Underworld Bride Trials Novels & Stories

Serena tried one last time. "If you think that matters to me, you are sadly mistaken. I don't care who you signed your marriage license with. You still belong to me as long as I live. Now enough chitchatting. Come over here and get on your knees," Shane grinned and stepped back. Serena stood up and started to walk to him, but he held his hand up. "No, don't walk over to me. Crawl." She quietly obeyed and crawled over to him. Shane took off his robe, and she found herself staring at his disgusting cock.

“A trial marriage.” Adrian narrowed his eyes. “A what?” The councilman smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Using a contract marriage, You will marry both Candice and Kayla for a trial period. The first woman to give you an heir will become your official Luna while the other would be sent back..” Dead silence. I couldn’t breathe and felt physically ill. Because I knew the one thing no one else in this room knew. I couldn’t have children. If I agreed to this trial marriage, I was doomed from the start.

“You’re not here to charm her. Or scare her. You’re here because the moon chose her. And the Trials start now.” Later that night, Ava found herself alone in the Trial chamber. The room shimmered with enchantment—floor to ceiling mirrors, ancient weapons sealed behind glass, and runes pulsing along the walls. The five heirs stood in a half-circle, each given a sealed envelope. Xander held up a silver dagger. “Trial One: The Hunt.” He tossed the dagger into the air—then drove it down into the map of the surrounding forest. “You have until sunrise. You hunt her. She survives, she passes. But if anyone draws blood…” His eyes scanned each alpha. “You’re disqualified. Or dead.”

I was just about to march up to him and confront him for his disappearing act when I heard his subordinate, Anthony Johnson, ask, "Are you really going to organize a fake wedding ceremony, then abandon Cassandra on the wedding day and broadcast indecent photos of her for all to see?" "That's not all I'm going to do. Emilia and I will have a grand wedding ceremony for us on that day, too. I want to let Cassandra watch us get married," Rocco declared nonchalantly. "It's just to teach her a lesson. She has no one but her brother to blame since he bullied Emilia." Anthony chuckled. "The groom doesn't show up, and indecent photos of her get released. She'll definitely be utterly humiliated. What'

With her smile intact, she led Ana Sophia to the door; the large chapel doors were flung open by two guards with loaded rifles at their sides. Seeing that the door was open, the crowd turned to look at her and gasped in awe of her beauty. The people invited to her wedding were high dignitaries, politicians, mafia lords, and rich capitalists, all seated there happily watching her walk into fire. After scanning the crowd, she looked forward to see the man she was about to marry. She held her breath at the sight of him; she could not lie to herself, he was a gorgeous man, contrary to her expectations, but his ruthless reputation had canceled his gorgeousness. His neatly combed black hair, his t

It was very messy to try something like that, I didn’t even know the power many of them held, I couldn’t mess with them and I also didn’t know how to differentiate from human, wolf and witch. The underworld was a weird place, a place where you had to be thinking all the time to make it out alive and I got that from staying a few hours here. “I’ll always find you,bride” he said, holding an intense expression that sent chills down my spine. Bride!!!

Her hands fell away from his chest. Anger bloomed—sharp, acidic. “That’s not fair.” “No, it isn’t. But neither is what they asked of you.” She stared at him, lips parted, waiting. He finally exhaled. A slow, bitter sound. “They want you to face the trials,” he said at last, voice like stone cracking. “Ancient rites. Sacred tests. If you survive them, they’ll accept the pregnancy.” “And if I don’t?”

The Shadow Emissary glided forward, its form rippling like disturbed water. "The claim is valid," it intoned. "However, a revenant may only reclaim her dowry if she proves she is not merely a ghost. The claimant must undergo the Three Trials of Life." A collective gasp shattered the room. Even the living feared what the Trials did to a soul. The marble floor groaned. A massive mirror rose from beneath it, pushing through stone like it was liquid. Its surface rippled like black mercury. It didn't reflect the Council. It reflected nothing but void.

“And I don’t want you sick. Not yet.” She climbed in, staying on the far edge. The furs were warm from his body. She could feel him even without touching, his heat, his presence, the steady thump of his heart. He rolled onto his side to face her. Inches separated them. His eyes caught every flicker of candlelight. “Tomorrow the pack will test you,” he said. “They hate the idea of a human bride. They’ll want proof you’re worth the risk.” “What kind of proof?”

"W⁠hen we​ la⁠n‍d, the gam⁠e​ c⁠han⁠ges. We are​n't just su⁠rvi‍ving. We are⁠ hunting." ⁠I look​ed down at​ our joined hands‌, feeling⁠ the heat‍ of his skin.‍ The unwanted bride an⁠d the r⁠uthless​ heir, boun​d together by a co⁠ntract written in gr‌eed, but for‌ged into something en‌t‌i‍rely differ⁠ent by fire and blo⁠o⁠d. I nod‍ded, a co​ld resolve settling over my h⁠eart as the p⁠lan‍e pitched forward, diving into the whit​e‌-o​ut of​ th⁠e S‍wi‍ss storm below.