Novel & Cerita Underworld Bride Trials

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.

I got home after speaking to Winter at the club. She scared me for a second, just for a second because I didn't know if what she said was true. Was Hunter really a psychopath who was out to get my soul? His female targets never survive. Survive from what? From his amazing thick body and good stroking skills? I found it a bit funny. Because I knew if a stranger asked about me to people, they'll say horrible things first before mentioning the good attributes about me.

“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'

They stood at the altar with the priest, her hands in his, no bridesmaid, no groomsmen, while Roberto sat in the very front with a very pleased smile on his face. She did not hear all the things the priest was saying until he asked her if she was willing to take Jose as her loving husband. “Yes, I do,” she said with a shaky voice. “Jose Fernandez, do you take Mariana Elizabeth Gonzalez as your loving wife, to love her for better or for worse?” the priest asked Jose, and after a pregnant pause, he answered.

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!!!

And then a single clap broke it, my grandmother. She stood, slow and steady. “Well,” she said, voice rich and sharp, “I suppose betrayal is the new bridal theme.” The room cracked with uncomfortable laughter. Clarissa’s face faltered. I turned, back straight, bouquet slipping from my hand. “Enjoy your circus,” I said to them both. “You’ll need more than applause to survive the fallout.” Then I walked away. Not from the wedding. But from them. I found myself on the hotel balcony ten minutes later, my fists clenching together as I hit the cold rail, the skyline blurring behind my tears. My hands still smelled like roses and sugar and everything I’d planned for a future that no longer existed.

“The nursery child is named Under-Queen’s Charge. We support you.” The mother cried again. The father bowed. Talia’s arms ached with the ghost-weight of the child. Howell continued. “Three: the Marsh Trial. Navigate the warded fen. Read seams, break nets, and cross safely. Failure means disqualification. Her aunt—Amalia Graves—has been summoned to teach inheritance skills we cannot. Four hours. No more.” The point of this trial is clear. The Queen must ensure she can navigate the warded fen. Read and break seams and nets and return herself and her people as a guide to safety.

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?”