Underworld Bride Trials Novels & Stories

"Oh, now it's OUR party? Where was that energy when she was playing bride?" The laughter faded. Whispers kicked up. Some people even tried to smooth it over. I didn't care. Scooped up the ring he'd ditched, turned to the crowd. "You all saw it. Warren Anderson just broke the engagement. I'm not marrying a guy just because my mom arranged it before she died." Then I stared him down. "Sure, it's not flashy. It's taaffeite—super rare. My family heirloom. But yeah... you're right. You don't deserve it."

"They must've bribed you! Let us in! Marco is the real heir!" "Bribed?" The guard let out a cold snort, slamming the butt of his gun on the ground. "In this territory, Principessa Giulia Verdi's word is law. Disrespect the heiress again, and today becomes your last day on earth." Marco looked like he'd been struck by lightning. His knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground, muttering to himself. "It's a mistake... has to be a mistake... my mafia empire..." Marco's bloodshot eyes suddenly locked onto me, bursting with one last flash of insane fervor.

“You do believe that, right?” “I know you can. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.” He kissed me. Deep. Thorough. “And after you pass all three trials, I’m going to marry you properly. Human ceremony and everything.” My heart stuttered. “Marry me?” “Obviously. You’re my mate. My bond. My forever.” He kissed me again. “But first, you need to survive Monday.” “What’s the first trial?” “Can’t tell you. Rules.” He pulled me closer. “But I will tell you this. It’s physical. And it’s going to hurt. A lot.”

"I don't need to be prepared. I just need to prove I'm not your enemy." "Very well." Thomas gestured, and two massive doors at the back of the chamber swung open. "The Council recognizes your challenge. You will face three trials—Combat, Control, and Truth. Pass all three, and you will be officially recognized as Luna of the Shadowmoon Pack, with all rights and protections that entails." "And if I fail?" "Then you will be exiled from all North American territories. The mate bond will be severed by Council decree. And Alpha King Dante Russo will be given thirty days to find a new mate or forfeit his position."

No healer has ever been able to tell why. And then, one night, they came for Mama. They broke down our door, and Arlo dragged me to the cellar where the herbs and spices were kept, hoping their strong scent would hide me. I didn’t see what happened. I only heard Mama and Papa fighting back. By dawn, Arlo and I were orphans. Mama’s stories were true after all. They take women—daughters, sisters, wives, mothers—any human female they believe can still bear children. Their own are barren, their bloodlines dying.

“Welcome to the Breeding Festival. Ten chosen vessels. Five elite breeders. The women will compete in trials of endurance, submission, and fertility. The ultimate winner will be publicly bred by all five champions — claimed, filled, and honored as the Festival Queen.” Serena’s thighs pressed together. She was already wet. The first trial began immediately. The women were told to stand in a line, robes open at the front. Five masked men — the elite breeders — walked along the line, inspecting each woman. They squeezed breasts, fingered pussies, tested how quickly each woman became soaked. When the tallest, most commanding breeder reached Serena, he pushed two thick fingers deep inside her wit

Joana was briefly surprised, but then she let out a scoff and uttered disdainfully, "Wow, what a great act you're putting on! Who would've thought that you would purposely hire an actor to pretend to be your lawyer in your bid to marry into our family? You sure spared no expense! "Well, too bad for you! We already gave you an opportunity to retake the test, but you didn't appreciate it! This method won't work on us anymore! We have our pride too, so either you pay the compensation, or I send you to prison!"

At 10:00 am the next morning, the island sunlight was blinding. The wedding venue was extravagantly luxurious. A towering champagne display reflected shards of golden light while business elites and socialites mingled beneath the floral arches. I stood at the end of the aisle wearing a gray bridesmaid dress. Laughter and whispers drifted around me from time to time. "Look at that. The actual fiancee got shoved into a bridesmaid dress. That's a new one." "Trevor's really gone too far this time. He's humiliating Helena in front of everyone."

There was dried blood at her temple, and part of her hair was stuck to it. I dropped to a crouch beside her, my knees soaking through instantly. "Hey." My voice came out rougher than I meant it to. Nothing. I pressed two fingers to her throat and held my breath. It was faint and uneven, but it was there. I checked the road in both directions. Like what the hell. What kind of thing is this. No skid marks. No wreckage. Nothing to explain a woman in a torn wedding dress lying half a mile from the nearest house, on a road most people in this city didn't know existed.

Andrew lowered the glass, accepted a file, and then raised it back up. "I'll be straightforward, Miss Alice, your past or ex has nothing to do with me. You are my present and could be my future if you adhere to the specified conditions," Andrew explained, extending the file to her. "Excuse me?" Alice took the file, her expression showing confusion as she flipped through its contents. "This is a marriage contract for one year. Your challenge is to demonstrate that you are the most eligible to be Andrew Kingston's wife during this time," Andrew announced with pride, prompting Alice to ponder.