Demon's Bride Novels & Stories

Demons live longer than humans and most things that can kill a human won’t kill a demon. It still hurts all the same. I look around the room as best as I can. No one is here, where’d she go? I try wiggling myself but I only end up making myself feel like an idiot. Mock laughter comes from the door. “You look like an idiot.” She says. I instantly still myself and curse internally. “You did say u were into kinky things, is this one of them?” I motion to my arms with my head. “Tie and ride huh?” I wiggle my brows.

I decided to look for her only to see her with my mother in the lounge area. "Hello, sweetheart." My mother's smile was genuine. I'd only seen her smile that way when I'd finally agreed to marry Genevieve. "Hello, Bianca." Mum sat down beside her. "Did Caleb tell you what happened?" Genevieve glanced toward the hallway. "He said it was an accident." Mum's expression darkened. "It wasn't." Genevieve frowned. "What do you mean?" "That wretched girl did this to him."

Kastriv growls, reaching out to grab my hand as a quiet reassurance that there is no chance has any interest in being set up with this stranger Atari has brought in. "My apologies," Atari grits out, before finally bothering to address me. "Aspen. You're a Demon." I straighten. I figure this was coming, since everyone with a hint of Angel-blood seems to be able to sniff it on me or something. "Oh...yes." Daisy flinches away a little, whereas all the Noble's stare. "That's such a shame, isn't it?" Atari look sad, tilting her head to the side, looking over me as if I'm wasted potential. Being around Kastriv made me forget how much most people hate Demon's.

He merely waved it off with a chuckle, "rumors do spread fast, don't they?" "A hunter, they say." A man, an elder to be precise spoke. He growled at his misfortune. Verily he hadn't waited for ages to end up with a little demon who'd despised him just as much as he did. Not in this lifetime was he going to soil the name of the vampires by dragging it through the mud. Another hissed with disdain, "we are doomed. An hunter can never be queen–"

When I turn around I see one strange demon, that I have never met before. "-Who are you and what are you doing in my castle? I ask the demon. -I am sorry your Majesty, my name is Dean, and I am here as a gift from your partner, my only master, ruler of hell, Cade. The demon replies while bowing before me. -A gift you say? What exactly can you offer me that I might need? -Anything that your heart desires, my sweet queen. The demon replies while measuring my hot naked body, trembling with the desire of having me.

His cock leaked steadily onto the white linen, soaking through the embroidery. “Please… breed me… fill me… on the altar… make me yours… fuck the prayers out of me… please fuck my ass…” The demon roared, primal, victorious and slammed home with punishing force. His tail wrapped around Damien’s cock, stroking in time with the thrusts. The ridges battered Damien’s prostate relentlessly, milking it, forcing pre-cum to spurt in rhythmic jets that darkened the altar cloth. Damien’s chant dissolved into Latin gibberish, backwards fragments mixed with pleas and moans.

On it: a shallow basin, empty now, stained dark with centuries of spilled blood. Seraphine appeared beside the basin, fading, translucent. “Speak the vow,” she said. “Blood of the bridge. Tear of the betrayed. Kiss of life. Seal it here, where it began.” Elara drew the fang again, held it high. “I, Elara Thorne-Blackthorn, bridge of the split packs, bleed willingly,” she said, voice ringing off the walls. She sliced deeper, blood flowing freely now, letting it drip into the basin. Silver droplets hissed on contact, steam rising like spirits released.

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

Darius said, easily resisting my drugged struggles. The Demon closed his eyes and inhaled. “Their kind really are like catnip to us.” “She is half Demon, Hades, and will be easier to breed a child upon than her mother,” Darius said as I looked at the Demon who was examining me. Hades’ horns curved upward like a steer's, coming to sharp points. “Let me see her,” he said, reaching out for me.

“It would give you a position of power the Thornes could never touch. A name that would force them to open every door they’ve locked against you.” I shoved the tablet back at her as if it had burned my hands. “No. Absolutely not. Have you lost your mind? You want me to marry a stranger? A man they call the devil?” “I want you to win!” she shot back, her own temper flaring. “What’s your plan, Evie? To manage other people’s money forever? To just be… better than you were? He needs a wife. You need a weapon. It’s a transaction.” “It’s selling myself!”