Vampire Bride Novels & Stories

The darkness loomed around her as she fell. Roots whipped against her arms, binding her wrists. The air was thick with the scent of blood and damp soil. Camela felt her breath caught in her throat as she twisted, but each movement dragged her further down. “Vincent! Elias! Is anyone there…?” Her shout echoed back, swallowed by the pit. Then she heard a faint yet piercing voice carried through the roots—The First Bride “No one can hear you here, except for me. Just me,” the First Bride whispered.

"We are mated to each other, alright? You have become my bride since we met." "Yes…" "What is her name?" "Huh?" Luna asked, acting confused. "You know what I am talking about. What is her name?" Luna lowered her eyes. "Alexa. Her name is Alexa." "Good," he said. "About being your bride, I haven’t even thought about it." Luna said, her heart racing. Being the bride of a vampire and the bride of a werewolf at the same time was going to be hard. She had accepted Adrian, and there was no way she was going to accept Ashford too. It was going to be hard trying to keep up with two personalities.

Vampire? "Bride! My bride! Our bride!" I know who he talks about. Elena. I look straight into her eyes. "He is here. He says you are our bride." She looks at me with loving eyes. "Amazing! I have never heard of someone like you before. You have your wolf and a vampire inside of you, and yet you haven't gone crazy. You are different from a child born between a werewolf and a vampire. You are something new entirely."

When her hair tumbled forward like a river of silk, there was no escaping it. The Scarlet Vampire pulled a player into her arms, and they surrendered completely, believing the NPC had fallen for them. Even after their blood was drained, a contented smile stayed on their face. Meanwhile, the Ghost Bride's presence was unmatched. With a single glance from her mournful eyes, players fell under her spell, willingly letting themselves be consumed by the ethereal folds of her white veil. Each bride shone in her own way, captivating viewers completely. "This is the true art of killing!"

Ambar inquired. "My bride." Vladimir whispered while a gust of breath left his lips. "Your what?" Amber asked, surprised by his answer. "I met a weird witch a few days ago. She told me to go to your Queendom. She told me that I will find my bride here, I have searched everywhere but she is not here. Can't find her, it's driving me mad." Vladimir pulled at his midnight black hair in frustration. He looked far away from the self-controlled, sophisticated Vampire.

Then came the worst part. Something clamped down on the bride’s face. Arah could hear jaws grinding with a guttural squelch. Her stomach twisted as jagged indentations tore into flesh. Bones crunched beneath unseen teeth. The bride’s agonized scream merged with the wet, sloppy sounds of skin ripping. Blood sprayed, spattering the ground and toppled chairs as the bride’s flesh vanished in mangled chunks. Around Arah, people screamed, pressing back against the shrub walls. They clutched each other in horror, not even minding the presence of the other vampire brides.

I said flatly, trying to get straight to the point. “Clearly,” he replied with a raised brow. “you may Speak Alpha” I stepped forward. “Four of my warriors were found dead in the forest, with their hearts ripped out and No trace of a wolf, No natural predator, no scent or clues But there was one thing…” I let the silence drag. Then dropped it. “—a vampire trespasser was caught Three days before a body was found, and the prisoner escaped, he had Crimson Crescent markings. My brides clan.” The tension snapped through the room.

With reverence, he began to recite the sacred vows that would bind Gabby and me together in holy matrimony. "Gabriella Gomez, do you take Kyra Wilder to be your lawfully wedded wife, 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 to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do," Gabby's voice, filled with emotion, rang out clear and resolute, her eyes locked with mine, a silent promise etched in their depths.

On some days, a bride is simply fortunate. “I didn’t think the vamps were going to accept my deal.” His voice sounded more like that of a beast than that of a man. Deep. Rumbling. He leaned against the wall in front of her and folded his strong arms across his chest. His dark eyes, nearly black in appearance, skimmed over her once more. With a shake of his head, he mumbled, "A true fucking princess. I'm going to be damned." Probably. They'd be all of them. That's why they were monsters in the first place. Though she hadn't had much of a choice because she was one of the rare vamps who had been born to the blood's call.