Underworld Bride Trials Novels & Stories

“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.

[PART II] "Do you take Vladimir Perazzo as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” The room fell into complete silence, save for the hushed whispers exchanged among the onlookers witnessing the most extravagant wedding ever held in the underworld. The silence weighed heavily on Vladimir, sending a shiver down his spine.

Hayden's only getting this chance because he's been groveling at my feet for years! That was when Jack stumbled in, looking like he had been through a war zone, clothes torn and face scratched up. He dropped to his knees before me. "Hayden, I messed up! I should never have gone after Holly, Wren, and Tracy! Please, I'm begging you! Call them off! Don't let them hit me again!" His plea sent shockwaves through the crowd. "What's that supposed to mean? Hayden sent someone rough him up?" "No way. He's not even going through with the wedding to Holly..."

“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!"

She grabbed my wrists harshly and hissed, “Repeat after me.” Fear closed around my throat. I nodded weakly. “I will try to become the Bride of the Century… or die trying.” Bride? For who? And what kind of twisted ceremony was this? Tears burned behind my eyes, but I forced the words out anyway. “I will try to become the Bride of the Century… or die trying.” A cruel smirk curved her lips. “I’m certain you won’t even survive the first test.” My blood ran cold. First test?

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."