The Devil's Bride Novels & Stories

This was the bounding and illusion eroding to reveal the true form of the bride, shocking everyone in the room, making the two men stop fighting and observing the change happen. The bride continued squealing as the form began to change, and soon, she revealed herself to be a large Sow in the wedding clothing. Breathing heavily as the change was very taxing, she looked upon the humans before her and wondered what she did to deserve such treatment. This surprised everyone in the room; the bride was a female pig, and suddenly, there was a voice in the room. “This is a small punishment for trying to take my wife from me. Did you really think I would allow you to take what is rightfully mine?” Th

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

' Elian cried out, voice cracking as he twisted toward the sound, arms outstretched into the mist. But the pull reversed, yanking him backward with brutal force. A grip clamped around his throat—iron fingers digging in, crushing his windpipe. Air fled his lungs in a choked gasp. He spun, vision blurring, to face his tormentor. The wolf was gone, dissolved into swirling shadows that reformed into the devil's leering form. Towering and grotesque, with curling horns and leathery wings half-unfurled, the fiend's crimson eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. An evil grin split its fanged maw, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth. 'Did you think it would be so easy, little bride?' the devil hissed,

The fucker in front of me said, unfazed, that one of his men was about to kill a human, my father. “Do you think you can run away from the cops when they know what you have done here, Look..” I gulped. “My fiance's family would haunt you down; you would end up in prison, you and your men because I won't let you go either.” “Baby, you won't even let me go by the time I am done with you.” The devil's voice came out seductive “And your fiance's family, I had set their car on fire before they could make it here, you would love to waste more lives if you call the cops, and I would love it, baby, I would put a gun in your hand and make you end them one by one.” His hand grazed my hips and I hated

“From this moment on, you are Lady Elinor Avelaine of Valmere… candidate to become the Demon King’s bride.” Silence followed. And within it, the last shadow of the girl who had once been Lyria… died.

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?”

With rough hair and that body, she picked the second altar candle and faced the Priest who's still standing there like the guard of hell. She raised the candle, making sure it shone on her body, all-round. "Am I qualified to dance with the devil, Father?" Tobias scent invaded her nostrils when he crossed to her on that altar without answering her. His fingers latched onto the fragile thongs on her waist, and he gave it a brutal pull which made the rope enter her clit, dragging over her folds and making her desperate lips part without a sound. He dragged off the rope-like bra too, then he picked another candle and set fire on the two, dropping them on the floor to burn away.

“Why should I live here when I—“ “You’re not a priestess here. You’re just a mere human; my human bride. You are well aware that your powers are nothing to me and mine is barely inflictable on you.” The demon came close, staring at Serra’s eyes. “While you’re away from your land, I will make sure no demon will step inside it and you shall be in my land. Do you understand, priestess?”

I wouldn’t take the risk. I read the topic of the page; The White Damsel and the Black Devil. My eyes moved to the content written beside the picture of the girl. Thus the prophecy states; Lo unto a beautiful princess, the devil will come to make her his. No spell, no power, no bell, no tower, can come between their inseparable love. But a sacrifice will have to be made, by one from either side. As it is a story of the hawk and gentle dove. For the challengers, none shall be left alive.

Too bad though, she would have to disturb him since simply here problems couldn't wait " Sam" The boys opened his eyes to stare directly at her, a cheerful smile from its way across his lips " hey Angy, how is your morning " " Fine, but there's something I need to talk to you about " " is it serious? " " very" She took the seat beside him. Sam stared at her expectantly. Angy took in a deep breath before muttering " I saw a devil " " A what?" Sam frowned "A devil. As in a boy with red eyes and hair, a very good-looking one at that but you know the scariest thing? he has horns"