Devil's Bride Novels & Stories

But all I could feel was the weight of the ring on my finger and the man standing beside me. Zayden tucked my hand into the crook of his arm and turned us toward the aisle. "Smile," he whispered against my ear. "You're a bride. This is your day.” I lifted my chin and pressed my lips into something that might have been a smile. Then I walked back down the aisle on his arm. Because this is who I was now — The devil’s bride.

I got dragged into the Ghost Bride dungeon and ended up with a completely useless Devotion System. At first, I planned to stick close to the experienced players and let them carry me. Instead, they tossed me straight to the ghosts. Right then, the Devotion System issued a mission: [Please choose a target to pursue. Failure to do so will result in immediate elimination.] With no other choice, I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around the blood-covered ghost bride. Crying at the top of my lungs, I shouted, "Dear, why did it take you so long to get here? I've been searching everywhere for you!"

Claire stood beside me wearing the expression of someone trying very hard not to commit a crime, while Eleanor Park stood near Drake with her usual unreadable composure. The officiant barely looked up while speaking. She sounded like she’d married a thousand couples already and stopped caring around number fifty. Then came the vows. “Do you, Drake Reeve Javier, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” I looked at him automatically. He wasn’t looking at me yet. His attention was focused on the officiant, like he approached everything else in his life. “I do,” he said simply with no hesitation. The officiant turned toward me.

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...

Cole managed to mutter in my ear, bringing me back to reality. I blinked and rubbed my temples. “She looks starved," I snapped. "This is what you expect me to breed with?" If it was because my mate looked like she had gone through a lot, or I felt insulted that her father would sell such a haggard looking creature to me, I wasn't sure why I was boiling. “She’s the eldest,” her father stammered from behind them. “She’s of age. A virgin. Her womb is not touched by magic or man—”

The blood dropped out of my face. "I have asked the Moon Goddess's priest to be here," Dorian said, and I saw him then, the old man in white near the front. "The woman I am to marry is a devout woman of the Goddess, and so am I. A vow made before Her is a vow that lasts." A murmur went around the room. No one had expected a sacred vow to be taken here tonight. Neither had I. He took my hand. The priest stood before us, and I looked down at the floor, at the place where the knife pressed against my thigh. Could I do this? Swear to the Goddess and mean to break it before the week was out?

With rough hair and that body, she picked the second altar candle and faced the Priest who's still standing there like the guard of hell. She raised the candle, making sure it shone on her body, all-round. "Am I qualified to dance with the devil, Father?" Tobias scent invaded her nostrils when he crossed to her on that altar without answering her. His fingers latched onto the fragile thongs on her waist, and he gave it a brutal pull which made the rope enter her clit, dragging over her folds and making her desperate lips part without a sound. He dragged off the rope-like bra too, then he picked another candle and set fire on the two, dropping them on the floor to burn away.

"I mean, come on! We usually just sit back and watch the entire world crumble as it burns into ashes, then have fun with all the energy we gain from all the bad deeds. Can we enter the equation afterwards? Save the pretty deity afterwards, you know?" Derrick’s glare was too sharp for Zin to handle. He immediately sat straight and closed his huge mouth before gulping. Just by looking at him, his poor follower knew that he definitely said something really bad. "She’s been through enough, can’t you tell?" The devil shook his head before clearing his throat. "Haven’t you heard what I proposed to her?" I asked her to be my bride." "I really did not understand that idea of yours," he said, wishing

James' fingers curled into a fist, dark veins threatening to rip out, but she was too consumed in Drexton's present to notice. Her parents were seething beneath their breath, and for the first time, she's thanking them. The wedding decorations and excessive media were all in her favor. The world is watching, and that way they'd watch her get claimed by the devil in a suit. The devil has come to get his bride. The bouquet fell from her hands onto the floor. She didn't notice, and crushed them with her heels, taking slow steps towards the man that only her eyes could see at the moment.

"I have been looking for you to congratulate you." Asher sighed and raised his brows. "I am not interested in hearing from you, Flavio. So cut the chase," he said and took a step to walk away from him but Flavio's mocking voice stopped him. "I was shocked to see The Bride of Velenoso. I expected her to be a woman of class but your brother is marrying a mere waitress, who slapped him at my wedding reception. What a great choice for our mighty Velenoso. A waitress…" he laughed taunting him.