Demon's Bride Novels & Stories

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

Red eyes meet with brown ones and they stare at each other. "You look a lot like Emperor Ariadne, but younger. Anyway, she said I will have to seek your permission to leave here, so be kind enough to grant me your permission, thank you. Let's first start with this invisible door in this room," she said pointing at the wall behind her. "No, you are not leaving here precious. I have chosen you as my bride. We will get married when you have come of age." "I am no one's bride flat nose," "Shouldn't you be thankful to me for saving you. You were dead and I brought you back to life so technically speaking you owe me your life and you will do as I say or else I will have to take back what I give...

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

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...”

He tried crawling to a sword to use what strength he had left to finalize his attack. The figure unfazed by the words or actions of the young man lunged toward Brayden grabbing his hair and jerking him to sit up straight. Brayden held in a groan from the discomfort to prevent the demon from seeing any victory. Their faces were only inches apart as the hot breath from the demon spat in his face, "Soon my boy you will find you are not my grandson as she is my granddaughter. But yet are literal soul mates, by finally pulling you two apart I will bring this pointless rebellion to its end and claim what is rightfully mine. The two of you will not escape me for the third time!"

Melanie finished and removed her blindfold. "Denver, where did you get this slut from? She's a really attractive one." a demon shouted. Another demon climbed up the stage and went directly to Melanie and squeezed he breasts which made her scream in fear. That was the final straw for me.

The jaw was sculpted and his lips were full, kissable, and promising sin. He was undoubtedly a demon. What the fuck was he doing at my table? “Who are you?” I asked. He gave me one of his lovely smiles, any other female would have dropped to her knees and worshiped him, but I knew how demons worked. They used their charms to get whatever they wanted, but inside they were as black as a void. “I’m Brax. An incubus.” “Okayy…and what are you doing here?”

Aosoth paused and regarded the demons. "The bones of a servant I have conveniently been able to acquire, and the flesh of my spouse can be easily retrieved. Now, the blood of my spawn has proved very difficult to obtain. I even went as far as arranging for the abduction of her father in order to lure her here. She, however, seems not to care less about what happens to her father" At this point she stopped and looked up. Hanging among the rafters of the cathedral's roof was a bound and gagged human shape, slowly twisting and clearly unconscious.

“Focus. You’re doing this for everyone.” But this version of the bridge was a shadow of its former self. Cables snapped. Planks rotted. The entire thing wobbled like it was held up by memories and prayer. As she stepped onto the first panel, the whole structure groaned like an old beast waking up. From the layers of gray soot beneath her feet, eyes peered up. Watching. Charlene narrowed her eyes. “Where is your demon lord?” she shouted. No answer. “I said—WHERE’S YOUR DEMON LORD? Show yourself!”

"And? How do you even know it's a she?" Damien’s face immediately looks like he was about to burst a blood vessel, clutching his chest dramatically. To anyone else, he looks like he belongs on a runway rather than dealing with me, but as much as he enjoyed dressing up and looking pretty, he didn’t trust me to be on my own. I didn't trust myself either. "Because, my darling," Damien begins, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Any being buying a million dollars’ worth of Gucci and Prada in a second has to have a vagina. A demon even.”