The Demon's Bride Novels & Stories

It was a modest affair, yet the joy on the bride’s face was undeniable—she had married the man she loved deeply. As Aleah watched the newlyweds walk out of the church, her thoughts drifted to Hunter. More than a year had passed since his death, but the memories of him remained vivid in her mind. It had all started with a marriage of convenience. She had never expected to fall for him, nor had she imagined he would love her fiercely—the infamous Demon Alpha.

Darkness pressed in from every side. Screams tore through it; raw, desperate, inhuman. A woman’s voice rose above the chaos, shaking with terror. “There… there she is. Kill her. Kill her and the baby. They must not survive.” Shadows rippled. Something stepped forward; massive, horned, wrong. A demon. Its claws glinted like obsidian blades as it reached for the pregnant woman. “No—please—” The plea ended in a wet, sickening sound as the demon tore her open. Blood spilled like a river. A cry pierced the air; thin, fragile, defiant. The demon leaned close, its breath cold as winter.

He ran his fingers through his hair as he rolled his eyes. "Marriage? Really?" he whispered. "I did not think that the devil would get married in the land of the living. That's insane." As if something had clicked into her head, Lyra gasped. She ran to get to Derrick's desk and stood right beside his seat. "Dame has a point," she told him. "How are we going to get married when you are literally the devil? Will you get married at a church? Is that possible?" "That's a little disrespectful to the guy up there," Dame commented from the couch. He even looked up to point at the ceiling, making Lyra follow with her eyes.

His eyes were as dark as an abyss and was surrounded by vertical pupils, a hallmark of a demonkind. But it was the alpha mark on his left cheek bone, a crimson-tinted signil that confirmed what he was. A demon alpha. Ziva instantly retreated into me and I gasped. He had a struggling human wrapped around his fist. The human's face contorted in terror, eyes bulging, and mouth agape in a terrific scream, but the demon alpha didn't budge. Didn't even bat an eyelash when the human threw a spittle on his face. And then as if the roles were suddenly reversed, his mouth descended upon the human’s.

That being said, the demon prince flew in the direction the girl went ignoring the other's call He was going to take care of that girl once and for all * * * She had never ran so far behind tire life. It got to a point her chest became heavy and breathing became a problem Worst thing was, she couldn't even see where she was running exactly, the harsh downpour and darkness. Still, that did not stop her from running, she knew what she had seen wasn't normal ' a horned man with snow white hair standing besides a burning corpse' What the hell was that?!

She didn't come out of the office and walked straight to the basement where her car was, she drove to the hospital. "Angela!" Lucio shouted when he saw Angela walking towards them. "Where is he?" Angela tried not to get angry but she couldn't stop herself from shedding tears and crying all the time. “Devil!” Everyone was surprised by what Cecille did to Angela, she slapped Angela hard. "You killed your brother, didn't you?" "W-what? N-no, Mom…” Angela struggled to answer. Cecille cries and glares at Angela, accusing Angela of killing Lawrence. "Liar! Only you will do this to him! You're a demon!” She hit Angela several times and Lucio and Javier stopped her.

But I still couldn’t get how the demon’s power didn’t work on her? “Master, I think your bride is not a human but a demon.”, I heard the voice of that stupid demon, who couldn’t do one thing right. . “Oh yeah! And I am PREGNANT.”, I retorted sarcastically. . “Whattttt?”, Barrett’s eyes widened in shock and I glared at him. “How can you be pregnant, Bro?”, He asked the stupidest question on earth. . “I thought we are playing a game where we have to say the things which are impossible.”, I muttered before leaving from there. ‘Since Annie will be sleeping now for real. I can take her to her world within a few minutes.’, I thought and reached into my room.

the demon knows she doesn't have any Idea what happens there, by the way she talk demon know she is childish and immature and a spoiled brat of her father, that mean her father will be looking for someone for her safety, now demon just have to give little fire to fuel. demon:- you are really a brave girl, you will become a best wife anyone can have, you are so caring, intelligent, clever, sweet talker, what else a man could ask for, I want to meet your father girl:- wait its to early for marriage for me. demon:- you have best sense of humour, I want to have his acceptance for go out with you, I don't want him to sue me for abducting you or anything. girl:- I was joking I will take you to him

Her blood, her bones and her magic will last forever if she completed the contract. “Make sure that my bride is a virgin that’s pure and untouched! I want my bride! Mark my words, little witchling, I will come to collect my prize!” "I accept your terms. Now, accept my contract!" The demon’s wisp and smokey form surrounded her again. She closed her eyes tightly when she felt the demon kiss her lips. Power surged through her body and her hot blood danced in her veins. Her long hair whipped around her even though there was no wind. She felt the demon kiss the symbol on her belly and she shivered again with arousal.

It had been a constant reminder of how easily life can turn for the worst, as it has for the people in the past. Traditionally, the choosing would happen in the morning. In the village square, the townsfolk would adorn the hair of the next demon's bride with white baby's breath flowers. They would have the bride walk from up the wooden platform where the metal concave mirror was placed and have them light the torch. When the flame lights, the bride holds the torch up high for all to see, to symbolize her bravery in facing the demon for the betterment of everyone.