Novel & Cerita My Wife Is The Demon Queen

I had finally met my mate, yet I couldn't be with him yet as the Royal duty as a vampire queen must come first to obey. [I could almost hear you chuckling, my queen] [Well you're not wrong, doctor. You're my she-wolf's mate after all.] [Huh?] the doctor startled... -to be continued-

Now this angry woman, wasn't allowed to go to those human villages, as the humans knew her very well, but mostly because the humans knew her weaknesses thanks to The Demon King. The news hit her like a bag ton of gold! Had he really ditch a party full of wanton vampires, his bride-to-be, and elves, just to go bed some human woman?! He beds so many different women, but always came back to her bed because she could really take his demolishing and enjoyed it. That was, until he started his biting. She couldn't stand feeling his canine fangs penetrate against her precious and royal body. She was a woman of class and letting a demon bite her out of pure satisfaction, would make her feel less of w

"No one knows I'm the CEO except you two. I really love your daughter sir, you've got to believe me when I say that. Please give me a chance to prove my love for your daughter." "What relationship do you have with my wife?" King Eremus asked, shifting the subject. "Nothing, she and my ex wife know themselves and plan to get Elena's soul, though I'm 100% sure that Camilla nor Hades knows that she is Elena's mother." Demon answered. "So sir try to think about what I just told you now, truly I disguise myself to trace Elena and have her killed but I fall in love with her instead and even now that I know the powers she possesses, that hasn't changed my love for her in fact it has increased." He

Yanyan shook his head but also smiled. You are fighting the wrong person because I'm a Demon who will kill you all. No one can fight me even Satan. I‘m a real Demon who don't want to fight, anymore. Don't try me, I don't hesitate to kill all of you. I'm not just a Demon. I'm also the Queen of all Queens.

“Why are you shouting, marquis? Have you nipped something in the door?” Going by his bug eyes, yes, and a very sensitive spot. “Your Majesty, I’ve learned everything!” Really? What, for instance? “Your wife was a half-vampire!” Now it was me who pretended to be amazed. “How! But she was—” “Turns out, her real father was a demon summoned from the depths of the netherworld!” “The horror! But who summoned it?” “The duke!” “My father-in-law!” I clutched my head in shock.

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

The Abyss had claimed me, but I had claimed its princes in return. Rival threats would always linger in this eternal realm, but with Azrael’s strength, Thorne’s cunning, and Vesper’s chaos at my side, I faced the future with confidence and insatiable desire. The scholar had become the Demon Queen, her every night filled with rapture and power. The shadows of sin had become my home, and I would reign in them forever.

Candles guttered as though sensing her corruption. The High Priestess emerged from the shadows, her silver hair bound in braids, her eyes sharp as obsidian. One look at Aria's arm and her face paled, though her tone stayed cold. "So it's true," she whispered. "The curse has awakened again." Aria swallowed hard. "Tell me what's happening to me. Tell me how to stop it." The priestess's mouth thinned. "Long ago, a witch line defied the gods. Theirs punishment was a curse: every few generations, one would be born fated to a demon mate. A bond of ruin. A bond of blood."

Alejandro sat her on his desk and, with a burning gaze, said: — We’ll make a pact. — Yes. — You’ll watch my back, and I’ll watch yours. — That’s a given. — Say it, Isabela. — Fine. I promise to watch your back. Alejandro brought his mouth close to hers. She expected a passionate kiss, and for an instant, it was—until Alejandro bit her lower lip, making it bleed, and then licked the blood. — Now it’s a pact. A blood pact. It was a pact she could never escape. Isabela understood that immediately. Now, she wasn’t just Alejandro Moretti’s sweet wife—now, she was becoming the Queen of Hell, the kingdom ruled by her husband, the toughest and most dangerous of all bosses.

he continued. "I don't see it as any of your business," I said in anger. It was between me and my wife. "Freya dear, the Queen seeks your presence," my father said to her, Freya immediately left in a hurry. " When you want to capture a woman you don't rush things. You still have to find a solution in how to deal with the Demon king but here you are messing up your marriage" He said with a frown. After his last words, he left.