The Devil S Bride Novels & Stories

♥♥♥♥ “What?” Layla’s voice trembled in disbelief. She sat across from her stepmother, Margot, in the quiet private room. Margot didn’t even glance at her, she sipped her tea slowly, like the situation was nothing more than a casual conversation. Margot’s tone was calm, too calm. “You’ll be getting married.” Layla blinked, unable to comprehend her words. “Married? To who?” Margot finally looked up, her eyes cold and sharp. “To a man named Lucian Hilton. He’s the illegitimate son of a powerful family, older, wealthy, and… let’s just say, not the kind of man you refuse.”

“On the next blood red moon, which also happens to be a full lunar eclipse, my son will be married.” A ripple of excitement swept through the demonesses. Lily’s eyes widened with triumph. She lifted her chin, already imagining the crown on her head. She moved closer to Damon, her smile radiant. “I knew it,” she whispered. “I knew you would choose me.” The Queen’s expression did not change. “Damon will leave to meet the blood bride.” Silence fell. Lily’s smile froze. Her face drained of color. The court murmured in shock. She knew what the blood bride means, and she knew she was not the one choosen. Damon stepped forward, his voice sharp.

“It would give you a position of power the Thornes could never touch. A name that would force them to open every door they’ve locked against you.” I shoved the tablet back at her as if it had burned my hands. “No. Absolutely not. Have you lost your mind? You want me to marry a stranger? A man they call the devil?” “I want you to win!” she shot back, her own temper flaring. “What’s your plan, Evie? To manage other people’s money forever? To just be… better than you were? He needs a wife. You need a weapon. It’s a transaction.” “It’s selling myself!”

The man literally ordered my kidnapping, he obviously wasn't all sunshine and rainbow. "Is it true he’s married, Dad?" I blurted out, unable to hold the question in any longer. “I'm not sure, Sofia. But if he's truly married, then something is deeply wrong. I want you to keep an eye on him and make sure you report anything strange to me. Understand?” Okay. This was starting to sound like a horror movie. “I will. I promise,” I told him truthfully. “Always remember, Sofia. Adrien Mercer can't be trusted. He's cunning, manipulative, and a devil.”

I tilted my head, watching her lose her mind with mild amusement. When I had first brought up the human maid to Valencia, I hadn't ordered her to attack Evelina. I didn't need to. Valencia was volatile, arrogant, and desperate to secure her place as Adrian's bride. I had simply whispered in her ear, painting the human girl as a minor, fragile insult to the sacred court, an easy target that was standing in Valencia's way. I had expected Valencia to handle a mere human quietly. Cleanly. Instead, I was looking at a trembling mess.

His shirt was rumpled, and his expression tense. I blinked in confusion. Had he run here? Then the woman’s words sliced through the air like a blade. “So,” she said, beaming at me, “you’ve finally brought home a bride, Devlin?” What? My lips parted, but I couldn’t find the words. “Wait… what?” I said at last, my voice a strained whisper. “A bride?” The elderly woman laughed, mistaking my shock for shyness. “Oh, don’t be modest, dear! My son went all the way to Elgin to find a wife and now he’s brought you back! Isn’t that romantic?”

I asked back in an equal tone. Her eyes widened like something in her had just been shattered. “You’re my only daughter, my only child. I can’t just let you ruin your life like this. Come here, I’ll take you to church. You’re possessed by the devil and need deliverance.” She grabbed my hand.

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

So I believe I should put the poor woman out of her misery. "My beloved, I see your hesitation; please let me explain what I mean by bride." "Well, does bride not mean get married?" "Well, not truly in the sense that a human does." "How can a Devil’s wedding not be the same as that of a human one." This is now starting to confuse me for the more I think of it; it does sound like a marriage to me. What makes a Devil’s ceremony so much of a difference that a human one? "First of all, my beloved, I do not wish for you to wear such an awful thing as a white dress that has more lace than your panties."

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.