The Devil's Bride Novels & Stories

Truly, I’m blessed. Behind us, Dante’s voice rang out loud and proud, cutting through the night air like a blade. “Onore alla Sposa del Diavolo di Milano!” (Honor to the Bride of the Devil of Milan!) The others straightened, puffing out their chests as their voices rose in perfect unison. “Onore!” (Honor!)

"He gave her dreams. Happiness. But it was all a lie." Yara felt sympathy rise in her chest, even though she knew Damian was a cruel man. "What did that man do?" she asked softly. Damian turned his head, looking at her sharply. "He left her. While she was pregnant, he married another woman. And my mother... lost everything. The child she carried. The sanity. Happiness." Yara was silent. There was a chill running through her body as she heard the story. Damian spoke with so much hatred, so much pain.

♥♥♥♥ “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.”

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

I got dragged into the Ghost Bride dungeon and ended up with a completely useless Devotion System. At first, I planned to stick close to the experienced players and let them carry me. Instead, they tossed me straight to the ghosts. Right then, the Devotion System issued a mission: [Please choose a target to pursue. Failure to do so will result in immediate elimination.] With no other choice, I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around the blood-covered ghost bride. Crying at the top of my lungs, I shouted, "Dear, why did it take you so long to get here? I've been searching everywhere for you!"

My eyes traveled with them. I clapped my palm over my lips to stop muffle the sob that was threatening to break out when I saw the poster that indicated a traditional wedding between the devil himself and some well known chic, standing high and wide by the open entrance of the main building. Yet again, I could not believe my eyes. I was in wonder as to how a human being could be so cruel and unfeeling! He was here getting married while my sister laid in a hospital bed, unconscious and thoroughly assaulted by this demon and his partners.

spoke a now crying Julia. "Haven't you felt anything for him all these years?" asked a concerned Wren "Do you feel anything for his majesty?" Asked Julia "I.. I don't know to be honest. Continue" responded a perplexed Luna. "I didn't have a say in anything from the wedding to the marking and then... h..he didn't even wait for me .. he didn't give me time to adjust to his life, i got raped multiple times saying it was his right and my duty as a beloved and a wife. Then once, i tried to escape from his abuse i got caught two days after and he turned me into a vampire in order to trap me."

I slipped in with sweaty palms and face,I gasped in shock when I saw the monster seated beside me, glancing through the tinted window. “From now onwards, you're my wife and mate. You're smart enough not to tell your loved ones…they're safe. You can call me the DEVIL!!”. The DEVIL…..and that was how I was married to the devil without my consent.

From the stories, the rumors or the whispers. Even the legends clearly state and mention that great name that had traveled far beyond its homeland and now the owner of that name stood directly before them and they are not even on his good books. The Devil incarnated in the body of a young dangerous son of the Don of the Ndrangheta clan, the harbinger of death whose tale precedes him was the very person in their presence now. “The devil” “He is the harbinger of death oh no why did I come on this mission today?”

"I mean, come on! We usually just sit back and watch the entire world crumble as it burns into ashes, then have fun with all the energy we gain from all the bad deeds. Can we enter the equation afterwards? Save the pretty deity afterwards, you know?" Derrick’s glare was too sharp for Zin to handle. He immediately sat straight and closed his huge mouth before gulping. Just by looking at him, his poor follower knew that he definitely said something really bad. "She’s been through enough, can’t you tell?" The devil shook his head before clearing his throat. "Haven’t you heard what I proposed to her?" I asked her to be my bride." "I really did not understand that idea of yours," he said, wishing