The Demon's Bride Novels & Stories

Taking my shirt off partially, I jabbed my nails into the top of my spine, pulling out my sword, Slayer Rhakis and summoned the portal to edge of The Demon Realm. Stepping inside, my senses were clear, smelling the first wave of demons a few miles away into hell. I waited patiently, pacing back and fourth and focusing my ears on Hunnie and Kris as I leaned against the cold and icy, black flesh of a pillar. The Realm's bridge was as wide and long as a football field and made up of squirming flesh. All around the bridge was pitch black, the only light coming from the glowing floor of flesh under my feet and the demons portal from Hell.

“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.”

He tried crawling to a sword to use what strength he had left to finalize his attack. The figure unfazed by the words or actions of the young man lunged toward Brayden grabbing his hair and jerking him to sit up straight. Brayden held in a groan from the discomfort to prevent the demon from seeing any victory. Their faces were only inches apart as the hot breath from the demon spat in his face, "Soon my boy you will find you are not my grandson as she is my granddaughter. But yet are literal soul mates, by finally pulling you two apart I will bring this pointless rebellion to its end and claim what is rightfully mine. The two of you will not escape me for the third time!"

The jaw was sculpted and his lips were full, kissable, and promising sin. He was undoubtedly a demon. What the fuck was he doing at my table? “Who are you?” I asked. He gave me one of his lovely smiles, any other female would have dropped to her knees and worshiped him, but I knew how demons worked. They used their charms to get whatever they wanted, but inside they were as black as a void. “I’m Brax. An incubus.” “Okayy…and what are you doing here?”

Kastriv growls, reaching out to grab my hand as a quiet reassurance that there is no chance has any interest in being set up with this stranger Atari has brought in. "My apologies," Atari grits out, before finally bothering to address me. "Aspen. You're a Demon." I straighten. I figure this was coming, since everyone with a hint of Angel-blood seems to be able to sniff it on me or something. "Oh...yes." Daisy flinches away a little, whereas all the Noble's stare. "That's such a shame, isn't it?" Atari look sad, tilting her head to the side, looking over me as if I'm wasted potential. Being around Kastriv made me forget how much most people hate Demon's.

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

“My bride died because of her. So now… Fyr Cloud will take her place.” “From today onwards,” he announced loudly, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “She is not just my prisoner. She is my new Bride.” “And she will live wearing the face, the clothes, and the life of the woman she killed… forever.” I froze. The world seemed to stop spinning. His bride? He wasn’t going to kill me. He wasn’t going to let me go. He was going to force me to become her. To live as his wife, trapped in the shadow of a dead woman, belonging to a devil who would never let me forget what I had done.

The movement was so easy, so familiar, that it made my heart ache. “They crawled to one another, and swore their love would live on with their dying breaths. But they did not die that night – and they never would. “For the invaders had toyed with fate, and had cast free a demon, making a deal with it in order to secure their position on the continent. The demon was a wicked thing, shaped by evil hands into a being of curved claws and drooling fangs. And as Arcarius drew his final breath, the demon offered him a deal.

Then, just as quickly, it's gone, replaced by his usual stoic mask. "A toast, then," Damon declares, raising his goblet high. "To my beloved wife, Queen Hazel, and to our eternal reign over the Nine Hells!" Hazel raises her own goblet, her hand trembling slightly as she brings it to her lips. The wine is thick and sweet, coating her tongue with a sickly-sweet flavor that seems to linger long after she swallows. As she sets down her glass, she notices one of the demons at the far end of the table rise to his feet, his form twisted and misshapen. He lets out a guttural roar, his claws scraping against the tabletop as he slams his fists down.

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.