The Demon's Bride Novels & Stories

I snapped the folder shut and shoved it back at him. “Perfect. Let’s be messy together.” He passed me a pen. I signed. So did he. Just like that, I was fake-married to a man who couldn’t stand the sight of me—but needed me close enough to lie through his teeth. ⸻ Susan opened her door wearing a pineapple-print bonnet and holding a bowl of cereal like it was a trophy. “Wow,” she said, eyes wide. “You look like someone who just made a deal with the devil.”

But all I could feel was the weight of the ring on my finger and the man standing beside me. Zayden tucked my hand into the crook of his arm and turned us toward the aisle. "Smile," he whispered against my ear. "You're a bride. This is your day.” I lifted my chin and pressed my lips into something that might have been a smile. Then I walked back down the aisle on his arm. Because this is who I was now — The devil’s bride.

She dropped her gaze to the sheets and returned them to his face almost immediately. “Is that why the bond didn’t break? I mean the contract. On the day you tried to break it, you said something about a bond refusing to break.” He nodded and she sank deeper into the bed. What?! “I have taken it for it is, Arabella. The truth is that a demon can only bond with someone if the demon is in love with that person, and now…” He leaned closer to her, so that the tip of their noses could kiss. “Now we have to be mated for life.”

The call trails off and Adrian continues gaming on his console while Lena gets dressed and prepares for her training. Meanwhile in the abyss, loud gargling and growling of demons can be heard from ever angle. A very handsome man sits on a red throne with long flowing hair. He has perfect golden hair on his chin as he strokes his beards. He has five servants that stand behind him with perfect sync. They dress in ancient, medieval dresses that entails that they have lived for a long and certain period of time. Many low grade demons writhe and snarls as they exhibit uncanny, childish behaviours such as fighting and chasing each other. They come in different appearances such as : Dogs, wolves, h

“This is a mating mark. It means I already belong to someone. It’s like getting married, but instead of becoming someone’s wife you become their mate.” “I…I don’t understand.” I said. I was really confused. “Demons mark their partner and therefore they get bonded for life. The mating bond is stronger than marriage, it connects you to your partner on a deeper intimate and emotional level.” Her eyes swept over my neck and collarbone as if looking for something. “You will understand one day, right now it will only be too much information.” She said. Demons mark their partner? How? An animal like roar escaped Lucians throat as he stood between the dead bodies of his enemies. Not all of them were

His cock leaked steadily onto the white linen, soaking through the embroidery. “Please… breed me… fill me… on the altar… make me yours… fuck the prayers out of me… please fuck my ass…” The demon roared, primal, victorious and slammed home with punishing force. His tail wrapped around Damien’s cock, stroking in time with the thrusts. The ridges battered Damien’s prostate relentlessly, milking it, forcing pre-cum to spurt in rhythmic jets that darkened the altar cloth. Damien’s chant dissolved into Latin gibberish, backwards fragments mixed with pleas and moans.

Desperation filled me and I threw myself on my knees at her feet. "Please, I need your help, I can not go back now. They will think me a witch even if I am not one. I heard there are deals you can make. Bargains that can be struck with demons." She looked at me pityingly. "But do you understand the nature of such exchanges? You only have one thing a demon would want Little Bride, and I am afraid it is not your soul." I balled my hands into fists and stared straight into her glittering eyes.

By only listening to his procedure of torture sessions, she will regret even knowing someone like him. She doesn't have to see anything only words will be enough to make her shiver in tight fear. Soon a demonic smirk appeared on his charm as he looked at Leonardo's face with a hint of mischievousness. "I'll have to teach my soon to be bride a lesson about who to show that little attitude of hers and who to not!" Fernandez's Mansion Her eyes were straight and dead. Her steps were strong and firm, the sound of her heels creating loud click clack sound earned the attention of the maids as they strengthened up.

"Then what does she have?" The clamoring females instantly fell silent at this question. Everyone knew the Demon Lord wanted an heir. For that, he slept with women from every race. But up to this day, he had never married one, except for the Demon Queen, who became his wife before the great war. As such, no one could figure out what was special about this woman for the ruthless demon to marry her when she was just one of his many purchased bedwarmers. Unwilling to accept they were worse than a purchased good, the group dispersed in a bad mood.

They kissed, ignoring Lyra's exaggerated gagging noises, the bond humming with pure happiness. One month until their wedding. Two weeks into wedding planning, a delegation arrived that no one expected. Demons from territories beyond Cassian's realm. Hundreds of them. "Lord Cassian," their leader bowed deeply. She was ancient, powerful, her horns silver with age. "I am Elder Morgath from the Eastern Demon Territories. We've come to witness the bonding ceremony." "You traveled across the continent for a wedding?" Cassian looked shocked. "We traveled for what the wedding represents." Morgath's smile was warm. "A demon lord bonding with a human prince. Choosing love over prescribed enmity. Creat