Demon's Bride Novels & Stories

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.”

“On the next blood red moon, which also happens to be a full lunar eclipse, my son will be married.” A ripple of excitement swept through the demonesses. Lily’s eyes widened with triumph. She lifted her chin, already imagining the crown on her head. She moved closer to Damon, her smile radiant. “I knew it,” she whispered. “I knew you would choose me.” The Queen’s expression did not change. “Damon will leave to meet the blood bride.” Silence fell. Lily’s smile froze. Her face drained of color. The court murmured in shock. She knew what the blood bride means, and she knew she was not the one choosen. Damon stepped forward, his voice sharp.

Azzura said clearly happy at the fact that she wouldn't have to go live under the same roof as that human she hated so much. Mrs Gaia nodded calmly. “Yes darling you both have to get to the age of rite into passage first before he can take you home as his wife and well” Mrs Gaia said as she paused briefly. But Azzura's curiosity was taken the better part of her as she instantly leaned closer immediately. “Well what is that mom please tell me?” Azzura begged. Mrs Gaia lowered her voice carefully as she looked left and right like she was trying to make sure no one was in the room “you have the right to decide then if you love him still or not but till then”

one of the younger witches muttered, earning a harsh look from the elders. “All the better,” Lenora said. “Emotion can be turned into devotion—or destruction. She will be ours. One way or another.” The scroll was lifted reverently, placed upon the altar. But it was what came next that hardened every face in the room. A second scroll, this one bound in sinew and sealed with wax, was carefully unveiled. Blood-red ink bled across the parchment, coalescing into a single demand. The bond must be broken. The beast must bleed. Only through sacrifice shall the Blood Bride’s soul be bound.

I turned. The mirror glowed faintly in the dark, like a window lit from another world. The woman inside it moved—not like a ghost, but like a prisoner pacing her cage. She pointed toward the wall. I followed her gaze—toward a painting. A young bride in colonial lace. Her eyes held secrets. Her smile… defeat. The name beneath: > “Anindya Damar, 1893 – Disappeared on Her Wedding Night.” The voice returned, stronger. > “The curse feeds on brides. On purity. On memory. But one bride... was never forgotten.”

Demons put their glass under the stream and drank the content with satisfaction. I wondered whose blood filled the fountain. Nija walked on, and I meekly followed, maintaining a respectable distance. A glass was clinked loudly, and every demon stopped what they were doing. "Dear demons, please be seated for the event of a lifetime. Today will mark a day we will never see again in this world. Today, our King Satan will get married. This day will only come once. As you are well aware, demons stay married for life. Our great king has chosen Lady Guirita, the strong, fierce winner of the competition, to be his beloved. May there be many undefeated heirs!"

She cackles evilly as she slowly raises her head smirking as she stares at me—here comes the big part “What is your name, demon” “I am the first wife of Adam, the mother of demons, Lilith” ****** Raise your hand if you saw that coming. That’s the end of today’s confession. Sister Alexandra is so damn hot and now she got possessed by a demon who lives off on seducing men and Angels; this is not gonna be easy but let’s see how it goes Until next time. Goodbye for now

Maybe yes, and maybe no. Yes, she became the Demon’s Little Bride but what happened next? THE END?

With her forefinger, she beckoned him to come. Like a wild and hungry animal, he sucked and licked her cunt as if it was the end of the world. Valencia pushed his head deeper between her thighs, moaning as he licked her sensitive spot. He increased his pace. By now, Valencia have already reached her sixth climax. Oh my God! She moaned. Her s@x slave was good! Good at pleasuring her and fulfilling her desires. Good at making her feel like a true woman. All these years, she has been fighting and hunting down demons. Her subordinates and fellow partners were all men. She was the only female demon Hunter who killed the most demons, this earning her respect and fear. She was brave and courageous

Damon’s head was bent in an awkward position as Cent refused to let go of his shoulder-length raven hair. “Noo – o!” Closing her eyes, Cent summoned her slaughter butterflies to devour whoever was taking her but stopped midway upon hearing the familiar booming voice of her father. “Enough!” The thunderous roared of a humungous winged demon scattered the mist that lingered around the cramp and smelly back alley. Gone were the bystanders within a kilometer radius due to the excessive release of demonic magic from a single brooch that activated the kill spell. Even the kill spell itself, Brivago, left no trace as if its binding presence minutes earlier were just a mirage imagined by Damon and M