The Devil's Bride Novels & Stories

James' fingers curled into a fist, dark veins threatening to rip out, but she was too consumed in Drexton's present to notice. Her parents were seething beneath their breath, and for the first time, she's thanking them. The wedding decorations and excessive media were all in her favor. The world is watching, and that way they'd watch her get claimed by the devil in a suit. The devil has come to get his bride. The bouquet fell from her hands onto the floor. She didn't notice, and crushed them with her heels, taking slow steps towards the man that only her eyes could see at the moment.

He knew he would never be able to go until he met Audrey and everything was pointing directly at her. It's said that, not just an angel can give the devil access to the portal to heaven but that which is the devil's bride.

“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.”

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."

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a drum. “You’re right,” Dominique said, his voice low and menacing. “But since you think I’m the devil, then I’ll gladly accept the name. And you, my dear, will be known as The Devil’s Handmaiden.” My heart raced as Dominique’s words hung in the air, a dark promise that sent shivers down my spine. The reality of my situation crashed down on me with the force of a tidal wave. This wasn’t just some cruel joke or a bad dream this was my new reality. And Dominique was the one holding all the cards.

"You forget that God has nothing to do with this. The devil, however, is very present, and he will do as he pleases, just as you wanted. So, I suggest you shut up and take it all, baby." I can't help but take pride in the way Lily's makeup runs down her face, black streaks painting her cheeks as if she's been crying for days. She's picture fucking perfect, and I look forward to more nights like this. Never in a million years did I think I would ever have this angel in my life. I knew what I wanted and what I would do to make it happen, but for a while, I thought I would have to let her go. I didn't think she would ever forgive me, but she did, and now, she's mine. Who knew that all it took w

I stopped abruptly when I heard a fiery laughter, "Hahaha! Bruna, even if God himself descends on earth he can't stop me from marrying you." That was my evil brother. My heart ached when I heard Bruna crying for me. I ran at the top speed, my eyes searching for my wife. My feet stopped and my eyes widened when I saw my wife chained in front of the devil. He got closer to my wife, hardly any space between their lips. "Your disabled husband won't be able to stop me from kissing you and making you my wife."

“And to answer your question, you can't get that ‘thing’ out of you. She entered you willingly and she will leave when she wants to.” You have got to be kidding me. “You’re joking right?” She smirked and slowly shook her head. “I wish I was. She is the devil's bride. She's not to be told what to do. As I said, she entered you willingly. If she didn't want to, she wouldn't have and so, she will leave when she wants to.”

To the sound of old bagpipes and violins playing by themselves without musicians, the sorceresses danced ardently and drank brew infused with belladonna and poisonous mushrooms. - The labeled one has arrived! a raspy voice called out as Melissa approached. - Look, labeled! repeated the same voice. "The Demon's Bride!" - laughed an ugly old woman with a huge nose, sipping a drink from a horse's hoof. “The bride of the demon,” said the others.

" Rydstorm coaxed. Catori bravely walked across the rest of the air bridge, then let out a breath. Rydstrom was still astonished at how quickly the small female before him was accepting this new lifestyle. Any normal person would have laughed or act out after finding out about the existence of dragons. Then again, she wasn't so normal. But whatever it was that caused his bride to be so brave, he hoped it all goes well. He even sent a silent prayer that nothing comes between them. He already cared for her and would lay his life down on the line for her. The two walked hand in hand to the first area, which was the meeting room.