The Demon's Bride Novels & Stories

" You, I said immediately, answering her question. Wait, what, how is that even possible, I don't want something as huge as this, I don't deserve it, she said halting in her walk. " It's your dowry wife, and trust me, you deserve every bit of it, you're my Luna Fenrir, my wife, and my soulmate, I just haven't figured out the perfect wedding ceremony Fenrir, trust me, I'll love you for eternity," I said locking my gaze with her hazel eyes as they welled up with tears. " Ssshh, shed no tears Fenrir, no one is allowed to make you cry, not even me," I said, wiping off the trickle of tears that had fallen from her face.

"Luna...run away...run away..." "Hahahahahahaha......I'm sorry to inform you, Luna Edwards, but your man has died. The man you loved is no longer alive. You will now be my bride, the wife of the world's most powerful demon king!" "No way, no. He won’t die, he won’t die." Luna's heart felt to suffocate. She looked forward, where the devil had attempted to strike her with a grin. Luna's tears flow instinctively as her companions attempt to save her from the horrors tearing at her soul.

"And? How do you even know it's a she?" Damien’s face immediately looks like he was about to burst a blood vessel, clutching his chest dramatically. To anyone else, he looks like he belongs on a runway rather than dealing with me, but as much as he enjoyed dressing up and looking pretty, he didn’t trust me to be on my own. I didn't trust myself either. "Because, my darling," Damien begins, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Any being buying a million dollars’ worth of Gucci and Prada in a second has to have a vagina. A demon even.”

She hands Isolde a jar of black goo. “What’s wrong? Can you help her?” Isolde asks as she begins to apply the ointment. “How much do you know about demons?” “Mostly what my grandmother told me. Succubus seduces men, then takes their sperm and gives it to the incubus. In that transfer of sperm, those incubi impregnate humans. Demon women can’t get pregnant unless…” she trails off, trying to remember the conditions. “Unless they are the product of a supernatural union or the father in question is supernatural,” Noime explains. “She is both. The child is strong, and it's killing her. She will have to abort...”

After all, I ran away from home to be exposed before I returned to Mom's cage. "Come here," he ordered. Like a robot being controlled with a remote, I took one step after another until I was just an inch away from him. I felt so small, standing this close to him. How can he be sexy and tall at the same time? I won't say he's God's favourite because he has so much blood on his hands. Demon was created by the devil. "Touch me, Papillon," he said softly, a dangerous softness that slid right under my skin. "I want your hands on me."

she chuckled, unbecoming her legs away from me. I pulled back from her, giving her the space as I asked, “So, who’s the lucky guy that’s getting to taste you now?” I asked, a hint of tease in my voice, as our teasing came to an explosive end. “Would you believe it if I said I found myself demons?” the vixen grinned, a dark, knowing glint in her eyes. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest. The woman in front of me was pure, walking seduction. If my kitten radiated purity and innocence, this woman radiated sin with every single step. It wouldn't be a stretch to say she could make any man fall to his knees and worship her. ~•~

I decided to look for her only to see her with my mother in the lounge area. "Hello, sweetheart." My mother's smile was genuine. I'd only seen her smile that way when I'd finally agreed to marry Genevieve. "Hello, Bianca." Mum sat down beside her. "Did Caleb tell you what happened?" Genevieve glanced toward the hallway. "He said it was an accident." Mum's expression darkened. "It wasn't." Genevieve frowned. "What do you mean?" "That wretched girl did this to him."

Here is the confession of “Demon’s Bargain.” --- **Story 10: Demon’s Bargain** **Chapter 1** Lila Voss was done being weak. At twenty-six, her life had become a nightmare of betrayal. Her fiancé had cleaned out their joint account and run off with her best friend. Debt collectors were calling. Her job was hanging by a thread. Everything was falling apart. So she did the one thing her grandmother had always warned her against. She summoned a demon. The old grimoire had been hidden in her grandmother’s attic for decades. Lila followed the ritual exactly — black candles, fresh blood from her palm, the ancient words spoken at midnight under a blood moon.

Red eyes meet with brown ones and they stare at each other. "You look a lot like Emperor Ariadne, but younger. Anyway, she said I will have to seek your permission to leave here, so be kind enough to grant me your permission, thank you. Let's first start with this invisible door in this room," she said pointing at the wall behind her. "No, you are not leaving here precious. I have chosen you as my bride. We will get married when you have come of age." "I am no one's bride flat nose," "Shouldn't you be thankful to me for saving you. You were dead and I brought you back to life so technically speaking you owe me your life and you will do as I say or else I will have to take back what I give...

I told her. "Oh, I mustn't show this side of me in front of my fathers and Kaliya. They'll kill me." She chuckled. "I have read books on the Southern demons since I came of age to know what incubi are. And although I was terrified at first to know what you people did, I got very interested later on and now, I have a real demon king as my husband." She winked. I stared at her, watching with utmost surprise. "You'll feed on me, right?" she asked, her thumb tracing my lips. "That's what you do, Cody. Feed on my pheromones, on my lust for you."