Vampire's Bride Novels & Stories

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

Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

“You demanded I prove my prowess in bed, Bride. Are you satisfied? If not, I’ll prove it to you again and then again until your greedy cunt is sated. I could fuck you for days without a break, and I’m more than happy to claim this pussy over and over until you won’t issue any complaints. It’s my duty and privilege to satisfy my woman.” “Fine, you fucked me nicely. My turn.” A dark light flashed in his eyes. The vampire was intrigued. “You want to ride me?” “I want to fuck you, drink you, and claim you,” I purred viciously. “I’m yours. Ride me hard, Bride. Let’s see what you’ve got.” He pulled out of me, and I gasped. He then picked me up and carted me toward a large chair by the window like

“And why would that bother you, Matei? Ugh… hearing you constantly talking about her virginity is getting on my nerves, Matei. My woman, you have spoken with such disrespect. This is my bride that you speak off. My woman.” Matei's eyes widen. His gaze shift between Rosa and Armand. “Your bride? Wait… then that would mean you have fed…” saying it was a bit hard on Matei so Armand completed it for him. “Yes, I have fed on this woman. My woman, my bride, and the future queen of the Vampire kingdom.”

“She’s weak—but not only from the blood you’ve taken. It’s strange. I’ve never seen anything like it, but I believe she is with child. Pregnant with a pure-born vampire—not a hybrid.” Adrian stares at me with a mixture of pain and rage, as though I had stolen something precious from him. His fists clench, like he wants to strike me, but he holds back. Marian’s face registers pure shock. My parents show joy; my brothers, surprise. A timid smile tugs at my lips—I can hardly believe the news. Pregnant. So soon. “Healer, but we’ve only just begun mating. How can she already be…?” I ask, bewildered.

“She didn’t suffer any ill effects?” “Just the usual for a new vampire.” The old vampire nodded slowly. “I am given to understand that she is your first bride?” “Yes.” “How old are you?” “Six hundred and thirty four.” “Strange. I have never met a vampire that didn’t visit the curse upon another. I myself have over a hundred brides and three hundred sons. I lost track, of course, but they’re all special to me.”

He declared the birth of a kingdom within Eboncrest, that would never fall, naming it Obsidian Veil—the eternal kingdom of night, or as most refer to it, the Capital. Castles rose from stone and steel, banners bearing the Mortane crest, and both vampires and mortals bent to his rule. He’s imprisoned mortals, turning them into slaves, forcing them to bend a knee at the cost of their own lives. Stripping them from their homes, identities, and worth, and feasting on them as if they were born to serve the vampires. Even the witches served them, fearing the true power of the vampires and creating daylight rings so that those of the night could walk amongst the day.

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.

"You will greet her as you have greeted me." The room was dead quiet. Victor's gaze came off me, checked Dorian, came back to me, and did the arithmetic. Then he bowed. "My lady," he said. I was too worn to feel the victory. He looked at me a moment longer than he should have, and I felt the reaching in it, the way he was still trying to pull my history out of me. "Where is the bride from?" Victor said to Dorian. "I do not recognize her."

The sweetheart neckline and the off-shoulder straps, highlight my collarbone while the cinched corset style of the top makes my waist look smaller and the billowy skirt is absolutely stunning. Violet has worked her magic on my hair, and my make-up making me look like someone from a well-respected pack. She straightens up and smiles at me. I smile at our reflections. “Now you look like the High Queen you are supposed to be,” Violet says with a wide grin. My cheeks become warm while my heart rabbits in my chest and my palms begin to sweat. When others had agreed to elect Damian as the King, none of us knew that in order to be that, he also needed to become bonded to me — needed to create a blo