My Wife Is The Demon Queen Novels & Stories

That I had accepted my new position too easily. But deep down, I wasn’t Rhydian’s queen. I was Vynsera’s queen. The rumors about Rhydian were even wilder that he was unfit to rule because he was no longer truly human, that no man could rise from the flames of his own funeral pyre and still be called a man. They called him a monster, a ghost wearing the guise of a king. I tried not to think about what the future held for me now. When we reached my chamber, a lone figure stood before the door, his back turned to us.

one of them remarked, their curiosity getting the better of them. “Well, that’s not the case this time,” Natasha responded coolly, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “I couldn’t help but overhear you talking about the Demon Alpha’s wife,” she added, her sharp eyes scanning their reactions. “Yes, we’re just curious. Who could possibly be the lucky girl?” one of the women asked eagerly, her voice tinged with envy and fascination.

She snarled after composing herself. "Mrs. Qureshi I'm tolerating this tantrum of you both because I don't want dad to get hurt. My softness and affection aren’t my weakness. Don’t assume that. Your daughter is and will remain my wife. " "She won't remain for long. I will make sure you are out of her life forever. "

Amanatha sang some incantations while dancing around the body, sprinkling some whitish substance on the unmoving body. The beads on her body echoed in the room. Her screams got louder and the intensity of the fire increased. Slowly, the eyes of the woman who was assumed to be dead opened suddenly. She sat up slowly while looking around. "Finally!! They have shown their true power. The demon king of tyranny stands no chance against them." Amanatha praised. "Welcome back to the land of the living, princess Kathleen. I'm sure your husband, Asher, misses you and can't wait to see you." As she finished her statement, the body dropped back to the bed. Her eyes were still open but she wasn't moving

I asked. "She also has a blood of a demon that was called as part of the experiment they'd done to her—— to possess immortality without craving for anyone's blood. But her werewolf part is more dominant than the rest," she replied, automatically answering my question on why she was too powerful. And demons really exist?

He whispered. "Either way you looked at me badly. I am not the type of girl that opens her legs to any man just because they are a little kind with me!. If I was, then I would have granted my powers to any male from my village who showed me some sort of kindness. Also I know that all of you demons see me as the demon king's bride, but I am not. Because no matter what spell he performs on me or how good he pretends to be, I will never ever love or submit to him." I said strongly.

The Mundara powers, once a source of fascination and wonder, now seemed like a cruel joke, taunting Mia with their elusiveness. But she kept on trying, maybe she wasn't doing it well enough. Each attempt ended in disappointment, leaving her feeling more powerless than before. The Mundara powers felt like a curse to her. Now, her husband was captured and possessed by the demon her father also possessed, and he had to go this far to kill his own wife whom he adored and loved without measure. You could see it in his eyes when they were together, how he loved her.

Her warm breath tickled my skin as she whispered, “You’re very handsome… Come home with me.” I sighed, a mix of frustration and tiredness tightening in my chest. “I am your husband.” She pulled back abruptly, eyes widening in exaggerated disbelief. “No! You can’t be…” She giggled, then leaned in again with a whisper. “Lemme tell you a fact… my husband is the demon.” Those words hit me harder than they should have. Even drunk, she saw me that way, a demon. I simply tightened my hold on her waist, supporting her weight as I guided her toward the exit.

At the same time Jamari stands up straighter, giving the Demon a cold glare, and says, “Do you know who I am, Demon?” Henry’s eyebrow raises in surprise at her words, concentration filling his eyes as he stares at the two of us more closely. “I can’t say that I do.” Henry drawls after a tense few minutes passes. Jamari’s shoulders stiffen, her angry glare trained on Henry, causing him to shift in place. “I am your Queen, Demon.” Jamari says, causing Henry’s eyebrows to go up so high it almost disappears into his hairline. Henry stares at Jamari with disbelief written on his face. “I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you are so not Lucifer’s type.”

“But in the best way. She wouldn’t be her without a little bit of chaos and bitey murderingness.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “A little? You make it sound like her crazy is as pointless as cracks in the sidewalks. It’s not. I’d say not to make a mountain out of a molehill, but she’s not a mountain. She is the depths of the ocean. You know, the thing that hasn’t even been 100% explored? I wouldn’t be surprised if the demon inside of her is what the humans call the Leviathan.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Did you just compare my wife to a monster?”