Vampire's 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.

The hallway went utterly still. Morgan's hand hung in the air, papers extended. Adrian didn't take them. He stood there, staring at the divorce agreement, and his eyes turned cold. That chill — the kind only a vampire could produce — radiated from him in waves, pressing down on the air around us. "Emily just gave birth." His voice was low. "This isn't the time." Morgan didn't waver. "On the contrary. Now is exactly the time."

But I was trying not to look at her red curls. I was looking at the bride. What a gorgeous sight, really. I knew she was a vampire; I could see her real appearance, yet despite that, she took my breath away. A white veil, lacy flowers on her golden hair...she was radiating temptation with her every move, and nobody could escape. Even the holy thrall was affected, judging by how much time he spent trying to pull his robe forward. And she knew that, the bitch. “Do you, Daughter of Light, take this man...”

For The Last Christmas A The Vampire’s Bride Christmas Bonus Zaira sat crouched in front of the high walls that surrounded the old manor. According to some very reliable sources, this particular vampire had chosen the most obvious of clichés and decided to reside in an old castle that scared the crap out of even the most badass hunters.

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!"

The vampire and his bride part 1 Aurora's heart pounded in her chest as the maids guided her down the dimly lit corridors of the castle. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the ancient stone walls, creating an almost otherworldly atmosphere that sent shivers down her spine. She could hardly believe the events that had led to this moment. Just hours ago, she had stood beside Lucian in a ceremony that seemed like a surreal dream, her vows mingling with his in a union that felt both fated and fantastical. The memory of the ritual still clung to her, the scent of incense and the murmur of incantations echoing in her mind.

By the time the sun rises, I’m a quarter of the way through the book, up to the part where the blood god gave Asmodeus the eight, unbreakable vampire laws. Despite my best efforts, I fall asleep before I can read all the laws, but the first on sticks with me. *A vampire can not claim another’s bride as his own.

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.

"I would humbly wait for your presence my lord" A vampire with dark blue eyes and short red hair spoke as he gave a small card as small as a business card of dark red color with two names on it. Zagur weds wadu. The first vampire wedding that I heard of. It is not weird for a vampire to develop feelings for another, but this is kind of a unique wedding because the bride is a werewolf.

“Enough. It’s time to put you in your place my young bride.” I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew it wasn’t good. I inched my way to the window. I took my eyes off him for only a second to assess my chances of escaping through it when he grabbed me with lightning speed and pulled me to him. His grip was so strong and firm I couldn’t help thinking how foolish I was to imagine I could ever escape him. “Your mother promised you for my vampire bride. It’s time you make good on that promise,” he said just before sinking his strong white fangs deep into my neck.