Devil's Bride Novels & Stories

Nora introduced Akshara not forgetting her to humiliate. Akshara thought inwardly, “Grooming to impress my Devil? It’s nothing like barmaids making over themselves to attract the drunken men.” Akshara’s eyes landed on every bride and remembered them with their hair colour, she repeated inwardly, “Blonde bride, brunette bride, black bride, red bride and ash bride. Oh, I forget to add one, purple bride, Nora.” Se chuckled and scoffed at them. She voiced inwardly, “My Devil chosen me from hundreds of sexy barmaids by his side. Why should I worry with an insecure feeling? Let’s consider this as a test for Devil to show his sincerity to me.”

“And what happened after? He protected her. Stood over her like she was worth more than the blood you bled. Tell me—did any of you feel protected tonight?” A few heads shook, shoulders stiff with resentment. “Exactly.” Luca leaned forward, his voice low but carrying. “Dante was blinded. And blindness kills quicker than bullets. While he bleeds for her, you bleed for him. And she? She doesn’t even have to lift a knife.” The whispers thickened, heavier now. “She’s cursed.” “A witch.” “Since she came, death follows.” Luca’s smirk deepened. “You want to know what she really is?” He set his glass down with a sharp clink. “She is the Devil’s Bride. And brides… they destroy their grooms.”

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Gildeon watched as the elder vampire's aura dimmed before he deactivated his dragon eyes. “I offer you one last piece of counsel, out of respect for your victory.” Vergilius adjusted his hat one last time. “The sylph with indigo eyes…” “What about him?” “Do not let him find his marked bride.” Gildeon’s brow furrowed. “His what?” “If they reunite,” Vergilius warned, “nothing will stop the Devil he is destined to become. This world, and yours, will fall.” He let out a sharp sigh. “How am I supposed to know who the marked bride is?”

To the sound of old bagpipes and violins playing by themselves without musicians, the sorceresses danced ardently and drank brew infused with belladonna and poisonous mushrooms. - The labeled one has arrived! a raspy voice called out as Melissa approached. - Look, labeled! repeated the same voice. "The Demon's Bride!" - laughed an ugly old woman with a huge nose, sipping a drink from a horse's hoof. “The bride of the demon,” said the others.

“But be warned, Eldrick. A deal with the devil rarely ends as expected.” Meanwhile, back in her chambers, Hazel paced, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief. The news of her impending marriage to a man known as “the Devil King” had spread faster than wildfire. Her closest companion, Evelyn, stood by the door, her arms crossed and an amused smile quirking her lips. “So,” Evelyn said, tilting her head with a smirk. “How does it feel to be betrothed to the most fearsome man in the kingdom?” Hazel shot her a glare, though a laugh escaped her lips despite herself. “Fearsome is an understatement, Evelyn. They say he’s ruthless and heartless. Do you know what they call him? The Devil King!”

After a long bath, I climbed out, wrapped myself in a towel, and went back to my room to change into fresh clothes. I lay back on the bed and immediately picked up my phone. Helen’s call came through. “Helen…” “Why didn’t you tell me you’re the devil’s girlfriend now?” she cut me off. At her words, I shot upright, my heart thudding. Girlfriend? The devil’s girlfriend… as in Liam? How? I don’t remember Liam ever asking me out. What on earth is she talking about? “What are you saying?” I asked. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. My brother was kidnapped, and guess who took him? The devil. All because he wants him to stay away from you,” Helen said. From her voice, I could tell she was struggling n

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

There, a pair of black leather shoes walked their way into the hall and drew the attention of everyone in the room to glance at the position of the entrance. Besides the set of these black leather shoes, there was a beautiful pair of heels whose top was covered in sparking diamonds. The eyes of everyone in the room moved from the shoes to the faces of their owner's and they were bewildered. It was the devil, he was finally here, but wait, who was this beautiful angel beside him? People wondered as they kept on staring at the two figures attentively. The angle standing beside the devil was a definition of beauty and seduction. She was wearing the latest gown from the brand of fashion flames w

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."