The Devil's Bride Novels & Stories

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

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.

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...

he slid his hand down her moving lips as she pleaded to him. Ignoring her pleas and struggle, he started wrapping his hand around her braid," You know there are three things the devil is known for," he stated casually. She listened to him cluelessly with tears running down her eyes. He tugged harshly at her braid, forcing her head to tilt up as she whimpered in pain. "It's Death, Chaos, and Possessiveness," his answer felt like a sheath of ice crusting over her skin. "And you know what happens when a devil gets possessive?" he shot another question nonchalantly.

Anyone was better than her own father. “Well, does that mean you trust them now since Cara is being married into their family?” “No, I don’t trust them one bit. Especially Damiano. He’s the Devil.” He spat out, and I just gaped at him. “Then what’s the point of her getting married to one of them?!” My arms dropped to my sides. This was ridiculous. “If he’s the so-called Devil, then why do you send Cara into their arms, huh?” My eyes narrowed as my anger came back full-force.

Emerald asked. "I want us to sleep in the same room, one year is enough to make me want you!" Alaric said. Emerald looked at Alaric with a flat stare. "I told you, don't ever lick your spit, it's disgusting!" Emerald said. Alaric chuckled. "I always get what I want, including you! I'm attracted to you and you have no right to reject me." Alaric said. A mocking smile appeared on Emerald's face. "You know, I'm looking down on you. Who do you think you are? Even if you were my husband, I would only honor our original agreement. I agreed to marry a demon man like you only because of your mother's request." Emerald said.

Gildeon watched as the elder vampire's aura dimmed before he deactivated his dragon eyes. “I offer you one last piece of counsel, out of respect for your victory.” Vergilius adjusted his hat one last time. “The sylph with indigo eyes…” “What about him?” “Do not let him find his marked bride.” Gildeon’s brow furrowed. “His what?” “If they reunite,” Vergilius warned, “nothing will stop the Devil he is destined to become. This world, and yours, will fall.” He let out a sharp sigh. “How am I supposed to know who the marked bride is?”

It all began when the devil was first sent out of the heavens. He had wandered on earth in loneliness until he found a human woman who loved and accepted him the way he was. She was bonded to him, and she hoped that he'd turn away from his evil ways, but it wasn't easy to get the devil to turn a new leaf. He went on with his deceitful behavior, and the woman left him when she couldn't take it anymore. She eloped with a human male, but she discovered that she was pregnant with the devil's son. She tried everything to terminate the pregnancy, but it didn't work out well for her, and when she finally had the baby, she threw him into the forest, hoping he'd die there. But, the devil found his so

The Bride smiled and said, “Just one more, Camela. Take one more picture, and you’ll understand.” The camera turned on by itself, now focusing on both Camela and Vincent. Vincent grew anxious. “Don’t do it. Whatever happens…just don’t.” The Bride stepped in between them and the man. “If you smile in this photo, you’ll never feel pain again.” Camela squinted her eyes. “What happens if I don’t?” she asked. The man replied, “Then the Devil gets to choose who sits in your place.” The Bride reached for the camera button.

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.”