Devils Bride Novels & Stories

" You, I said immediately, answering her question. Wait, what, how is that even possible, I don't want something as huge as this, I don't deserve it, she said halting in her walk. " It's your dowry wife, and trust me, you deserve every bit of it, you're my Luna Fenrir, my wife, and my soulmate, I just haven't figured out the perfect wedding ceremony Fenrir, trust me, I'll love you for eternity," I said locking my gaze with her hazel eyes as they welled up with tears. " Ssshh, shed no tears Fenrir, no one is allowed to make you cry, not even me," I said, wiping off the trickle of tears that had fallen from her face.

“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!”

♥♥♥♥ “What?” Layla’s voice trembled in disbelief. She sat across from her stepmother, Margot, in the quiet private room. Margot didn’t even glance at her, she sipped her tea slowly, like the situation was nothing more than a casual conversation. Margot’s tone was calm, too calm. “You’ll be getting married.” Layla blinked, unable to comprehend her words. “Married? To who?” Margot finally looked up, her eyes cold and sharp. “To a man named Lucian Hilton. He’s the illegitimate son of a powerful family, older, wealthy, and… let’s just say, not the kind of man you refuse.”

In the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror looking at the reflection of myself while brushing my teeth and before I knew it my thoughts drifted away. Three days. It has been three days since I arrived in Mr Devil's house yet I haven't got to meet this mysterious husband of mine and at least confirmed what he actually looked like. What I was told was that he was on a business trip with no definite time of return but ironically enough, we are already legally married. All I had to do was hand over some documentation to Mr Devil's exclusive assistant, Assistant Michaels whose first name I had come to know was Zane and the next thing I knew was being presented with a marriage certificate.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

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?”

The sight of them together, so comfortable, so connected, confirmed her deepest suspicions. The music swelled slightly as a hush fell over the crowd. It was time for the bride’s grand entrance. Eva Montgomery appeared at the far end of the garden, on Damien’s arm, looking radiant in a custom-made red gown, designed to steal the show. Her smile was dazzling, practiced, as she walked towards the beautifully adorned stage where the engagement ceremony would take place. Her eyes, however, were not on Damien, nor on the admiring crowd. They were scanning, searching, desperate to find Devon.

Chapter: 11. ****** Time in Shivvara passes quickly, and it would take many blood moons before Azazel could meet his father's face. Feziam, the illegitimate son of Yidis, took over the Devildom after Yidis relinquished his rule. Yidis, knowing that Obenis had defeated him, became a broken god who shamelessly caused chaos within the lands of Shivvara. When he could no longer bear his shame, he went down to Earth and spent several years wandering before he met Feziam's mother, a young witch named Azzamu, on one of her walks.