Titan's Bride Novels & Stories

But according to the books I've read, this could pass as one. "Temple of Solterra." Interest surely gleamed in my eyes. "Really?" He smiled and led me inside. It wasn't long when an elder man wearing all white went to us. "I'm glad that you have decided to visit our temple again, Your Highness," he said with such an impossible soothing voice for a man his age. "And who is this beautiful lady with you?" "He is Ophelia, senior brother. She is my bride." I was shocked of what Demitri said. He didn't even told it yet to his parents, and now he's spreading the news outside the palace?

The air buzzed with activity as decorators, caterers, and event planners worked tirelessly to transform the beach into a breathtaking wedding venue. On the wedding day, the beach was adorned with pristine white decorations, flowers of various hues, and elegant drapery that billowed in the gentle sea breeze. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the gathering. The guests, a mix of Andersons and Laos, filled the seats in anticipation of the union between Felix and Charlotte.

"Dear Clara! Why are you here already? Weren’t you tired from preparing the Traditional Hunt all day?" “I am!” Clara tilted her head cutely. "But… I just couldn’t leave you ladies alone with no fun when I know you must have missed the Hunt!" She smiled, placing the big box on the table. The Lunas cast subtle glances at Leah, looking for jealousy on the young bride’s face at the differential treatment, and were surprised to see her nonchalantly sipping the served tea. “Alas… a Hunt after all these years and no Ceremonial Run,” Luna Laurent scoffed, adjusting her shawl. “What kind of royal marriage is that… if only….”

“You know,” Titan murmurs, his voice unusually quiet, “I waited so long for my mate that I almost convinced myself I never had one.” Maxine blinks. “What? How could that be? From everything you’ve told me—” “I know.” His gaze drifts away from hers. “But ever since I was a child… There were rumours.” A knot formed in Maxine’s stomach. “What kind of rumours?” For several seconds, Titan remains silent. His eyes lowered to the polished wooden desk between them. When he finally speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper. “A prophecy.”

I am Aria Vitale. I am the director of the Vitale Foundation and a member of the operational board and the woman who tends the garden called Tuesday and the mother of a girl who is going to know from the earliest age that the world is full of things worth building if you are willing to be patient with them. I did not choose the beginning of this story. I chose everything after it. I would choose it all again. Every chapter. The difficult ones too. Especially those. End of The Vitale Bride

"I'm here to help, sir. I intend to prove myself." Garrison smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Good. Because you're not here to sit around and twiddle your thumbs. You're here because we've got a killer who likes to dress women up as brides and leave them dead with a rose on their chest. We're up to six victims now. All young women, all found in various picturesque spots around town. No fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just bodies in wedding dresses and roses." Jane's stomach twisted. She had read about the Bride Killer in the papers, but hearing it described in such stark detail made it feel more real. More horrifying.

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.

The sudden wet heat that soaked through his trousers and pressed against me. “Titan…” “What? I’m just being observant,” he says with a grin. “He’s gay. No doubt about it. But let’s be honest, what guy wants to stick around after that? Coming in under thirty seconds just from some grinding? That’s quick, even for a virgin.” “What the fuck do you want?” I snap. Titan chuckles and finishes his drink. “Work it out, genius. He’s never actually fucked those women. He’s just playing the role. And you…” He gives a little mock clap. “You gave him his first real mind-blowing orgasm without even trying. Bravo.”

It was funny that once upon time she used to bully this human girl badly and today she was afraid of her. “Daniela found her fated mate before her marriage to Gideon was fixed. They mated and she got pregnant. To hide her sin and escape the wrath of her parents and Uncle George and Gideon, she planed to make herself kidnapped. Her mate was warrior head of his pack. He wanted to take her into his pack. But Daniela denied. She was never satisfied with his position. She wanted the Luna title. she regretted involving with him, mating with him. She wanted to reject him. She even intended to abort her child.”

Beneath the illustration was a line of ancient text, which he translated in a trembling voice: "The blood of the First Bride shall open the Final Gate." I froze. The first bride... Rose. "Rose, aren't you—" But Lucien shook his head slowly, shutting down my theory. "No." Every eye in the room—including Rose’s—snapped to him. "Not Rose," Lucien said firmly. I frowned, completely bewildered. "Then who? History says Rose was the bride who was sacrificed!" Lucien smiled thinly, his gaze practically stripping my soul bare. "You are the real First Bride."