Titans Bride Novels & Stories

Bay defused before it became an argument. "I want him out of my way. He is obstructing me and the princess. I know she loves me, she is only cajoled by that Tideian's grandeur. I want him dead, Roan, why is it taking so long to accomplish this aim? He's on his way to two thousand years old and we still haven't been able to kill him, why?" Titan was nearly in tears. It seems all his plan has failed or would fail even before they're put in motion. At the end of the day, that tricky Tideian would escape alive.

Dear Nevaeh, I know you hate the fact that we have sent you over to the beasts but this arrangement is more than you just being a bride. Our small village depends on this treaty for survival. Please do whatever you can to make sure our alliance with the beasts is not broken. I know you love your parents and your sister Paisley. You’re doing this for them too. You’ll forever be appreciated and honored. ~Silas

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

She was wearing a sleeveless hoodie and black cargo pants. She turned slowly when she heard me approaching. Her grey eyes were piercing and sharp. "Well, well," she drawled lazily. "The bride's up." I blinked. "And you are?" She popped her gum. "Rayne. With a 'y', not an 'i'. Try to remember that if I ever have to kill someone for you." I squinted. "Comforting." She grinned, her tongue poking her cheek. "You're smaller than I expected. But the attitude makes sense."

I couldn't help the anger that continued to fill me at the sight of her still trembling body. “And may the eternal flow of the moon river bless this union…” the priest droned on. His voice suddenly sharpened. “Prince Eilis Caravia, Feral wolf of levia. Do you take Lady Raven Dearna to be your lawfully wedded wife? To cherish and to protect, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?” “I do.” My voice was firm and clear. “And do you, Lady Raven Dearna, take prince Eilís of Caravia, feral wolf of levia, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To honour and support, to love and to cherish in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?”

Spending one more time in that place would have made Titan take over and rip them into pieces. Titan howls in my head at the betrayal of it all. He does not use words. It is a pure, keening sound of agony, the sound of a wolf who has hurt its mate. He had mourned the absence of our mate for weeks, had mourned our broken bond, but nothing had broken him more than knowing that his instinct had always been right. He had never liked Roxy, not once. Titan had played a crucial role in ensuring that Roxy and I never got intimate during my marriage to Rhea. I admit there were times I almost crossed those lines, but Titan would howl, growl, and gnash so fiercely that I would get so frustrated and ret

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

Keenan declared in a happy tone, his face however, contradicting the tone of his own voice as he had a dark look cascading his features. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Brittney. ” Titus bowed to Ella, showing his chivalrous side and added a slight flirting tone to mix up his words portraying his casanova side. “Brittney Hugh.. I mean Brittney Reeves” Ella reciprocated Titus’s greeting with her own however declaring her alias which she was forced to carry by her stepmother. Titus smirked at her, and pulled Keenan into the crowd of people who were in the middle of the spacious villa dancing to the music, leaving Ella to pounder alone to her thoughts.

“I don’t even know what to say. Ty is working overnight across from us, and you’re here drawing overnight. What are you two doing? Torturing yourselves?” “Of course not. I’m just trying to finish my drafts so that I can have fun later.” “Have fun? You’re going to suffer if you have too much fun.” Nancy showed Carol her phone. “Look. He has another admirer.” The photo had Titus and a familiar-looking woman going to a hotel. Carol frowned. “Who’s that?” “You’re so behind the times. This is Snow Jenkins, an actress who has gotten really popular lately. She’s the female lead of that popular show called Searching For My Bride.”

Then he said the most unexpected thing anyone could say in such a time as this. “Marry me.” I gaped. I blinked up at my mate. Titus just took a step closer. “We are going to finish this and get married. We will have each other’s marks and you will be Luna and Queen of Vamos. Allow me the pleasure, Sabrina.” “Y-yes… yes.” I stuttered out, suddenly out of breath. I felt like I was suddenly knocked out of air as he proclaimed all of that just like that. But I am so not complaining. This is just…