Vampire's Bride Novels & Stories

The bridegroom wasn't a simple guy from our countryside like my sister preferred, she always wanted a simple life where she would be managing the household and looking after kids while her husband earned their livelihood. However, this was not the case, her husband-to-be was a lord, our small village fell under his estate. He was the great Vampire Lord, child of the night, a nocturnal being. The wedding would also be held at night instead of the morning like it usually happened. Even the wedding gown wasn't white.

People pushed against one another, trying to get closer to the royal announcement board. Curiosity flickered quietly inside me. Slowly, I stepped closer. A large parchment bearing the royal seal had been nailed at the center of the board. BY ORDER OF HIS MAJESTY, THE KING To preserve peace between the Human Kingdom and the Vampire Kingdom, a royal marriage alliance shall be established. An unmarried woman shall be selected as the human bride of the Vampire Crown Prince. The moment people finished reading it, panic erupted across the square. “What?!” “They want to send one of our daughters to the vampires?”

Not that I do wish to have another woman, but there are just some things that a man needs assurance with. Yes, it does sound like a human marriage still, but believe me, there is a distinction between both. So I believe I should put the poor woman out of her misery. "My beloved, I see your hesitation; please let me explain what I mean by bride." "Well, does bride not mean get married?" "Well, not truly in the sense that a human does." "How can a Vampire wedding not be the same as that of a human one." This is now starting to confuse me for the more I think of it; it does sound like a marriage to me. What makes a Vampire ceremony so much of a difference that a human one?

A vampire woman with long black hair and a white dress entered the stage. “Silence!” She hushed the crowd. She said it in a normal tone but her voice boomed through the ballroom, demanding attention. “Another one of us has found their blood mate.” She continued and whispers went through the crowd. I stared at Alex and he looked back at me, not breaking eye contact. He was wearing a dark blue suit and his light brown hair was styled back. He stepped closer to me, running his fingers over my neck in front of the crowd. Shivers ran down my body. “It is Alexander Hudson who has found his mate, one of the contenders to take over the crown.” The woman said and gasps ran through the crowd.

“Your sister’s dumber than at five. Back then, she chased me through the roses, shouting ‘Cae!’ Now she just stares like I’m a ghost.” My brother rolled his eyes. “Shut up! Whose idea was the fake-death ritual? Your overzealous majordomo insists on using half-dead corpses as props! Now everyone thinks you eat hearts!” He jabbed a finger, grinning: “This bastard’s a pureblood vampire— but he only drinks tomato juice mixed with dragon blood! Those six ‘brides’? All political decoys. Sent to convents with dowries!

Then I heard something that stopped my breath entirely. "I want to choose a bride who can sit beside me and rule," the king said, his expression turning serious in a way that made the whole garden seem to still. "Since the Goddess has decided to leave me without a mate, I have no choice left. There is no strong Alpha without one — not truly. A king without a mate is a kingdom without a foundation." He wanted a bride? Wasn't every Lycan destined to find one, bound by fate itself? I'd always believed the old stories — that every wolf walked toward a mate they were always meant to find, the way rivers walked toward the sea.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Briar asked, a glint in her eyes. “We were married the following day. Our families were overjoyed, and we traveled around Europe for six months. When we met, Isadora was 999 years old and only a year away from reaching the age at which vampires can have children. After being turned into vampires, they must wait until they are 1,000 years old to have children or bear them if they are women,” I explained. “So what turned the love story into a nightmare?” Briar asked as I chuckled. “I have no clue, really, um, one day when I woke up there, she was standing with the decapitated head of a servant spewing nonsense about someone wa-” I paused, remembering the scene.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

After getting on his seat, the lead vampire lord started to read the vows and the two were repeating each word after him. The two were waiting for the words "You may kiss the bride" to fill the whole room. As they echoed, Kyson was already leaned in kissing her passionately as if there was no tomorrow. He didn't even accomadate the shyness of his bride. All he wanted was to devour this woman.