The Devil S Bride Novels & Stories

I picked it up with trembling fingers and read. > "There's something I want you to know," the text began. "Cillian is a devil. I saw the video trending online and I know you feel like you have no one. I'm calling because I care—really care. He’s trying to get into your head to break us apart. Don’t let him succeed." >

Gideon’s blood was soaking into the hem of my wedding dress where I knelt. “It’s just the beginning,” Devon said softly. The promise in his voice made my skin crawl. I rose on shaky legs. Every step toward him felt like walking into my own grave. I had to step over Gideon’s corpse—my silk slipper squelching slightly in the spreading pool of blood. The metallic scent filled my nose. I joined Devon at the altar, trembling. He signaled the officiant, who looked ready to faint. The words began. “Do you, Devon Cole Warner, take Irene Evelyn Harvey as your mate and wife under pack law and moon binding?”

The air inside smelled of dust, leather, and sweat. Her heart thudded so loudly she thought the men outside might hear it. She pressed her back against the carriage wall, fighting to stay calm. But her body wouldn’t stop shaking. The voices of her kidnappers drifted in through the cracks. “Faster,” one said. “We need to be across the river before dawn.” Another laughed. “The Devil won’t sleep tonight. His bride’s gone, and his house burns.” Emilia’s blood ran cold. His bride. That was what they called her — not Emilia, not woman, not captive. Just the Devil’s bride.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

He wouldn't dare tell Devon. Derrick ignored me as he continued blabbing on. " She hated you! Wanted to kill you! Do you what she always called you, a devil! You were the devil, Devon! " “That’s a lie!” Devon snapped. “Oh?” Derrick taunted. “Because I remember holding her while she cried about how much she hated you. Devil Devon! " “That is not true!” I shouted, my voice breaking. Derrick laughed. “Isn’t it? Then why did you try to forget your sorrows by sucking my dick?! "

Finn demanded coldly. Caelus met his gaze with a coldness hidden beneath a facade of smile and stated, “We are here to take the bride before the wedding with the Devil Emperor.” Vivica looked at Finn, noting his expression was normal, if he knew something but he did not. She took a step forward and asked Caelus. “What do you mean?”

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!"

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.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

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.