Devils Bride Novels & Stories

It was still daytime, and the fire crackers weren't visible to anyone, but the sound was enough to know how many crackers were busted in my forced wedding. Alighting from the stage with him beside me like always, we met few people who came forward to wish us for our wedding. I wasn't interested in their wishes. "You look beautiful, Isabella." One of the men spoke while eying me from head to toe. Fucker can't control his eyes and was looking at me like I am some piece of meat. Before anyone could react or speak, the man who had his dirty gaze on me was on the ground, all dead. I don't need to turn and see who is behind this.

Too bad though, she would have to disturb him since simply here problems couldn't wait " Sam" The boys opened his eyes to stare directly at her, a cheerful smile from its way across his lips " hey Angy, how is your morning " " Fine, but there's something I need to talk to you about " " is it serious? " " very" She took the seat beside him. Sam stared at her expectantly. Angy took in a deep breath before muttering " I saw a devil " " A what?" Sam frowned "A devil. As in a boy with red eyes and hair, a very good-looking one at that but you know the scariest thing? he has horns"

But, all three caught their breath when they saw the bride walking down the stairs. Connor and Jammie smiled at her and that’s when they noticed the groom who is looking like he will pass out anytime soon. To this day, Devlin didn’t know that his mate is this beautiful. He couldn’t able to take his eyes off his mate. She is looking like a goddess in her red wine long half-shoulder floral gown. Her hair is in a loose bun and some strands are teasing her shoulder making Devlin jealous of her hair strands.

Gideon’s blood was soaking into the hem of my wedding dress where I knelt. “It’s just the beginning,” Devon said softly. The promise in his voice made my skin crawl. I rose on shaky legs. Every step toward him felt like walking into my own grave. I had to step over Gideon’s corpse—my silk slipper squelching slightly in the spreading pool of blood. The metallic scent filled my nose. I joined Devon at the altar, trembling. He signaled the officiant, who looked ready to faint. The words began. “Do you, Devon Cole Warner, take Irene Evelyn Harvey as your mate and wife under pack law and moon binding?”

he said softly, but his words cut deep. He yanked his arm free and descended the altar with steady steps, leaving behind a stunned Deviana, staring at the back of the man who was supposed to be her husband. Chaos erupted. A laugh broke from one of the male guests near the front row. Whispers turned to harsh murmurs and mocking giggles. “There she is, Deviana—the so-called perfect bride! Left at the altar!” “She chased Adrian everywhere! And he still dumped her!” “She should’ve known Adrian still loved Leviana. But she was too blind to see it.”

He leaned closer, his jasmine and sandalwood scent filling her nostrils. “You will be mine. You will be terrified, damned and devoured by my very darkness. I will claim you, body and soul, Amelia. Now…,” Adrian leaned closer till they were nose to nose. “Do you still want to be my bride in the depths of the Devil's Castle?” Amelia’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and like the water dripping from her wet hair, she fell to the floor.

Anyone was better than her own father. “Well, does that mean you trust them now since Cara is being married into their family?” “No, I don’t trust them one bit. Especially Damiano. He’s the Devil.” He spat out, and I just gaped at him. “Then what’s the point of her getting married to one of them?!” My arms dropped to my sides. This was ridiculous. “If he’s the so-called Devil, then why do you send Cara into their arms, huh?” My eyes narrowed as my anger came back full-force.

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 need to get my revenge for her. Mother knew the truth. She had been the one to tell me that demons could not have children with anyone except their fated mate or a blood bride. I had accepted that. I had accepted that I would never have a child, never have a mate, never have the life that was meant for me. I had accepted that Rhea was gone.

"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