Vampire Bride Novels & Stories

Red eyes meet with brown ones and they stare at each other. "You look a lot like Emperor Ariadne, but younger. Anyway, she said I will have to seek your permission to leave here, so be kind enough to grant me your permission, thank you. Let's first start with this invisible door in this room," she said pointing at the wall behind her. "No, you are not leaving here precious. I have chosen you as my bride. We will get married when you have come of age." "I am no one's bride flat nose," "Shouldn't you be thankful to me for saving you. You were dead and I brought you back to life so technically speaking you owe me your life and you will do as I say or else I will have to take back what I give...

And at the end of the day, when all was said and done, she again became, The Blood King's Bride. THE END.

I stroked his head and it's eyes closed, purring away. “That's Elisabeta.” Michael said as he gave me the glass of liquor and I let out a snort, laughing at the name. Elisabeta was Dracula's wife before he was turned into a vampire in the book. He sat down on the other couch opposite of me and eyed me curiously. “What do you want with me?” I blurted out and I hurriedly took a gulp from my drink. The liquor burned my throat and I let out a cough after swallowing the big gulp, tears stinging my eyes. After waiting for my cough fit to end, Michael finally spoke. “This is not the life I wanted for you, Beatrice.”

He raised an eyebrow as if to ask ‘Where do you think you're going? I blinked and swallowed hard. I obviously wasn't welcomed here so what was I to do? Join the assembly with their low hisses? He drew me against him and walked ahead like he owned the place. Knowing the kind of person he is, he probably did. His long, dark hair flowed behind him, his jewelry gleamed in the light of the hall. He was every inch royalty. Meanwhile, everyone else continued to stare. I could literally taste their hatred. “Is that the werewolf bride?”

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

the woman said weakly and with tears of blood streaming down her cheeks. “If you’re a vampire, why are you lying lifeless here?” Sierra asked. “I was his true bride and I served him every night for years. I learned of your existence recently and tried to flee but he caught me and killed me without mercy, leaving my body here to rot.” The woman explained. “Uh… I’m so sorry. He’s trying to force me to marry him but I’m not interested in your man so I’ll take my leave now” Sierra said with a nervous laugh.

"I'm here to help, sir. I intend to prove myself." Garrison smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Good. Because you're not here to sit around and twiddle your thumbs. You're here because we've got a killer who likes to dress women up as brides and leave them dead with a rose on their chest. We're up to six victims now. All young women, all found in various picturesque spots around town. No fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just bodies in wedding dresses and roses." Jane's stomach twisted. She had read about the Bride Killer in the papers, but hearing it described in such stark detail made it feel more real. More horrifying.

“I was the first turned by the original vampire and considered his son. Because of this, they called me prince, and the name stuck, but it is mostly because I am the oldest surviving vampire, and they know they can’t defeat me, so they treat me like royalty.” “Confident, aren’t you?” I mumbled. “I caught you off guard, did I not?” he accused. “If you had a bride, how can you claim that I am yours?” I pointed out, ignoring his comment. “When one bride dies, another eventually shows up to take their place.” He shared bored. “They always seem to have similarities to one another, yet different. Each time they come back stronger and more stubborn. You beat them all.” He chuckled. “Why would you n

Holding his damn breath, The King of Vampires stood at the entrance of the abandoned mansion as he silently watched his bride whose sole sight was enough to conjure a storm inside him. Vladimir imagined his bride to be everything sweet and innocent but never even in his wildest fantasies he had imagined her to be a psychopath who would be banging her fists on a mirror with a manic laugh. The way she was smiling at the sight of her blood told Vladimir that this wasn't the first time she had done this. The Vampire King had yearned to cross paths with his bride but he never expected their destinies to collide with such an intensity that will shake him to his very core