The Demon's Bride Novels & Stories

Don't yield. ‎ ‎But I couldn't let her die. Not after we had just started to trust each other. ‎ ‎"I understand," I whispered. ‎ ‎"Good." Magnus signaled the guards. "Open the doors." ‎ ‎The massive oak doors of the Chapel groaned open. ‎ ‎The sound of the organ washed over us a thunderous, gothic melody that vibrated in my chest. The sanctuary was packed. Hundreds of wolves from the Bloodmoon and Iron-Claw packs filled the pews. They turned as one to watch the bride.

That was something neither of them—who had lived and protected the Eternal Realm from all external enemies all this time—wanted at all. In the Demon Realm, all the demons seemed to be preparing to welcome the wedding day of the Demon God and their Demon Empress. And the day of the wedding had finally arrived, so all the demons decided to go out to see for themselves how their new Demon God would stand beside the Demon Empress. Everything at the wedding was broadcast through an artifact that could be viewed by demons across all demonic realms. And in the demon god’s palace, all the elders and ancestral representatives—who would serve as the queen’s parents—were already present. “The bride and

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

When I turn around I see one strange demon, that I have never met before. "-Who are you and what are you doing in my castle? I ask the demon. -I am sorry your Majesty, my name is Dean, and I am here as a gift from your partner, my only master, ruler of hell, Cade. The demon replies while bowing before me. -A gift you say? What exactly can you offer me that I might need? -Anything that your heart desires, my sweet queen. The demon replies while measuring my hot naked body, trembling with the desire of having me.

"I didn't have a say in anything from the wedding to the marking and then... h..he didn't even wait for me .. he didn't give me time to adjust to his life, i got raped multiple times saying it was his right and my duty as a beloved and a wife. Then once, i tried to escape from his abuse i got caught two days after and he turned me into a vampire in order to trap me." Wren gasped in horror, tears rolling down her face "w..why would he turn you into one of them?" "So i can only get pregnant by him and no other person, he was scared i would escape and cheat on him with a human." she laughed in sorrow. "Oh my god, i'm sorry am so sorry." spoke a crying Luna hugging her to her chest, Julia hugged

Words in an ancient script glowed faintly as they read: The First Moon cursed the split packs: Blackthorn and Ironfang, born of one sire, divided by pride. Only the bridge born of forbidden union, human heart, wolf blood, may mend or sunder the line forever. The ritual of binding requires three elements: blood of the bridge, tear of the betrayed, fang of the betrayer. Complete it under the dark moon, and the curse lifts. Fail, and the bridge shatters, taking both packs into oblivion. Elara’s heart slammed against her ribs. “I’m the bridge.”

Before I know it, I double over and vomit on the floor. ____ "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Father Alcott announces several hours later, with a warm smile as he looks between me and the demon who was now my husband. I blankly stare at the demon, he gazes down at me adoringly. It's sickening, to say the least. He closes the distance between us and presses a quick chaste kiss against my lips. Somehow, I feel even sicker at the titillating shiver that runs down my spine from this gesture. A resounding applaud flows to our ears from below the makeshift stage. We turn towards our so-called wedding attendees, comprising of Mister Dimitri Molotov, Serge, Grigori, Yi

Oh Dimitri… I did something really terrible… I— I—” With a hint of worry in his voice, he said softly, “Tell me Isabella. What did you do?” He stares into my eyes as I tell him, “I made a deal with the prince of hell.” “Isabelle—” I hastily informed him, “I didn’t know what else to do. It was the only way I could bring you back.” “That’s why I feel different… My soul became part demon during my time in hell.” he said.I nodded, “Yes.” He pressed his palm into his black hair and took a deep breath. Dimitri’s voice hardened in rage, but it wasn’t aimed at me. “What did that bastard ask in return?” he demanded. “He wants our daughter. He says he will come to claim her as his bride after she turn

Micah looked rather bored at the woman who was shaking his ass in front of him and Samael eyed the knives in the hands of his woman with interest. My eyes landed on Adrian as last. Briva had taken her top off. I swallowed thickly. Her breasts were pressed against Adrian's chest and I gripped the item in my hands tighter. "Well, it's a good way to seize the competition. See what they're made off. This Briva girl, she seems submissive. Demons tend to like that." Dagon whispered. I eyed the girl on Adrian's lap who was in the process of touching his chest with her hands. Adrian had his hands on the armrests of the throne and luckily didn't touch her.