching you walk beside Carlo."

Her chestnut tresses were styled in an intricate updo, woven with delicate baby's breath and adorned with a crown of lush wildflowers that seemed to glow with an inner luminescence. Her every step exuded an air of otherworldly beauty and confidence befitting of a blushing bride on her wedding day. Her striking features were partially obscured by a gauzy veil, but her full lips were curved into a serene smile and shyness. What truly brought a surge of relief to President Bolting was the sight of Serena trailing behind the bride, dressed in a similar flowing blue robe that was decidedly more modest yet no less stunning in its elegance. Her two-toned locks was styled in an elegant bridal updo w

They prayed to Helios to let the brides in until Solas’s anger calms down and Helios agreed because of his own growing fear. Every decade since then, Helios allowed the cave to open, and a bride was sent to Solas, hoping to placate him and protect the village from his fury. Each bride was a sacrifice, a desperate attempt to stave off destruction. But Solas, consumed by anger and bitterness, never touched a single woman sent by the villagers. Instead, he killed each bride and threw their bodies out of the cave, a grim testament to his unyielding rage and refusal to accept his banishment.

Her head pounded from the injury. Kira (to herself) "What happened? Why do I feel so weak?" "Where is the place" she looks around in confusion. [The door creaked open, and a figure entered.] The figure approached her saying "Seraphine, you should rest. The Festival is tonight." "Who are you?" "I'm Elara, the pack's healer. I've brought you medicine." Elara looked at her pitfully "take the medicine and you will be fine, your children are outside the door waiting for you"

“We’re both yours.” My heart pounded in my chest, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire. This couldn’t be real. It was too intense, too overwhelming, yet every sensation was so vivid, so impossibly real. The scent of pine and earth filled my nostrils, the heat of their bodies seeping into mine, grounding me in this surreal, intoxicating moment. Kaivan’s lips brushed against my temple, a soft kiss that sent another shiver through me. “We’re bound together, Didi. You know that, don’t you?”